Woody: That, uh, Miss Chambers' husband seemed like a nice guy.
Frasier: She'll make him pay for it. If she's left him a shred of manhood, it's only because she's waiting for the right moment to- to flick it away like the last shriveled pea on her plate. Thank God I'm over her. Hit me, Woody! Four fingers of the meanest swill you got!