Ferguson: I hope everything meets with your approval, sir.
Frasier: Oh yes, indeed. Indeed. Where's Dad's chair?
Ferguson: I took the liberty of removing it for the party.
Frasier: But Dad'll be furious. And I completely forgot, he'll be here. Swigging from a can and guessing women's weight. I'll be blackballed. [As Martin enters the room:] Oh, Dad, uh, listen, about tonight-
Martin: Yeah, I'd love to hobnob and whatnot, but the towncar's waiting to take me to the game. Thanks for the tickets, Fras. Fergie?
Ferguson: Your meatloaf sandwich, sir, and your finger. [to Frasier] I hope you don't mind, sir.
Frasier: Not at all.