Frasier: I was hoping you'd come back here when you couldn't find me. And I want to apologize. After a couple of hours in the position, I heard some snipe rustling in the bush, so I went off to pursue them and, well, I got lost in the woods. Then I scrambled about for a while until I heard the sound of cars on the highway. So then I flagged down an eighteen-wheeler and made my way back to safety. But good friends, I'm sorry. I let you down. It's the last thing I wanted to do.
Diane: Frasier, are you sure you're all right?
Frasier: All right? Diane, I'm aglow. I'm transported. Of course, I don't expect you to understand. It has to do with the unspoken bond between men. [puts his arm around Norm and Cliff] Sorry, I'm a little emotional. Coach, set up my buddies. I want to drink to the camaraderie of this night.
Sam: Oh, you don't have to do that, Frasier.
Norm: Nonsense. He wants to buy his friends a drink. Come on, what the hell?
Cliff: Yeah, as you know, it is the bagger's prerogative.
Frasier: Ah, what a marvelous tradition. Let's drink to it.