Frasier: It's ironic, isn't it? My 63-year-old father is about to embark on a night of romance, while the two of us, a man and a woman, both attractive and eligible, in the prime of our lives, have nothing to do on a Saturday night.
Daphne: You know, the answer to our problems might be right under our noses. (looks at him)
Frasier: Yes, Daphne. I think it is. (looks at her)
Daphne: All right, you go claim the washing machines, I'll go get the laundry. (leaves)