Frasier: Well, I don't know. The whole thing was sort of a blur. We were talking about golf and something called a handicap, the next thing I know I'm sitting there with a cappuccino muttering to myself in a very soothing voice.
Roz: I'm sorry.
Frasier: It's all right, Roz. It's just the whole thing catapulted me back to high school. You've only known me as an adult, but back then I was a rather unathletic, bookish sort.
Roz: Get out!