Norm: What's going on? I'm dying over here.
Frasier: Well, it's not you, Norm, it's them.
Norm: Yeah?
Frasier: They're narrow-minded, trend-sucking dilettantes, who insist that well, their chefs be French, you know, that their mechanics be German, and that their designers be... stylish.
Norm: Ooh. You mean, stylish.
Frasier: Very stylish.
Norm: 'Nough said, Fras.
Frasier: I'm sorry, Norm. This could have been a real lucrative job for you. I don't know what to say.
Norm: That's okay, I do. Um... [sighs] Listen, uh, did I tell you that, uh, last night, I programmed myself to dream about your space?