Frasier: I want my money back.
Phillip Hayson: Oh, well, that's where things might get a bit ... prickly. You see, we have a strict policy here at the Hayson gallery all sales are final.
Frasier: But, in this case, you're willing to make an exception.
Phillip Hayson: Oh, I'd love to, but I can't.
Frasier: Yes, but it's a forgery.
Phillip Hayson: Well, if it is, it's a damn good one.
Frasier: Alright, alright, I'm going to make this simple. I want my money.
Phillip Hayson: I'm sure you do.
Frasier: Oh, I know what you're doing. You're "handling" me. You're agreeing with everything I say hoping I'll tire and go away.
Phillip Hayson: Whatever you say.
Frasier: I don't believe it! You're shining me on. You are shining me on! Where is the fairness in this, where is the justice?!
Phillip Hayson: Dr. Crane, if you ever find justice in this world, let me know, will you? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. [walks away]
Frasier: What? Did a crate of freshly-painted Rembrandts just arrive?!