Roz: I'm helping Frasier find a man for Daphne.
Niles: What?
Roz: Here we go. Here we go. He's a tennis instructor, and his name is Brick.
Niles: Dear God, Frasier. Sven, Gunther, Brick? Why not just lather Daphne up with baby oil and hurl her over the wall of a prison yard?
Roz: Excuse me, but I've dated all these guys.
Niles: Well, where do you think I came up with the imagery?