Frasier: Percy Williams. Oh, wow, good to see you. I suppose you're on your way to the reunion.
Percy: Uh, yes. Yes, I am.
Frasier: I couldn't make it this year myself. A little too much on my plate, things have gotten crazy.
Percy: I see that. I heard you weren't on the radio.
Frasier: You did?
Percy: You know, my wife heads up a charity that helps get homeless people back on their feet.
Frasier: Yes, I know. The Boot Strap Foundation, it's very popular in my circle.
Percy: You should call. They could help you.
Frasier: Me? You thought- Oh, that's very funny. The shopping cart, the dog food. I'm afraid you're suffering from the wrong impression.
Percy: Dog food?
Frasier: Oh, it's not mine. It's my father's.
Percy: Call them, Frasier.
Frasier: No, really, you're mistaken. I'm not homeless. I live in that luxury building right there. Number 1901.
Percy: Frasier, take this.
Frasier: I don't need it. I drive a BMW, I collect African art.
Percy: You always were a proud one.
Frasier: I am not proud.
Percy: Then take it! And for God's sakes, spend it on food.
Frasier: I just threw out a $200 belt!