Daphne: All I want is a quiet night at home.
Simon: Oh, Stilts, you and I are of one mind. I'll hoist a beer while you get dinner started, and then when our bellies are full and you've done the dishes, we will adjourn to the Winnebago where Mr. Jean Claude van Damme, the "Muscles from Brussels", will ply his trade against the forces of evil.
Frasier: [to Daphne] Ready at eight?
Daphne: Make it seven-thirty.