Frasier: No, no, John. There's just one more thing. One second, please. There's something I need to tell you about, something that I did in school that I'm not very proud of.
[A large man, covered in bruises, appears with a cast around his neck and hand]
Prisoner: Yo, John. Sorry I touched your comb, man.
John Rajeski: So what did you do?
Frasier: Uh, well, I- I peeked over your shoulder once during an algebra quiz.
John Rajeski: And I'm the one who gets expelled?