Carla: That's it. There's nothing in the ducts. We checked the office, the pool room, the rest-rooms. I don't get it. Unless you two are lying. Huh? Just going along with this duct thing waiting for us to keel over with exhaustion.
Cliff: Oh, yeah? How do we know that you two aren't lying?
Carla: That's it, Clavin, you're history, man.
Cliff: All right. Come on, Tortelli. Take your best shot, huh? I never liked you anyway. I only pretended to because you liked me, obviously.
Carla: Why, I ought to... [growling]
Frasier: No, Carla. Carla, no! No! Stop it. Stop it. Don't you see? Greed's turning us into animals. We've got to behave like civilized human beings. All right. All right. Now I've got some sodium Pentathol in my car. If one of you is lying, we'll know it.