Carla: [on the phone] If you're lying to me, I'm gonna rip out your slimy, gray tongue. [hangs up]
Norm: Whoa. Sounds kind of serious.
Carla: It's my mother.
Sam: Well, what's the matter with her?
Carla: She had the dream. [gestures with hands]
Sam: What dream's that?
Carla: The death dream. [gestures] Whenever someone in my family has it, you can just start divvying up the jewelry.
Rebecca: What exactly is this death dream? [gestures]
Frasier: Yes, and, uh, why exactly do you always do this [gestures]... when you say, "the death dream?" [gestures]
Carla: You just did it.
Frasier: Carry on.