Roz: Okay, I'm ready.
Frasier: Oh, Roz, you look beautiful.
Roz: Thank you.
Frasier: But we're not going.
Roz: What?
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, Roz. It's got something to do with my personal growth. You see, I don't care about these people anymore and you know, I want them to know it.
Roz: Frasier, I hired a babysitter twice, I did my makeup twice, I performed a miracle of engineering by taping myself into this dress twice. Only to be stood up twice?
Frasier: Roz, technically you only did your hair once.
Roz: Shut up! You know, some day you're gonna need another favor from me, buddy, and when that day comes, I hope you know what you can do with it.
Frasier: I have a pretty good idea.
Roz: Well, do it twice.