Frasier: Well, doesn't anybody care to know what I am concerned about? [Norm and Cliff look at each other] No.
Carla: Well, Fras, you know normally, I wouldn't give a rat's tokus about anything that happened to you, but the last guy I waited on threw up on my leg. Now, this couldn't be any worse, right? Shoot.
Frasier: It's my love life.
Carla: I'm gonna go find the guy that threw up on my leg.