Frasier: Roz, trust me, you will eventually get over Luke.
Roz: Well, he's not having any trouble getting over me. I saw him leaving his boat last night with someone.
Frasier: Really? Did you, uh, get a good look at them?
Roz: Only from behind. Some fat chick.
Frasier: Fat? Well, it was kind of cold out last night, there may have been layers involved.
Roz: Yeah, layers of fat.