Carla: Hear ye, hear ye. Here are the results you've all been waiting for. And the winner is...
Rebecca: [scoffs] Cliff Clavin.
Norm: Oh, man.
Cliff: Hey, surprise. Well, we know it's not fixed.
Carla: But you should be.
Rebecca: Well, don't look at me, you guys. He passed all the tests.
Cliff: Yep, I'm going to go call my barber... Yeah, yeah, yeah... Tell him I won the contest in spite of that inch he trimmed off my beard.
Frasier: Well, I suppose it's time we shave.
Norm: Yep.
Frasier: To tell you the truth, I'm going to kind of miss the old beard.
Norm: Yeah. I rather enjoyed looking like a macho, grizzly, gnarly kind of guy that my wife wouldn't come near with a 10-foot pole.
Cliff: [on the phone] Yeah, I'd like to talk to somebody about one of your industrial adhesive products.