Daphne: Oh, you have some messages, Dr. Crane. A Kirby called at 4:00, then again at 4:20 and 4:45. It was upsetting your father, so I turned the ringer off.
Frasier: Oh, dear. I promised him I'd help him find a job. There's so few for which he's qualified. And with the proliferation of self-serve gas stations, I'm afraid that narrows the field even further.