Frasier1993

Roz Doyle:
Give him a break, he's just having fun.

Frasier:
That's exactly what I'd expect to hear from someone who's willing to spend the night as Bulldog's squeak toy.

Roz Doyle:
That is not funny! It was one night, and I would appreciate it if you would just let it drop.

Frasier:
You're right, I'm sorry, that was tactless of me. Tell you what, let me make it up to you. I've got an extra theater ticket tonight. Faye's busy, why don't you join me?

Roz Doyle:
No, thanks.

Frasier:
No, please, Roz. It's a delightful little show. I'll even throw in dinner.

Roz Doyle:
Busy.

Frasier:
Really. A date?

Roz Doyle:
[exploding] I have plans! Plans! What are you, a cop? I've got to account for every waking minute? My private life is my own business!

Frasier:
Bulldog!

Roz Doyle:
[bursting into tears] I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm weak. I can't stop myself!

Frasier:
Yes you can, Roz.

Roz Doyle:
Okay, I don't want to stop myself. He's good. He's really good. I mean, I'm better, but he's trainable.

Frasier:
Roz, it's Bulldog! Doesn't that bother you?

Roz Doyle:
You'd think.