Frasier: Woody, I'm sorry. There's one thing I've got to tell you. Listen, you have got to withdraw from the election.
Woody: What do you mean, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Well, aside from the nagging feeling that your election might actually mean the extinction of all life as we know it, you're just not a politician.
Woody: Yeah, but you said it would be easy. In fact, you said not being a politician was my hook.
Frasier: I know, Woody, I'm sorry. Listen, I- I shouldn't have led you on. I guess I was just drawn in by the promise of power.
Woody: Oh, but, Dr. Crane...
Frasier: No, no "but, Dr. Cranes". Now, Woody, just listen to me. Listen, the right to vote is it's far too sacred to cheapen by some some vain psychological experiment. I mean, your winning an election without knowing anything at all about politics it would just make a mockery of the entire democratic process. Woody, you have to withdraw.
Woody: Well, there's no sense in arguing with you, Dr. Crane. I mean, next to Mr. Clavin, you're the smartest guy I know. But what about the debate? They're expecting me to go over there.
Frasier: Woody, you'll just have to make a a simple speech and gracefully bow out.
Woody: Oh. Well, I guess you're right, Dr. Crane. Gotta do what I gotta do. It's too bad, though. I was really looking forward to being a good city councilman and working hard to make sure that every person in my district was ensured life, liberty and the purfuit of happineff.