Martin: So how did it go? Or should I say, how big a scene did she make?
Niles: Actually, she did quite well. She willingly joined in the ceremonial chanting. When the shaman invited those so inclined to embrace their favorite tree, Maris said the only tree she was willing to embrace was her family tree. Everyone laughed. Well, I laughed. Then it happened. They called for a group hug.
Frasier: Oh, dear.
Niles: Last time I saw her, she was racing towards her Mercedes, emitting a high-pitched shriek that caused the wedding doves to attack one another.

Frasier: Are there no other services you could have performed?
Roz: The only other option was visiting old people in a retirement home.
Frasier: And you chose this?
Niles: Well, think about it. Walking the streets, picking up trash, you can see how Roz would go with the familiar.

Frasier: Yes, well, Niles, there are all different sorts of women in the world. Perhaps if you tiptoed beyond the fringes of your precious circle, cast a wider net..
Niles: Frasier? That woman by the side of the road, spearing trash.
Frasier: Not that wide.
Niles: No, no, no, no. It's Roz!
Frasier: My God, it is.
Niles: If she realizes we've recognized her, she'll be utterly humiliated. Oh, Roz!