Daphne Moon: [Frasier suspects Roz of squandering his loan, and wants to confront her] Excuse me, not to interrupt, but six months ago you borrowed forty dollars from me. We were at the wine shop, remember? You couldn't quite scrape together enough for a bottle of your precious Chateau Mr. Fussy-Pants? So I lent you the money. And have I said a peep about it since? No! I just sit here quietly reusing my tea bags while you trundle off to your private clubs ordering gourmet this and imported that! "Are the cigars Cuban?" "Are the Tulips Dutch?" "Oh, good news: my personal shopper just found a dozen antique pudding plates." Who has twelve people over for pudding? So you gave poor Roz a bit of money! It hasn't changed your life, has it, you sherry-swilling, foie gras- munching hypocrite?
Dr. Frasier Crane: Daphne, I did repay you.
Daphne Moon: What?
Dr. Frasier Crane: I paid for that parking ticket. Fifty dollars as I recall. It means you owe me ten.
Daphne Moon: Oh, right. Well, I'm glad you said something. It's not good to let these things fester.