Woody: Hey, guys. Here I go. Off to my dress rehearsal. [chuckles] Dress rehearsal. What bitter irony.
Frasier: Now listen, Woody, when you take off your clothes on that stage, it's not exhibitionism. You are becoming a part of the rich heritage of the theater. You're joining a continuum that stretches back from Shakespeare to the Greeks to the Romans and all the way back into the endless mists of time.
Woody: Gee, I never thought about it that way, Dr. Crane.
Sam: Really? I had.
Woody: Well, maybe I am making too much of this. You know, it's not like they're forcing us to take our clothes off. In fact, the director said that we only have to take our clothes off if the spirit moves us.
Frasier: Well, what's your problem? You know, we are, after all, born naked, Woody. And it's man's natural state. I mean, you and I are both naked underneath our clothes.
Woody: Dr. Crane, you're a married man. [exits]
Frasier: Perhaps I'd do better to have a little chat with this gentleman here. [touches the statue of Tecumseh]