Roz: You know, I've got some requests here for some personal appearances. City College wants you to lecture.
Frasier: Fine, just tell me the date.
Roz: Okay. St. Bartholomew's Hospital wants you to emcee their annual benefit.
Frasier: Pass.
Roz: What, you're turning down a hospital?
Frasier: Yes. [without even looking at Roz] Don't look at me that way.
Roz: Hey, I'm with you, I hate the way those whiny sick people are always nagging you for things. "I want a magazine." "I want a kidney!"
Frasier: Roz, I have as much sympathy for sick people as you do, which is why I said yes when they asked me to appear last year. I bought an Armani tuxedo, spent a week working on my speech, postponed a trip to go see Frederick; then on the morning of the dinner they called me and told me they didn't need me because their first choice had become available, the irrepressible Kathie Lee Gifford!
Roz: God, way to hold a grudge!
Frasier: This is not about spite. This is about dignity. Dignity is a rare and fragile thing. Any other requests?
Roz: Yeah, the Miss Teenage Seattle pageant wants you to be a judge.
Frasier: Oh, I'll do that.
Roz: That's real dignified.
Frasier: A scholarship is involved!