Frasier1993

[speeches at Cliff's retirement party]

Carla:
I'd like to say that I'll miss you... but it sticks in my throat like your rotten deviled eggs. I hate your guts! The way you talk and talk and talk about nothing. The way you walk, your stupid white socks...

Frasier:
Carla!

Carla:
Back off, I'm toasting! The 20 years I have known you would have been less painful if I were covered with open sores and thrown into a pit with a bunch of diseased rats! But now, finally you're leaving! I know I am not as young as I used to be, but I can live again! I can live again! Finally, I can live!

[she laughs maniacally, then subsides as she notices everyone staring at her]

Carla:
Anyway, God bless.