Martin: What's going on?
Frasier: Well, we had a bit of a discipline breakdown. We've all agreed to spend the last twelve hours before the final weigh-in policing each other. It's a good thing you had dinner out. I've purged the apartment of all foodstuffs.
Niles: Who's that gentleman on the floor?
All: Noel.
Frasier: He passes out from time to time, but not to worry, I'm sure the next searing stomach cramp will bring him around.