Cliff: He did it again, damn it! The third year in a row, Walt Twitchell has cheated me out of my rightful place in the Magic Kingdom. And he did it by one lousy dented can of Spam.
Carla: You know, Clavin, I know you're dying to go to a place where no one looks twice at funny costumes and big floppy ears, but I think you missed the point here. A lot of food got to needy people. Isn't that what it's all about?
Cliff: Well I guess you're right, Carla.
Woody: Oh, Mr. Clavin, I'm glad you're here. I got something for you.
Cliff: Ah, thanks, Woody, but, uh... Wait a minute. Chow mein and leechy nuts? Woodrow, think very carefully.
Were these in the bar before 4:00 p.m. today?
Woody: Yeah, they were here. I just forgot to put 'em in the box.
Cliff: Oh, that makes one more can than Twitchell. I win. [laughs] Deck the halls with suntan lotion. Disney World, here I come! [laughs]
Frasier: Well, I guess it's true what they say. Charity begins in Orlando.