Frasier: Jocks were the bane of my existence. They always called me a "weenie" and steal all the girls that I wanted.
Roz: Oh Frasier, you must have had some girlfriends.
Frasier: Friends, yeah, yeah. Any time they wanted a sensitive shoulder to cry on, butl some block-headed pillar of testosterone would come by and it was, "Bye Frasier, we can study later." I'd head home to Niles and we'd put on "The Brandenburg Concertos" and play air violin.