Norm: So, uh, who's the geezer?
Woody: That's Mr. Fitzgerald. He's come in every day for the past two weeks and bought drinks for everybody.
Cliff: Yeah?
Woody: Gee, he's a heck of a guy.
Frasier: You know, I think, in many ways, Mr. Fitzgerald and I are alike. We both come here seeking warmth and camaraderie. A safe haven from the outside world. You know, a place where you can always feel welcome.
Paul: Excuse me, pal, you're on my stool.
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize.