Frasier: Cliff, in light of my recent decision, I now take offense at your remarks about Lilith. In short, I'm going to kick your sorry butt.
Cliff: Ah, now, come on, Doc, just cool down, will you? It was just a joke.
Frasier: Oh, you mean like that costume you wear every day?
Guys: Whoa!
Cliff: All right, put up your dukes, Dr. Cream Puff.
Norm: Okay, now we got a party, eh? [men laugh and agree]
Cliff: All right, all right, uh, before we start, let's just, uh, set a few ground rules, all right? Uh, no punching in the face because that can cause severe brain damage.
Frasier: Oh, oh, all right, uh, just one other thing. Uh, no hitting below the belt. I'm about to be married.
Cliff: Uh, all right, all right, fair enough, fair enough.
[later, the crowd has thinned out as Cliff and Frasier sit at a table together:]
Cliff: All right, well, no hitting in the, uh, right shoulder, though. That's my bag shoulder, all right?
Frasier: What about the, um, upper thigh area?
Cliff: Uh... Oh, no, I think we covered that on page five over here. Yeah.
Frasier: Well, then, where does that leave us?
Cliff: I don't know; it's leaving me with writer's cramp, I'll tell you.
Frasier: Well, let that be a lesson to you.