Frasier: Well, we've got about thirty seconds. I think we've got time for one quick call. Hello, Marlene, I'm listening.
Marlene: "Oh my God, I'm really on?"
Frasier: Yes, your problem, please...
Marlene: "[dog barking] Lucky, Lucky, get down. George, get the dog. Oh my God, this is so exciting. [baby crying] Honey, honey, get the baby. George, get your son. Okay, okay, here it is, Dr. Crane: if my husband and I don't find some time to have sex soon, I think I'm gonna burst. I may even have to go to a department store and pick up a stranger. [man calls "Hello"] Oh, kids! Look who's here without calling first, Nana and Pop Pop! I'll call you back. [disconnects]"
Frasier: Well, to all you Marlenes out there, may I suggest that sexwith a stranger is not the answer. Why don't you just pack the kids off with Nana and Pop Pop, lock Lucky downstairs inthe basement, grab your husband, take him to the sturdiest kitchen table you have, and let the postman ring twice.