Frasier: Carla, that's exactly what he wants you to do. One must not play the game by his rules. Now, I've taught a seminar or two on developmental behavior, and the first rule in these acting-out situations is to simply ignore the offending child. Just pretend that he doesn't exist. Eventually, he'll get bored and come out. So what a lovely meal. Mmm! Do you know, I heard that the chef here was a protege of...
Lilith: Do you smell something burning?
Frasier: Yes. That's my shoe. I heard that he was a protege of...
Lilith: Your shoe is on fire?
Frasier: Yes.
Lilith: Isn't that painful?
Frasier: Excruciating. But I'm not going to give the child the pleasure of hearing me cry out. So, you see, it seems he was educated in a small village on the Rhine. He... Oh, Lud. One hotfoot might be considered a puckish prank. But, if you light that other match, it is the end of our tutelage. Is that perfectly clear? That's it! That's it! I've had it! That severs the relationship!
Lilith: Frasier, everyone thinks you're arguing with your clams.