Martin: Your breakfast is ready.
Frasier: Oh, no! Dad, all I ever have is a bran muffin and a touch of yogurt.
Martin: Girly food. Besides, I already fixed your breakfast. I made eggs in a nest.
Frasier: Oh, yes. The Crane Family Specialty. Fried eggs swimming in fat, served in a hollowed-out piece of white bread. I can almost hear my left ventricle slamming shut as we speak.
Martin: You want cheese on that?
Frasier: No, I'd like to leave some blood flow for the clot to go swiftly to my brain.