Frasier: Roz, sounds like your show could be a portal from which we can glimpse the promise of the future, a promise linked by a billion stars. God speed, Roz Doyle.
Roz: You wouldn't by any chance be hoping to narrate this, would you?
Frasier: Me?
Roz: Well, actually I was gonna ask you, but I was afraid it might be kind of awkward, you working for me. I mean, you've been my boss for eight years. I just wasn't sure if you could handle it.
Frasier: Oh Roz, pooh!