Catherine: (angry) And to think I was going to have sex with you. And it was going to be hot. Oh, like you've never had before. I'm talking raw, steamy, sweat-dripping-down-your-back, neighbors-pounding-on-the-wall, ILLEGAL-IN-FORTY-EIGHT-STATES-KIND-OF-SEX! (haughty) But, hey! You're okay, you won't be alone tonight. No, you've got your ethics! (pause) Oh, by the way...the fish was dry.
Frasier: Oh, that was a cheap shot!