Zora: Last time, he drank until he got his head caught in the duck press.
Frasier: Oh, really? How did he manage that?
Zora: With my help. So, what were you and Nikos talking about?
Frasier: Oh, now, now, now, Aunt Zora, don't you worry. I made you a promise, and I'd die before I'd break it.
Zora: Or soon after.