Martin: Eddie's vet told me to get a gecko. It's a cricket-predator. You know, like you get lady-bugs to eat aphids, if somebody would let me grow tomatoes on the terrace.
Frasier: Dad, I told you, it's a condo board regulation: no fruiting plants.
Martin: Whatever. Anyway, just give me a half-an-hour and I'll have that pesky cricket out of the kitchen and inside this gecko.
Frasier: I see. So we set a lizard loose to catch the cricket?
Martin: Mmm-hmm.
Frasier: Then what? We get an owl to eat the gecko? Then we get a tiger to eat the owl? What eats the tiger, Dad? Tell me that!
Martin: An alligator, for one, smart guy.