Frasier: Problem?
Donny: Yeah, it's my bachelor party, my best man can't arrange it and I'm having a hell of a time trying to find somebody to fill in.
Frasier: Well, Donny, if you're looking for someone to throw you an appropriate shindig, I'd be willing to volunteer.
Donny: Oh. No, no, no, no, thank you, no. I don't think so. It's okay. Just don't want to impose.
Frasier: No, no, it's no trouble at all, really.
Donny: No, no, no, no! It'll be fine, but thanks for the offer, though, Frasier. I don't think we're talking about the same kind of party.
Frasier: Donny, if you're letting my reputation as an aesthete cloud your judgment, I assure you I am just one of the guys, capable of getting down and dirty with the rest of them!
[Frasier answers the door:]
Doorman: Your jacket, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Oh, dear God! You never fold cashmere! You'll misdirect the knap! Get out. [closes the door] Donny, give it some thought.