Frasier: I was in Boston for a long weekend. I was feeling a little depressed, so I took solace in the arms of a beautiful and remarkably welcoming young woman in a hotel bar.
Niles: And that was she?
Frasier: No, Niles. I told you that for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Of course it was she! Did you see the way
she ran out of here the minute she saw me?
Niles: Ah, yes. The trademark of all your bed mates.