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Frasier:
Someone lost a wallet.
Roz:
Hey, is he cute?
Frasier:
Well, it's hard to tell from a driver's license picture, but he's five
foot six, weighs 200 pounds, and has corrective lenses.
Roz:
Leave it on the floor.
Frederick pretending to be surprised: Oh wow, I'm so surprised!
Caller:
I think I'm losing my mind, Dr Crane. People are talking to me through
my radio.
Frasier:
Why do you think that?
Caller:
There it is again.
Frasier:
Turn your radio down.
Caller:
Now it's giving me orders.
Frasier:
Stephen, turn your radio down.
Caller:
It knows my name!
Frasier:
So where can I take you?
Woman
he picked up in the rain: It's up to you. We can get a room, or we can
do it here in the car.
Frasier:
Was it really necessary to take my belt and tie?
Cop:
Standard procedure, it's for your own protection.
Frasier:
For God's sake! You had me in the drunk tank, if I wanted to kill myself
I'd've taken a deep breath.
Headline: Doc's pal is a mock gal.
Frederick: Dad, I'm eleven, I know what a prostitute is.