Frasier: Daphne, aren't you going back to bed?
Daphne: No. I'll just sit up for a bit, I'm feeling a bit blue.
Frasier: Anything you'd like to talk about?
Daphne: No, you need your sleep, it's nothing important. Just this feeling that my life's a gaping sinkhole and I'm just marking time while the flower of my youth rots on the vine.
Frasier: Well, so long as you're sure.