Frasier: Excuse me, Mr. Puck?
Wolfgang: Yes, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: I- I couldn't help noticing, the crab cakes are getting just a bit... brown.
Wolfgang: They're getting beautifully crunchy.
Frasier: I see. Because when I said "brown" I actually meant more like "black", like "burned."
Wolfgang: They're Cajun.