Roz: I am the joke of the station. When I used to come in in the morning the guard would say, "Morning, Roz." Now it's "All hail, Rozalinda!"
Frasier: Roz, I think you should be flattered. Noel's attempt to immortalize you is-is akin to a love poem written by Robert Browning to his wife.
Roz: Did he ever write a poem where he gave her two extra breasts?
Frasier: Well, I'd have to check my English Lit notes, but I think not, no.