Cliff: Where's Rebecca? I haven't seen her all day.
Carla: She's down at one of her power meetings at corporate.
Cliff: Oh, yeah?
Carla: Yeah, she must be really trying to impress a biggie. She was already puckering up before she even hit the door.
Cliff: Boy, these corporate types... Down at the post office, I kneel for nobody.
Frasier: Hmm. Well, we'll all bear that in mind, Cliff, whenever we desire to have a job where you have to wake up at 4:00 in the morning, walk a 15-mile route, and make a minimal base salary.
Cliff: Hey, hey, hey. It's not that easy, pal. You got to take a test.