Roz: Faster, Frasier, faster! (throws her leg across and stamps the accelerator) You can make this light!
Frasier: God, you're going to get us killed!
Roz: I can't be late for this date!
Frasier: Oh, this is ridiculous! First the dry cleaner, then the ATM, now you're making me cart you off to some restaurant!
Roz: Well, I'm sorry, I didn't plan for my car to be in the shop. But I really, really appreciate it, Frasier. (starts unbuttoning her shirt)
Frasier: Oh, a basket of fruit would suffice!