Frasier: (notices catalogues) Say, why all the catalogues?
Roz: I need to buy a present.
Frasier: (happily reading books) Tiffany, Cartier, Neiman Marcus...
Roz: So does anything look good to you here?
Frasier: Well, let's see. Who could we be shopping for? Hmm, perhaps a, a honey-voiced radio therapist whose birthday's just around the corner?
Roz: No, this present is not for you - it's for your brother.
Frasier: Oh all right, Roz, don't be coy. I think it's very smart you fishing for hints like this - you wanted to avoid a misstep like you made last year.
Roz: What misstep? You said you loved Pagliacci.
Frasier: Yes, I said the opera, not the porcelain crying crown figurine!
Roz: Look, Niles pulled some strings and got Alice on a list for a really good preschool, so I thought I'd just get him a little thank you gift, which was why I was asking for your stupid opinion in the first place. Forget it.
Frasier: All right, fine.
Roz: I'll figure it out for myself.
Frasier: Have it your own way, that's fine. But I tell you what, don't get him a porcelain Pagliacci. He already has one! (Roz throws a catalogue at him as he exits the studio)