Madeline: You know what might be better? If I tell you how I've got it worked out. The minute you saw Lilith, you wanted to leave, but I wouldn't let you. You said you couldn't handle it, and by God, you were right. You panicked, and your panic took a bad turn. A spectacularly bad turn. Anyway, that's how I've got it worked out in my head, and it's fragile, so let's not mess with it. So, why don't you mix up a pitcher of Mai-Tai's and give me a kiss? I'll let you guess which I want first.
[Frasier walks over and kisses Madeline]
Madeline: Guess again.