Frasier: I'm trying to convince my esteemed colleagues to move their monthly meetings to your fine establishment.
Sam: Oh, hey, thanks. That's great.
Frasier: Uh, my, uh, gold card should keep the, uh the bubbly flowing.
Norm: Cliffie, the master has a thought.
Cliff: Yes?
Norm: One might wonder what would happen if, uh, we called a certain credit card company and reported that number as stolen. Then when a certain bartender tried to put it through for a certain customer, and it wasn't honored, what do you suppose would happen?
Cliff: I don't know.
Norm: Major fireworks.
Cliff: Oh! You're a genius! Why do you put up with me?
Norm: I don't know.