Dr. Honey Snow: I am so attracted to you right now. Most men are so eager to have sex they'll say anything to a woman. How great to meet a man who would risk rejection rather than be dishonest?
Frasier: Well, I, uh, have to be true to my inner voice.
Dr. Honey Snow: You know, frankly I thought the book was weak myself. I rushed it to meet a deadline. I am so glad you respected me enough to be honest. I think honesty is the greatest aphrodisiac of all.
Frasier: I hope you feel you can be just as honest to me.
Dr. Honey Snow: Oh, I do, I do. Tell me everything. I don't want us to hide anything.
Frasier: I thought your chapter titles were clumsy and jejune. Your turn.
Dr. Honey Snow: You use way too much French in everyday conversation. You go.
Frasier: I think that sandalwood stinks.
Dr. Honey Snow: Oh, when you talk about wine, I wish I had a gun.
Frasier: I thought your first three books were trite and saccharin. [she stops kissing him] It's your turn, Honey. Honey?
Dr. Honey Snow: [backing away] I am immensely proud of my first three books.
Frasier: As well you should be.
Dr. Honey Snow: You thought they were trite?
Frasier: Oh, well, I meant trite in its best sense. As in the phrase 'trite and true'.
Dr. Honey Snow: And what about saccharin?
Frasier: I love saccharin. Use it every day.
Dr. Honey Snow: Well, I'm glad you like saccharin, darling, because there's no way you're getting any Honey.