Daphne: How're you feeling, Mr. Crane?
Martin: I'm fine, I wish you'd quit asking me.
Frasier: Well, it's a reasonable question for a man who just ate a cut of prime rib the size of a hatbox.
Martin: Well, whose fault's that? You're the one who was too embarrassed to walk out with a doggie bag. For what it cost, that meat was coming with me, one way or another.