Lana: I'm sorry, I'm-I'm being snappy. It's just... I-I guess I just always thought that I'd be the one who got remarried first, you know? Now everybody's just going to feel sorry for me. Oh God, I hope I don't run into anybody I know tonight. And you're not a typical man. You're very thoughtful. Forgive me?
Frasier: Yes, I'm afraid I do. Oh, gosh. You know, I-I do know another little Italian place that I think you might really enjoy just as much - well, what do you say?
Lana: Great, sounds great.
Frasier: Okay.
Lana: You know, it's funny, as much as I hate the thought of my birthday, I'm kind of hurt that none of my friends asked me to do anything. I mean, not like I wanted a party, but, well, something would have been nice. [Frasier pulls the car over] Okay, okay, Frasier, you know what, just because I'm vulnerable doesn't mean you're getting some!
Frasier: No. Listen, fifty of your friends are sitting in Bella Lucia right now, wearing party hats and waiting to yell, "Surprise!" Do you want to go or not?
Lana: [overjoyed] My friends are throwing me a surprise party?
Frasier: That's right.
Lana: And you tell me and ruin it?!