Leland: Frasier, how are you doing?
Frasier: Oh, I'm afraid my stomach is still churning. I'm not going to be able to make dinner.
Leland: Oh, I understand. Well, I'll leave you to rest. Perhaps, though, later if you're feeling better, I can get your opinion on a short section of my autobiography.
Frasier: Well, when I can't give an opinion, you may as well call the coroner, tag my toe, I'm dead.