Frasier: You know Roz, we're two attractive people. We're at a conference that turns into a bacchanal every year, odds are neither of us will need this room tonight.
Roz: You're right. What's the problem?
Frasier: I believe there's a cocktail party awaiting us?
Roz: Let's go down together. We'll be like jackals. They hunt in pairs.
Frasier: I like your self-assurance. There's no greater aphrodisiac than confidence.
Roz: Shall we?
Frasier: Let the games begin!
[They leave and then come right back:]
Roz: I just need a little more lipstick.
Frasier: I'm sweating right through this shirt.