Kirby: (whispering to Roz) So, um, would you order some wine for us?
Roz: No. Let's get something straight: if you get drunk, the evening is over. And if you fondle, massage or cup any portion of my body the evening is over. Got it?
Kirby: Man, you're like a total prude, huh?
Roz: Yes, I am.
Maitre D': (as they sit) Would any one of you like a drink?
Kirby: Yes. The lady and I will have the Coca Cola.
Roz: Yeah, and make sure the lady's has a lot of Jack Daniels in it. (to Kirby) Never order for your date, it's cheesy.
(Angle on - Frasier ordering at his table)
Frasier: And the lady will have the filet.