Bebe: Ah, I've got to go. Flying to Palo Alto, my daughter's at Stanford. [starts to leave] Ah, wait. You don't have kids, do you?
Frasier: Well yes, I have a five year-old son.
Bebe: Lucky you, you won't have to worry about it for years. [starts to leave again]
Frasier: Worry about what?
Bebe: [returns] Tuition, innocent. Oh, wait, I see. You're going to send him to a state college.
Frasier: Well no, no. I plan to send him to my alma mater, Harvard.
Bebe: Ouch! Kiss it and make it better.