Frasier: Roz, I've known you for, what, eight years now. And in that time I've seen you date hundreds of... Roz: Careful! Frasier: All right, dozens of men. Yet you never showed any interest in me... Well, anyway, I assumed it was because I wasn't your type. Then I see you drawn to someone who's similar to me. Roz: You're jealous? Frasier: Well, no, not jealous, not exactly. It's more along the lines of "Why everybody else and not me?"
Roz: Frasier, did you ever stop to think there may be something special about not being picked?
Frasier: Roz, that didn't work when I was cut from pee-wee football. It's not gonna work now.
