Woody Boyd : Dr. Crane. Can you help me with something?
Dr. Frasier Crane : Of course, Woody.
Woody Boyd : You know, yesterday was mine and Kelly's third anniversary of going steady, and I gave her a dinky keychain, so she goes and gives me this three hundred dollar camera. So my problem is...
Dr. Frasier Crane : Say no more about it, Woody. If I were you, I wouldn't let Kelly's fine present cause you any guilt. After all, she comes from a very priviledged background, while you're an unsophisticated working man with nary two dimes to rub together. You know, these kinds of relationships rarely make through a third year.
Woody Boyd : Actually, I just wanted to know how to work the automatic flash. But now, I just want to go some place and cry.
[the gang is talking about Kevin McHale's obsession with bar trivia, Carla who is blaming Norm and Cliff in particular]
Carla Tortelli-LeBec : You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. You're like vampires - big butted, do-nothing vampires. And now you're trying to make Kevin one of your recruits. Well, I say it's got to stop. I'm not going to let you screw up his career.
Sam Malone : Come on. Lighten up, will ya. It's just Kevin's getting a little carried away with bolts, that's all.
Carla Tortelli-LeBec : Yeah, sure Sammy. Today it's how many bolts are in the floor. Tomorrow, they'll have him onto if the Brady Bunch crashes in the Andes, who's going to eat who first.
Woody Boyd : They'll probably eat the maid cause she ain't kin.
Cliff Clavin : Well, you know but if they're smart, they'll ask her first how she should best prepare herself.