Frasier: A little offering from one of your suitors perhaps? A nice string of pearls? A teardrop pendant?
Roz: [emotionally] It's a brick of cheese!
Frasier: Well, on the right chain I can see that looking smart.
Roz: It's from my family. They're in Wisconsin at my Uncle's dairy farm having a family reunion.
Frasier: Oh, why didn't you go, Roz?
Roz: There wasn't time. But now I wish I'd gone. Frasier, we always have so much fun. Like this one time there was this huge cheese platter and one of my uncles started speaking in cheese language. You know, like instead of saying, "Hello, how are you?" he'd say, "Hello, Havarti." Someone else would go "Oh, I'm Gouda." Oh I don't know, what would come after that?
Frasier: Well, if I'd been there, the sound of a gunshot.