Woody: [on the phone] I know, Dad, but still... Well, whatever you think is best, Dad. Right. Bye, Dad. [hangs up] That was my dad.
Frasier: Really.
Woody: Yeah, he's threatening to make me move back home to Indiana. He's been talking to my Uncle Fergie.
Norm: The guy who was here last week? I thought he had a great time.
Woody: Well, he did. But all he told them about was the two times he got mugged.
Frasier: Oh, that was just bad luck.
Woody: Yeah.
Frasier: Woody, you've lived here two years. How many times you been mugged?
Woody: Ten. But You know, that's including the two times with Uncle Fergie.
Frasier: Oh.
Woody: So now my parents are convinced that Boston is a dangerous town and all my friends are seedy lowlifes.
Frasier: Well, surely they don't want you to go back to Indiana because we're a corrupting influence.
Woody: Well, who knows? Somehow, they got the idea that every guy in Boston is some lonely, pathetic weirdo.
Cliff: Look, is this or is this not the spitting image of George Schultz?
Norm: So, uh, Woody, what time does your bus leave?