Roz: Frasier, have I ever told you about my ceramic hippo collection?
Frasier: Oh yes, many times.
Roz: The hell I have. Shut up and listen. One Christmas my Grandma sent me a ceramic hippo.
Frasier: Roz, a hippo cannot possibly be as repellent as a rabid matador killing an epileptic bull.
Roz: Was the bull wearing a pork-pie hat and fishing off a dock?
Frasier: Continue.
Roz: Okay. I made the mistake of telling her how much I loved it. Well, that just opened the floodgates. I got ice-skating hippos and hula-hooping hippos. Thank God for that earthquake.
Frasier: Oh, you mean they broke?
Roz: Well, I assume they did when they hit the bottom of the garbage chute. But I blamed it on the earthquake, and the point is, you need to talk to your father now and be honest with him or you're gonna be stuck with that thing until the next natural disaster.