Ms. Warner: So, we know each other?
Frasier: Well... We were friends. More than friends, actually. You really don't remember?
Ms. Warner: I'm trying!
Frasier: You must have some recollection. A fair-haired boy outside your door. At the piano? On the piano?
Ms. Warner: No, I'm sorry.
Frasier: Well, listen, before the memories come flooding back to you, I should tell you that we had a romance that didn't have the happiest of endings.
Ms. Warner: Oh!
Frasier: That's why I'm here. You see, our last evening together we "walked through a summer storm and I kissed the raindrops on your nose and promised we'd always be together." And I broke that promise. You helped a shy adolescent take his first uncertain steps towards becoming a man and how did I repay that kindness? By running off and leaving you with nothing but your memories.
Ms. Warner: And not many of those either! [laughs]
Frasier: Well, can you ever forgive me?
Ms. Warner: Oh, you're so sweet. Of course I can forgive you.
Frasier: Thank you, thank you.