Mr. Rugly: Is this the giraffe from my bookcase?
Frasier: Yes. Yes, it is. I'm sorry. I was admiring it. It broke apart in my hands. But you know, if your child is anything like mine, he'd be delighted to make you a new one.
Mr. Rugly: Actually, my father made it after his stroke.
Frasier: Well, I think you've got enough to go on. It was lovely meeting you. [extends his hand out, accidentally knocks a cup of coffee onto Mr. Rugly's lap] I'm sorry, you know, I'm going to have to rush if I'm gonna beat that tow-truck.