Crystal: Ooh, seat warmers.
Frasier: Yes, they're standard. There's a little control on the side if you want more leg room. So, where can I take you?
Crystal: It's up to you. We can get a room, or we can do it here, in the car.
Frasier: Oh, dear God. You're a prostitute.
Crystal: How far do these go back?
Frasier: Look, I'm sorry, there's been a mistake.
Crystal: Oh, don't be nervous, baby.
Frasier: I am not nervous and would you please put your seat up.
Crystal: I'll put it any way you want me to, honey.
Frasier: Stop talking to me that way. For God's sake! All right, please, I am sorry about the misunderstanding but get out of my car.
Crystal: Well, why the hell did you pick me up?
Frasier: I was trying to be a gentleman. Now get out.
Crystal: I'm not walking all the way back to my corner, give me some money for a cab.
Frasier: All right, fine. Oh lord, I guess I must have left my wallet back at the station.
Crystal: Well, how in the hell were you going to pay for me?
Frasier: I wasn't going to pay for you! Oh, good lord. Oh, here's a twenty dollar bill, now get out.