Mary: Well, if you want my opinion...
Frasier: No, thank you, Mary. We've been listening to your opinions all night, and frankly there isn't enough room left in our heads for another one, now if you would just get back in...
[Frasier swings out his arm, hitting Santa Claus in the nose with his microphone]
Frasier: I'm so sorry.
Santa: What the hell's wrong with you? Look, I'm bleeding. I'm bleeding.
Frasier: It was an accident.
Santa: I'm feeling dizzy.
Director: Cue the tape. I don't care what tape, find something.
Woman: What's wrong with you? You attacked Santa Claus.
Frasier: Look, it was an accident. Wasn't it, Mary? You saw it.
Mary: Oh, now, you want my opinion. Honey, you're on your own.