Charlotte: Hi! Welcome to Charlotte's Web: a matchmaking service. Come in!
Frasier: Well, I'm-I'm sorry, isn't this...? Oh, I see what happened. I must have been so engrossed in my paper I went right past my floor.
Charlotte: Of course. It can be a little embarrassing to admit you need help in the romance department, please come in.
Frasier: No, this was a mistake.
Charlotte: I understand. (more insistent) Come in.
Frasier: Trust me, you are comically incorrect. I do not need a matchmaker.
Charlotte: So you're married?
Charlotte: Dating someone?
Frasier: I date plenty. In fact, I often need the proverbial stick one uses to beat women off... with. I... (rallies) I believe my point is made. (turns back to the elevator)
Charlotte: Why don't you just take my card?
Frasier: I don't need your card.
Charlotte: In case you change your mind.
Frasier: I won't change my mind.
Charlotte: For a friend.
Frasier: I have no friends. (realizes) ...who are in need of your services. You see, I am a bit of a local celebrity, so I have no trouble getting dates. (calls the elevator)
Charlotte: What's your name?
Frasier: Dr. Frasier Crane.
Charlotte: Oh! (then) Sorry, doesn't ring any bells.