Bulldog: Hey, guys, I'm glad you're here. I need to talk to you about something.
Frasier: What can I do for you, Bulldog?
Bulldog: My mom's having bypass surgery tomorrow morning, and I'd like to sit up with her tonight at the hospital. But I gotta work the 11-1 spot. I don't suppose you could...
Roz: Oh, right. Like we don't know there's a big fight in Vegas tonight.
Bulldog: Look, I know I've jerked you guys around before, but this is serious.
Frasier: Bulldog, I'm sorry. Frederick's coming in tonight, it's his birthday.
Bulldog: Okay, Doc. Never mind, I understand. [on the phone] Hello, Bernice Briscoe's room, please. I hope my mom's around to celebrate her next birthday. Hi, Mom. It's Bobby. Um, look, I'm gonna have to work tonight after all...
Frasier: Bulldog, wait a minute. You know what? Frederick will probably be asleep by eleven, I guess we could take your spot.
Roz: Are you insane? How can you be so gullible? He is not talking to his mother. [on Bulldog's phone:] Does somebody have a boo-boo on her heart? Is someone gonna have to open you up with those big old rib spreaders? ... Oh, Mrs. Briscoe, I'm so sorry. Listen, I just wanted you to know that we'll fill in for Bobby tonight.