Roz: God, that's the last time I jog in these shorts. My thighs are chafing like a couple of hams wrapped in velcro! [to the waitress] Non-fat Mocha, please! [Roz sits down with Frasier and Niles]
Frasier: As flattered as we are that you've chosen our company over, say... a shower, perhaps you'd like to go to the ladies room to freshen up a little bit?
Roz: Hey, at least I try to keep in shape. I haven't seen one of you two run an eight minute mile.
Niles: Stand upwind of us and you might.