Frasier: I don't know what sort of twisted fantasy you've concocted about you and Daphne. I suppose it involves a comet hitting the earth and you and she having to rebuild the species. But trust me, Niles, it's not going to happen. She needs a man--one who can do more for her than just smell her hair.
|
|
User Score: 656
User Score: 2531
User Score: 1917
User Score: 841
User Score: 414
User Score: 292
User Score: 149
User Score: 125
User Score: 108
User Score: 98