Ann: Gross. Frasier, pull yourself together. I'll sign your stupid paper.
Frasier: You will?
Ann: God, to think I had a thing for you. Can I pick 'em or what?
Frasier: Thank you, Ann. I'm sorry it had to come down to all this, this legal business. If it were up to me, I would tear up this piece of paper and forget everything that's happened here. [moving to the next page] And, uh, here. And here.