Lilith: Norm, we had to rush over to tell you.
Frasier: The new window treatment you designed just went up. It is spectacular.
Norm: Are you speaking to another Norm, or do you have a death wish?
Frasier: Beg your pardon?
Norm: Come on, come on. You think I want these people to know I'm an interior decorator?
Lilith: We're sorry, Norm. It's just, we simply cannot moderate our approbation.
Norm: Well, give it a shot, okay?
Lilith: But you should be decorating professionally.
Norm: Oh, no, no, no. Please. Doing you folks a favor was one thing. Any more of this interior decorating junk could really eat into my reputation as a lazy, beer-guzzling lump of mashed potatoes.
Frasier: But, Norm, you have a gift.
Norm: Gift? Try curse, pal. I spent my whole damn life trying to cover up the fact that I have a great sense of color, and I always know where to stick the ottoman.