Martin: Look, Fras, I don't blame you for being a little jealous cause he's got someone and you don't.
Frasier: I am not jealous, Dad. I'm simply appalled by his rudeness. I was looking forward to this evening. Nice drink, lovely opera. Then a late supper. Perhaps a beautiful bottle of wine. Delightful desert soufflé... Oh, God, I need a woman.