Daphne: [on the phone] I know, Mum, but it is my wedding. I've given into you on so many things. Couldn't this one thing go my way? I just don't like those tiny corns in my salad. No, I don't hate you. Well, that's just not true. I'm glad you're alive. All right, all right, tiny corn it is. I've got to run now, cheery bye. [hangs up] That was Mum. She had a thought about the salad.
Frasier: Something tells me yesterday's crouton skirmish wasn't the end of it.
Daphne: I suppose she can be a bit overbearing. But as she often points out, she is paying for the wedding and I am her only daughter. And giving birth to me was so painful she did bite through a kitchen spoon.
Frasier: Daphne, just don't let you mother guilt you into having the wedding that she wants instead of the wedding you want.
Daphne: Oh, don't worry. Mum has already promised me I could have the wedding I want, as soon as I have a daughter who gets engaged.