Frasier: Well, Rebecca, don't be upset. I mean, she's actually doing you a favor. You're off the hook. The press is going to tear her apart and leave your relationship with Robin unsullied.
Rebecca: I guess you're right. I mean, the only thing that really does matter is that, that I am Robin's true love. And it actually makes it more romantic because we're the only ones who know.
Norm: Yeah, except for us.
Woody: And I kind of told my mom in Hanover.
Rebecca: You know what I mean. It's sort of like a secret valentine between me and Robin.
Norm: And us.
Woody: And my mom.
Rebecca: Woody, who cares if your mother knows? I mean, who is she going to tell?
Woody: Are you serious? She has choir practice tonight. Once she gets a cup of coffee in her, those old biddies will bleed it out of her. For a moist crumb cake, she'll tell anybody why you never see Uncle Willie and Aunt May in the same room at the same time.
Norm: Why, uh, why would that be, Wood?
Woody: I don't see any crumb cake.