Frasier: Frederick, we're gonna be leaving in the morning.
Freddie: But I don't want to go.
Frasier: No? I thought you'd be dying to get back to your Game Boy.
Freddie: Well, yeah. But I kind of made plans.
Frasier: Oh, really? With who?
Frasier: Oh, then you don't have plans. We leave at...nine-ish.
Freddie: OK, fine. I have plans with Melody.
Frasier: The s'mores girl?
Frasier: She's cute.
Freddie: She's a cheerleader.
Frasier: Ho-ho! I remember a particular cheerleader from my youth: Lorna. She was a beautiful girl. In fact, I was so intimidated by her I-I could never even work up the courage to approach her...
Freddie: Dad, I kissed her.
Freddie: I know. It was her first time. It was my first time too.
Frasier: I see.
Freddie: Don't tell Mom about this, OK? She'd ask all kinds of stupid questions.
Frasier: Don't worry, son. It's just between you and me.