Carla: Oh, Sammy, mind if I cut out for an hour? I want to catch the last couple of innings of my kid Ludlow's T-ball game.
Sam: Hey, I thought he was the intellectual of the family. He's into baseball, huh?
Carla: Well, he didn't go willingly. I had to trick him. I used the old "going to the library but running out of gas in front of the ballpark" routine.
Sam: Seems kind of drastic, doesn't it?
Carla: Come on, Sammy, please. I don't want the kid growing up to be a soft, doughy wimp wearing an argyle sweater and smoking a pipe.
[Frasier passes by Carla wearing an argyle sweater and smoking a pipe]