Frasier: Ah, well, we're both gonna be fine. I was just thinking, though, if we wanna play it safe, we could make one of those, uh, pacts.
Roz: Oh, oh. You mean, like in forty years, if neither one of us finds anyone...
Frasier: Yeah, exactly, we'll marry each other.
Roz: I was gonna say kill each other.
Frasier: Well, six of one.