Todd: Hey, Fras, I just need to know the name of the chick who made our couch.
Frasier: Oh, right - it's a reproduction of the one Coco Chanel had in her Paris atelier. (Todd exhales) But why?
Todd : The writer from Architectural Digest wants to know.
Frasier: Architectural Digest?
Todd: They're doing a huge cover story on my apartment! And I have you to thank for it, buddy! Well, I got to go, the photographer's waiting. Later.
(Todd leaves, closing the door. Frasier slowly turns around, apoplectic – mouth gaping, body convulsing, unable to speak. Martin looks at him worriedly. Frasier rushes around the apartment)
Frasier: I need to sit down!