Frasier: Dad. Bad news, seems your ice is melting awfully fast.
Martin: What?
Frasier: No worries, I'll get some more.
Roz: No, Frasier, it's your party, I'll go.
Frasier: No, Roz, I want to go.
Roz: But you just got here.
Frasier: Roz, it's my birthday, I can do whatever I want on my birthday, I want to go get some ice.
Martin: [o.s.] I knew it! I warned her! It's practically gone!
Frasier: Don't worry, Dad! I'm on it!
Roz: Listen, I'll be glad to go...
Frasier: Roz, I want to go, I know what kind Dad likes!