Well, now, hold onta yer horses, there, Frazier. I mean,

"Well, now, hold onta yer horses, there, Frazier. I mean, as a psychiatrist,
isn't it your job to, uh, `seek and uphold the truth'?"
"Oh, get real, Cliff."
--- Cheers

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