Frasier: So, Carla, how've you been?
Carla: Well, two of my kids are in jail, the bank's about to foreclose on my house and, after tonight, I'm never gonna see Cliff Clavin again. Things are great!
Frasier: Yeah, Carla was never really a fan of Cliff's.
Carla: Yeah, not to talk the guy down, but he's a big blowhard who thinks he knows everything and never shuts up.
Daphne: Imagine.

Frasier: It was about ten years ago when I too left Boston. But the kind wishes and outpouring of emotions from my friends remain fresh in my mind. I still remember Sam throwing me a lavish party and dubbing me the "Einstein of Cheers", against my modest protests that I was merely the Neils Bohr.
Carla: You still are.

Carla: Hey, white-bread. What could possibly be wrong on this most wonderful of nights?
Niles: Oh, no offense, it's just we had reservations at one of the finest restaurants in Boston. Instead we're eating trail mix and drinking this... Oh, dear God, it's just labeled "Wine".
Carla: Hey, Norm, doesn't he remind you of Frasier? Say "indubitably".
Niles: Must I?
Norm: It's uncanny.