FRASIER: “As the werewolf emerges, you hear him snarl. You see his teeth gnash and tongue loll. He steps towards you and-Roz put your hand down; I’m still not allowing romance in my campaign!”
[MARTIN LOOKS AT ROZ, HORRIFIED]
[DAPHNE SHRUGS]
DAPHNE: “A step up from some of the men I’ve dated.”
