Frasier: Hello, everyone.
Rebecca: Hi, Frasier. You through with the bris?
Frasier: Yes, yes, yes. My son is happy, healthy, and nowhere in the vicinity of this bar. Ouch! Say, uh, just out of curiosity, you know, does anybody in the bar happen to be lactating and in need of some quick cash? Well, if so, just, uh, meet me in the office. Ouch! Damn it, Frederick, give it up. It's just not gonna happen.
Woody: You know what? I think he's got the baby under that coat.
Rebecca: How did you know that, Woody?
Woody: Oh, it's the same basic premise as "Hide Bob's Pants."