Daphne: God, the noise the bloody thing makes! It would be less upsetting just to wake up on fire!
Martin: What the hell triggered it?
Daphne: Who knows? I was dozing quite peacefully when it started screaming away for no reason at all.
[Eddie runs in, jumps on a chair with a packet of cigarettes in his mouth.]
Frasier: I see. What have we here? Eddie, you've been smoking in Daphne's bedroom. Bad dog!