Roz: Hey, Frasier. So how did it go with Rita last night?
Frasier: She didn't quite take to me.
Roz: Oh, you're just being hard on yourself like you always are.
Frasier: You tell me. Over appetizers, she suddenly realized that she had a very early morning meeting, suggested we skip the jazz club after dinner.
Roz: People have meetings.
Frasier: When the waiter suggested a soufflé for desert that would take an extra thirty minutes she said, "Oh Dear God, no!"
Roz: She was probably on a diet.
Frasier: After I dropped her off at home, I noticed that she had left her suede jacked in my car. I called to offer to swing it by and she said, and I quote, "Just keep it."
Roz: What did you do to her?
Frasier: Nothing. God, Roz, I have had it. You know, in the past six months I have done everything a man can possibly do to meet a woman. Singles bars, blind dates, lecture series at the museum. I've even spent hours in the grocery store trying to look helpless in the produce department. That's it. I'm taking myself off the market. Frasier Crane has thumped his last melon.