Carla: Oh, Lilith. Boy, am I happy to see you.
Lilith: And l, as ever, you.
Carla: You know, I was cleanin' out my garage, and I was gonna toss a whole bunch of old toys into the Dumpster, and then I thought, "Oh, heck, maybe the Crane kid would like 'em."
Lilith: Oh, goodie! War toys.
Carla: Yeah. Get a load of these, huh?
Lilith: Ah. Little tin Confederate soldiers so my child can have the fun of reliving the carnage and agony of the Civil War.
Carla: You bet. My Gino once did a battle of Gettysburg using these and a can of tomato bisque soup.
Lilith: Oh! Here's a cute little dolly.
Carla: Yeah. If you run her along the bar, she screams, and sparks fly out of her eyes.
Lilith: Carla, these toys are inappropriate. I fear that a child who spent his time playing with them would be in grave danger of developing severe personality disorders, possibly bordering on the psychotic.
Frasier: Wow! Spark Head! God, I used to love this when I was a kid! Hey, guess who Sid and Gladys ran into the other day! Hank and Marilyn! [imitates squeaking and thudding] Through the windshield! Aah! Aah! Skidding on the pavement! [laughs]
Lilith: See? Do I want my son to grow up like that?