Frasier: Excuse me, I'd better get that!
Ann: That didn't even ring.
Frasier: Yes, it did. ["answering" his cell phone] Hello? Niles? Is there something wrong? Oh, dear God, well, you just stay there on the floor. I'll be right there. [putting the phone away and standing up] I'm so sorry.
Ann: Is everything all right?
Frasier: Well, actually, it's my brother. He's thrown out his back again. Oh, God, and right in the middle of our magical evening, too. [to the passing waiter] Uh, check please.

Ann: Okay, well, uh, are you sure you're not hungry? You're welcome to try some of mine.
Frasier: Well, now that you mention it, uh, I guess I would like to try it. Yes, thank you.
Ann: Help yourself. Okay, well where were we? Oh, that's right, my husband. Anyway, he says he doesn't love me, he's bored, blah, blah, he's suffocating. If only, I say. I would've gotten a nice little settlement. I mean, we were covered up the yin-yang. He had a sweet whole-life policy that paid double for accidental death. I borrowed against it to get my Hyundai. [looking down at her now cleared plate] Hey! Who's the ravioli monster?
Frasier: Roar.

Ann: I hope I didn't talk your ear off.
Frasier: I can still hear you, so no.

Frasier: Gosh, uh, you know, I'm parked out back, so I'll just slip out through the kitchen. I'm sure the valet can find you a cab.
Ann: Oh, okay, well, here we are. The awkward part.
Frasier: Oh, it's not awkward at all. I'd be delighted to pay for your cab. [placing money in her hand] Here we are. Bye-bye.