Roz: Oh, my God. Are you still stuck picking a name for that application?
Daphne: Yeah, we can't come up with one.
Roz: Oh God, give it to me. And then I'll fill it in and you'll never have to see it and you won't feel stuck with it.
Daphne: That's a great idea.
[cut to five years later in the St. Osric's Academy boardroom]
Dean of Admissions: Howard Clifton is officially accepted. Who do we have next?
Admissions Officer: Last name "Crane", first name... "Ichabod".
Dean of Admissions: Well, if they're not going to take the application seriously, how can we expect them to take St. Osric's seriously?
[He stamps the Cranes' application with "Admission Denied"]