Frasier: It's ironic, isn't it? My sixty-three year old father with a bum hip is about to embark on a night of romance, while the two of us, man and woman, both attractive and eligible, and in the prime of our lives, have nothing to do on a Saturday night.
Daphne: You know, the answer to our problems may be right under our noses.
Frasier: Yes, Daphne, I think it is.
Daphne: All right. You go claim the washing machines. I'll go get the laundry.