Renata: She keeps telling people I'm younger than I am.
Frasier: Why do you think she does that?
Renata: So they won't know how old she is. I've been nine for the past three years.
Frasier: Really?
Renata: That's nothing. Once, she promised to take me ice-skating for my birthday? On the way there she saw a tattoo parlor, so she just left me out on the sidewalk 'til she could get a stupid butterfly tattooed on her shoulder. It's like she forgot I was even out there.
Frasier: My God! How old were you?
Renata: That was the first time I was nine.