Frasier: So, Carla, what did Eddie say about his impending fatherhood?
Carla: He wants to think about it.
Frasier: Mmm. Well, my guess is he'll do exactly what I or any normal, red-blooded men would do in this situation. On the other hand, you might actually hear from him again. [Carla slaps Frasier's head] No, I'm joking, I'm joking. Come on, am I the only cut-up left in this morgue? Come on! Remember the old days when things were fun? Do you remember when the bar was brimming with scamps, and atop every barstool perched an irrepressible Merry-Andrew? You remember that, Sam? [alarmed screech]