Frasier1993

Frasier:
[on Daphne] She's just having trouble finding men.

Roz:
[whips out her little black book] Say no more!

Frasier:
No, Roz, Roz, it's really not necessary. You do not have to donate one of your boyfriends to Daphne.

Roz:
Oh, come on, I'd be happy to.

Frasier:
But still, one hates to break up a collection.

[Niles brings coffees]

Roz:
Oh, here we go! Sven Bachman, he's an aerobics instructor.

Frasier:
I don't think so.

Roz:
Oh, this one's perfect! Gunther Dietrich. He's loads of fun, and he's a runway model.

Frasier:
A German narcissist. Now there's an appealing combination.

Roz:
Okay, okay, I'll keep looking.

Niles:
Looking for what?

Roz:
I'm helping Frasier find a man for Daphne.

Niles:
What?

Roz:
Here we go! He's a tennis instructor, and his name is Brick.

Niles:
Dear God, Frasier - Sven, Gunther, Brick? Why not just lather Daphne up with baby oil and hurl her over the wall of a prison yard?

Roz:
Excuse me, but I've dated all these guys.

Niles:
Well, where do you think I came up with the imagery?

Roz:
[furious] Listen, you little titmouse...!

Frasier:
All right! Niles, you are completely out of line here. And Roz, he does have a point. You and Daphne are entirely different kinds of women. While Daphne is very shy and inexperienced, you are more... well, a lot more... well, actually it's hard to find anyone who's more...

Roz:
Oh, I get it! Not one man I've ever dated is good enough for Miss Daphne, is that what you're trying to say?

Frasier:
No, it's what I'm trying not to say, and you're not making it very easy.

Roz:
[getting up] Oh, I'm out of here.

Frasier:
Oh, Roz, please wait.

Roz:
[storming out] Oh no, I can't stay, the FLEET IS IN!