Frasier: Charlotte, where's my date?
Charlotte: I am so sorry. She just called, she had to cancel.
Frasier: That does it.
Charlotte: No, we'll find another evening.
Frasier: No, Charlotte, we will not. You have sent me on enough miserable dates, thank you. Before you fix me up with a doll-collecting war criminal, or a hashish-smoking burger flipper, I want out! And I want my money back.
Charlotte: Frasier, this...
(She pulls out the chair and sits down. He reluctantly sits opposite
Charlotte: This is a process. I have only sent you out on five dates. Do you cure your patients in five sessions?
Frasier: Well, no, but...
(She takes a thick binder out of her purse)
Charlotte: This client roster is filled with fascinating women. I just signed a new one this morning – botany professor, avid bicycle rider, very striking. But you know what? If you're going to be so impatient, then we should just end this now, I'll write you a check. (lifts her purse)
Frasier: Well, wait...
Charlotte: No, no, no, no, I'm sure you'll do much better on your own. With $10,000 you can download a lot of love.
Frasier: Well, let's not be too hasty. That striking, biking botanist sounded like me.
Charlotte: I don't know.
Charlotte: Don't beg, it's a turn-off.
(She replaced the binder in her purse and gets up)
Charlotte: All right. Why don't I get us some drinks and then we can talk about our next move?