Frasier: Oh, Daphne, I thought we agreed you'd keep him out of here for two hours.
Phil Patterson: Yeah. Well, I walked him around the park, but you know how he gets. He starts whining and whimpering until you can't stand it any longer.
Phil Patterson: [petting Eddie] Oh, don't let them talk about you like that, little fella.
Martin: She was talking about me.