Roz: Oh, hey, Frasier. Catalogs?
Frasier: Yes. I'm trying to find the perfect wedding gift for Daphne and Donny.
Roz: Oh, right. Well, I guess now that they've set a date, I'll be getting my bridesmaid draft notice.
Frasier: You know, Roz, she might not even ask you.
Roz: Oh, she'll ask me. They all do. The next thing I know, I'm wearing some revolting puffy-sleeved dress made
from the same material that keeps the space shuttle from burning up on re-entry.
Frasier: You know, Roz, Daphne might just surprise you and pick a dress you like.
Roz: Oh, impossible. They're always ugly. That's why the bride makes sure she's the prettiest one at the wedding.