Roz: Well, we're getting there.
Frasier: Except for the lead. I haven't found anyone remotely qualified to play a wily old Scotland Yard inspector. You know, you might be right, Roz, I might have to bite the bullet and take on the part myself.
[A well-dressed, grey-haired, mustachioed British man, smoking a pipe, stops Frasier in the corridor]
Ian: Excuse me, Dr. Crane, is it too ate to read for role of the inspector?
Frasier: I'm afraid the part has already been cast.