Norm: Well, I think I handled that one rather well, don't you, Wood? Could I have a celebratory beer, please?
Frasier: Handled it, my foot!
Norm: What?
Frasier: You mean to tell me you're going to pay that girl week after week just to stop following you and watching your every move, interrupting your beer drinking?
Norm: Come on, Fras, this is nothing. I bought Vera a house.