Roz: Hey, sorry I'm late.
Frasier: Roz. Oh for God's sakes, you look awful, are you sick?
Roz: No, of course not. I wouldn't be sick for our big debut. I'm totally fine.
Frasier: Roz, you're burning up.
Roz: Well, it's kinda hot in here. Maybe it's all these lights. Let me just get this jacket off.
Frasier: No, no, Roz, stop, stop!
Matt: She's delirious.
Bebe: With anticipation, darling.