Carla: Hey, Doc, how do you think I look for the contest?
Frasier: Well, my goodness, Carla, that is a jaunty bow!
Carla: Yeah.
Frasier: Where did you get it?
Carla: Well the first job I ever had was, uh, at this greasy spoon when I was 15. There was this old waitress there, named Cora. She taught me everything I know about waiting tables. Anyway, on, uh, her last day, the day they were carting her off to the nursing home, she gave me this bow. She told me to wear it with pride because being a waitress is a wonderful thing.
Frasier: Carla, that's quite a story.
Carla: Now, if the judges are as sappy as you, I get me a new car! [laughs]