Frasier: All right, Ferguson, we got some fences to mend with the board. What do we send and to whom do we send it?
Ferguson: Actually, sir, I regret to inform you that I must tender my resignation.
Frasier: Please, don't be upset that things didn't go so well this evening. I'll make it up to you. Send yourself something.
Ferguson: Thank you, sir, but it's not you. It was your brother and Miss Moon. His willingness to break social rank has inspired me. And there's a certain Lady Westerfield whose acquaintance I'd like to renew.
Frasier: Ah. True love and all that. Well, good luck, Ferguson.