Martin: Hey, Frasier, how about fixing that toilet of yours? It keeps running all the time, the noise is driving me crazy.
Frasier: All right, Dad. I'll call a plumber.
Martin: What do you mean, "Call a plumber?" You've got two hands, fix it yourself.
Frasier: Dad, I am a doctor. I have more important things to do with my life than to fix a toilet. Hello, Niles.
Niles: Good news, Frasier. I pulled some strings with the spa, and they're squeezing us in for a salt glow with our Swedish massage.
Frasier: Fabulous!
Martin: Ah, forget about a plumber, I'll do it myself. My manicurist cancelled on me.