Frasier: Hi. How you doing?
Lana: Everybody's leaving.
Frasier: Well, it's getting late.
Lana: It's 9:30! Let's face it, I drove them all off. Even I'm sick of hearing me complain about Bob.
Frasier: No, come on, it's not all that bad. I mean, listen, you know, Bob is in the past. I mean, just look at all the friends you have. I know you've had a bit of a tough time lately, but it'll end soon. You're a vibrant, attractive woman.
Lana: Thanks, Frasier. You're being awfully sweet to me. Don't think this means you're getting any.