Frasier: Mind if I join you, Roz?
Roz: Oh, please. You can help me kill some time. Roger's picking up his things from my apartment and I don't want to run into him.
Frasier: Ah. Afraid you'll fight?
Roz: Worse. I'm afraid we'll end up in bed. I don't know. There's something about him that is irresistible.
Frasier: I understand.
Roz: Trust me, you don't. Roger is the best lover I've ever been with. ... Oh, my God, what am I saying? You were great, too.
Frasier: Roz, really, there's no need to do this.
Roz: It's just that I forgot and, well, technically it wasn't really sex because it was you, but whatever it was, it was great.
Frasier: Roz, please, there's no need to discuss it.
Roz: I was one satisfied customer.
Frasier: Glad to hear it.