Frasier: Good afternoon, everyone. Have I missed anything?
Cliff: Eh, we're just having a little bit of spring training debate over here. Who do you pick for the pennant this year, huh?
Frasier: Well, if that's not the most loaded question I've ever heard. Who are you all going with? Boston, perchance?
Norm: As coincidence would have it, yeah.
Frasier: You know, we go through the same charade every year. Colored by your hometown chauvinism, you throw statistics and feasibility to the wind and predict Boston, and you're usually wrong. Well, I'm going out on a limb this year. I'm going to be the only one to pick the New York Yankees.
Carla: You're not the only one to pick the Yankees, Fras.
Frasier: I'm not?
Carla: No. Steve picked them, too. Hey, Woody, is Steve back there with you?
Woody: [o.s.] You bet, Carla.
[Woody wheels out a clothing rack to which a man has been tied by his hands and feet]
Frasier: You didn't let me finish. You see, I picked the Yankees to lose, you see? l, uh... I love the Red Sox. Don't hurt me, please.