Norm: [on the phone] Hi, Rudy, Rudy, hi, it's Norm. Listen, I'm afraid I have some bad news about your patriots game plans this weekend. Uh, I think you guys are going to have to kind of work. No, no, no, relax. It's not me. It's my new business partner.
Frasier: Good, good. Now give the guy a name. Make it authentic.
Norm: Uh, it's this guy, Mr. Kreitzer. He has this crazy idea, man, that you guys should, I don't know, paint. What? [covers the phone] He wants to talk to Kreitzer. Help, Frasier.
Frasier: No, no, no you dug the hole, Norm.
Norm: Woody. Come on. You're an actor. Be Kreitzer. Come on.
Woody: Okay, where am I from?
Norm: Uh, Pittsburgh.
Woody: OK. Now, did I come from a happy childhood...? And why am I on the phone at this point in my life?
Norm: Oh, come on. Just give me the phone. Forget it. Forget it. [shouts into the phone] All right, this is Kreitzer. Now listen up, you bunch of gutless, sniveling little wimps. I don't care what Peterson said. That lowlife does not lay down the rules. Hey! Hey! Any more lip out of you, and I'll rip your face off and stick it up your lunch bucket! [slams the phone down] That was kind of fun. Think maybe I ought to call Vera, huh? [Woody takes the phone away]