Frasier: Well, this is the most boring napkin we've come across.
Norm: What's the question?
Frasier: Well, who can tell? It looks as though it was homemade. It looks like some moron typed it on some old manual typewriter.
Cliff: How odd. Read the question.
Frasier: This is not a napkin. It's a cry for help.
Cliff: All right. So I forged a napkin! Can you blame me? I've been sitting here for the better part of the '80s, trying to enliven the discussion and broaden a few horizons with the benefit of my special brand of my arcane knowledge, and then these stupid napkins come waltzing in. And then I'm out. Well I've had it. It's time to make a choice, fellas. Me or the napkins? [silence] Or both. Maybe we can alternate.
Norm: We can do that.
Cliff: Yeah, a round of drinks for my friends here!
Norm: All right. Yeah. I'd like to see a napkin do that, huh?