Daphne: Mum, this is...
Gertrude: Oh, I know who he is, love. [To Frasier] I want to thank you, Donny, for rescuing my daughter from that horrible Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Well, actually...
Gertrude: Every time I call her, I'm not on the phone five minutes, before that tyrant is ordering her to hang up. [To bartender] Cup of tea, please. Thought my daughter might get me one, but she didn't. Oh, God, this seat's worse than that Winnebago. Though not half as uncomfortable as that sardine-tin of a room you arranged for me. [Frasier delivers a cup of tea] Oh, God, can't bear the smell of that, take it away. Reminds me of the salmon they served on that aeroplane. Oh, if it doesn't have me hurling me guts out, it'll be by God's own intervention. Now, give your new mom a kiss, Donny.
Daphne: Actually, Mum, this isn't Donny.