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Frasier: Woody, you know Sigmund Freud might suggest that your aversion to vegetables stems from some early childhood trauma. Lilith: Pffft. Frasier: You sputtered, my darling? Lilith: Honestly, Frasier. You must be the last psychiatrist on earth who hasn't abandoned Sigmund Freud's theories. Frasier: What are you saying? Lilith: Merely that his theories are outdated sexist superstitions unsupported by a shred of clinical evidence. Frasier: You're drunk. My wife is completely smashed--blotto. Sam, no more boilermakers for Dr. Sternin-Crane. Lilith: I've had nothing to drink. Frasier: Ah, the worst kind of drunk. For your information Freud has a lot to teach about Woody's problem. If he were here today, he would, after striking Lilith, tell us that Woody is suffering from a subconscious barrier, easily removed by some elemental Freudian analysis. Woody: Isn't there anything faster? Frasier: Oh, many things, but nothing quite as lucrative. But, if you wish instant relief, I suppose we could try a little...well, post-hypnotic suggestion. Lilith: Pffft. Frasier: Another wet objection, my love? Lilith: Hypnosis, Frasier? Why only go back a century for your treatment? Why not bleed him with leeches, or drill a hole in his cranium and let the evil spirits leak out? Frasier: Ignore her, Woody. It's the gin talking.

Woody: How do I learn to like broccoli, cauliflower, and kale? Norm: Some things you have to develop a taste for slowly. Look give me a beer, okay? Put a stalk of broccoli in that beer, okay? The beer taste will kill the broccoli taste, but slowly, you'll get used to it, okay? Woody: We don't have any broccoli. Norm: Well thanks for the beer.

Cliff: Hey, what say we amuse ourselves with one of these trivia napkins? Sam: Oh, so you've finally starting to enjoy these jobbies, huh? Cliff: I was being a baby. I know you like me more than a stack of paper. Norm: Yeah, whatever.

Sam: Woody, [Veggie Boy] can't [taste] that bad. Let's look at the ingredients. Water, broccoli, cauliflower, and kale. Frasier: Well, maybe it just sounds bad in black and white. (takes a sip) Kale was not a good idea.

Frasier: Wonderful performance, Woody. We always knew you had it in you to be a corporate shill. Woody: Thanks, Dr. Crane.

Woody: It's just a small part in a commercial, but I don't know if I can pull it off. Norm: What do you play? Woody: A bartender. Sam: Woody, you are a bartender. Woody: But in this commercial, I have to serve drinks. Sam: Woody, you serve drinks all the time. Woody: But I have to talk and serve drinks. Sam: You talk and serve drinks everyday. Woody: Now you've made me nervous about working here.

Frasier: I never knew trivia could be so fascinating. Cliff: I gave you that fact months ago. You said you weren't interested. Norm: Cliffie, it's different with the napkins. Cliff: What's so different? Norm: Napkins don't spit when they talk.

Sam: Ever since I got the bar back, I've wanted to say, "Thank you for patronizing me." Frasier: Oh, Sam. I know you wanted to use a big word there. I believe what you meant to say was, "Thank you for your patronage." Sam: Really? What's the difference? Frasier: Patronage mean customers. Patronizing is the way one would talk to a small, dull child. Sam: Kind of how you're talking to me right now. Frasier: Aren't you cute?

Sam: What can I do for you? Norm: Open the beer taps and take the day off.

Woody: It's a letter from the ad agency. It says, due to lack of consumer interest they're discontinuing the product. What does that mean, Miss Howe? Rebecca: It means they're not making Veggie Boy anymore, I guess nobody liked it Woody: How can you not like it? It's broccoli, cauliflower, and kale...has America gone mad?

Frasier: Woody, let's go back into the office... Woody: Get that watch away from me old man, I've got crops to plant.

Sam: So, Jill, I've never met such a talented actress, is there anything i can look forward to seeing you in, like my shower? Jill: You're really funny Sam, did you ever think of doing stand up? Sam: Well, there's a first time for everything I guess.

Woody: Mr. Peterson made a goofy face. Norm: I did not, that's my normal expression.

Norm: This is amazing! Cliff: The magic of the movies, huh, Norm? Norm: No, the magic of the doughnut table!

Norm: Woody, you got stuff all over your face. Woody: That's pancake. Norm: Woah, is there a steam table here I'm missing?

Director: Just look right into the camera and say the line. Woody: I like it! Director: Not now Woody. Woody: I meant i like your direction, its very forceful and right to the point.

Carla: Hey Woody, it's 5 o' clock, you know where your commercial's playing?