Norm: Cliffie, I'm sure everything is going to be just okay.
Cliff: Oh, yeah, well, no, sure, there's no... You know, I'm in the hands of skilled professionals. It's not like the old days, is it, you know, where they give you a shot of whiskey, lick the scalpel and they go a-carving, huh?
Frasier: You know, the same is true in my profession. Time was when a person's behavior deviated in any way from what society considered normal, the town barber would take a rusty drill, bore a hole in your head, and let the evil spirits out. Well, it's a good thing we didn't live back then, huh?
Carla: Yeah, you'd be looking pretty much like a whiffle ball by now, wouldn't ya?