Frasier: Oh, what do I ever say? "You're in denial, seek help," blah, blah, blah.
Dr. Niles Crane: I don't think we're really quite hard up enough yet to stage a singles party.
Martin Crane: Ok, suit yourself. Well, we'll just get ready for the evening. I'll dish out the spaghetti, and you guys set up the card table. I got us a new jigsaw puzzle. Ten thousand pieces. It's called "The Wheat Field."
Frasier: I'll send the invitations.
Dr. Niles Crane: I'll call the caterer.
Frasier: I mean, murderers on death row can find women to marry them! I can't find one to sit through coffee!
Dr. Niles Crane: It's easy for those men to attract women, they have all that time to work out in the yard.
Frasier: I'm getting desperate here.
Dr. Niles Crane: Don't obsess about this. My love life's not much better than yours, but you don't see me going off the deep end.
Frasier: Oh, really? Did it ever occur to you that this recent antique-buying binge you've been on is nothing but a way of sublimating your frustrated sexual desires?
Dr. Niles Crane: That's preposterous! These purchases have nothing to do with sex.
Frasier: Oh, don't they? In addition to the loveseat, let's see, your most recent acquisitions have been: a French bed- warmer, a pair of Toby jugs... the less said about that Civil War ramrod, the better.
Dr. Niles Crane: Oh, you Freudians! Sometimes a ramrod is just a... oh hell, even I can't make that one fly.