Martin: Hey, Fras. How did that speed date thing go?
Frasier: It could not have been worse.
Martin: That's nice.
Frasier: You're not listening, Dad.
Martin: Oh, I'm sorry, Son. Well, you get any phone numbers?
Frasier: No, but if I ever want to track any of them down, I can always write them, care of... the bottom of the barrel.