Quote from Cliff in The Little Match Girl
Cliff: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. [picks up burnt mail bag] Oh, my God! Frasier: Cliff, was that undelivered mail? Cliff: Oh, yeah, it was, Doc. Oh my sweet Lord, what a catastrophe. I mean, there could be letters from mothers to sons in there. Social Security checks, wedding invitations. Well, there's only one thing left for me to do now. Frasier: What's that, Cliff? Cliff: Get up early tomorrow and stage a Jeep accident.