Carla: Uh-uh-uh. Keep your distance. I'm not afraid to use this thing, you know.
Frasier: Oh, for heaven's sake. Look, allow me. Perhaps I can be of some assistance. Carla, Carla, please. Now let's just look into my eyes. Listen very carefully to every word I say. All he's going to do is plunge this large-bore needle into your tissue until it reaches a vein, at which point the beating of your heart will cause your blood to gush into this vial, filling it with a viscous, crimson syrup.
[Carla gasps before she hits the ground with a thud]
Frasier: There you go. Top her off.
Gordon: Thank you.
Frasier: My pleasure.