Frasier: Oh, Dad, you're back. How did things go with Mrs. Crowley?
Martin: Oh great, fabulous. Right up to the time she introduced me to my date.
Frasier: I thought she was your date.
Martin: So did I. Turns out my date was her mother. Eighty-six years young. I guess there was a little miscommunication when she invited me.
Frasier: Gee, I'm almost afraid to ask this. How was "Mom"?
Martin: Well, she was very nice. Sleepy. But she smiled a lot, showed me pictures of her great-grandchildren. She couldn't remember any of their names, but what the hell, she couldn't remember mine either.