Frasier: Listen, Noel, I'm afraid I have some bad news about the, uh, science fiction convention.
Noel: Uh-oh!
Frasier: Long story short, you see, I attended an art opening and a luncheon on Saturday, and even though I left the luncheon early the traffic on the way to the convention was just awful and by the time I got there, Mr. Bakula and all the others had gone.
Noel: No...! You made a promise and you welshed on it. Why'd you do it, Dr. Crane?