Roz: It's O.K., Frasier, you've thanked me every day for the last two weeks.
Frasier: Yes, yes, but if it hadn't been for you, I never would have met... Madeline. It's just- You know, we went out
again last night, and it's just perfect between us! We talk, we can laugh at the same—
Roz: Just stop. Did it ever occur to you that since I'm in one of the worst dating droughts of my entire adult life, that to hear you prattling on like a giggling schoolgirl about your storybook romance might be the teensiest bit irritating?
Frasier: No, it hadn't, and you're right, Roz. I'm sorry, sometimes I can be so insensitive. But, you know, Madeline's helping me with that, she is so good. She is so good, in, like, every way!
Roz: God!
Frasier: All right, I'm sorry. It's just that I haven't felt this way since, since my divorce. Everything seems so right.
You know, I haven't said this out loud, but here goes: it's possible that she could be the woman I spend the rest
of my life with.
Roz: Go. Go do that. Get married, have a couple of kids, move out to the country, buy a puppy, live happily ever after! Just don't tell me about it, I need a boyfriend!
Frasier: Dear Roz. Dear, silly Roz. Dear, silly, horny Roz.