Frasier: Well, Dad, I wouldn't be surprised if Bulldog actually declines that award.
Martin: Why would he?
Frasier: Well, I've arranged a few surprises to prick his conscience, until, like Hamlet's stepfather, he totters from the banquet, ghostly pale and gibbering with guilt.
Martin: [whispering to a stranger] Can I get a ride home with you?