Cliff: Yeah, I think you hit the tail right on the donkey with that one, Doc. Yes, it's the superficial trappings of youth that we yearn for. We wish for time to stand still, and why? Because we are afraid of our own mortality. Sure. But sooner or later, it's time for men to put aside childish things because, well, they are no longer childs. So, as a great poet once said, "If I were a child"...
Frasier: You know, Cliff, uh, tell you what, before we take off, why don't you get one more look at that, uh, that little popcorn girl you were telling us about?
Cliff: Hey, yeah.
Frasier: Have one more tub of that popcorn.
Cliff: Yeah, you bet.
Frasier: Tell you what, here.
Cliff: Sweet on me, wasn't she?
Frasier: My treat.
Cliff: Yeah.
Norm: Gonna find another parking spot?
Frasier: Hell, no. We're going home.