(Frasier is in the kitchen, trying to eat a stale roll using only his mouth, no hands. His father walks in, to find Frasier spitting crumbs at the floor and red eyed. Frasier spins round.)
Martin: Wh….what are you doing son?
Frasier: FUCK. Don’t sneak up on me while I’m trying to eat a stale roll, you grey cunt. I’m crumbing it up here.
Martin. Son…don’t you think you should seek help? You haven’t been the same since you moved back to Boston after series eleven finished..
Martin: Nothing. Look, here’s Eddie. I brought him to visit you. Thought you could do with a fri…
Frasier: OH FUCK’S SAKE, PISS OFF THE CUNT.
(Frasier hurls the roll at Eddie, and clutches his face, digging the nails in slightly…)
Martin: Son…god, please…
Frasier: Take the dog, take the cane, and FUCK OFF OUT OF IT.
(Frasier gets out another roll, puts it on the counter and headbutts it. He then stares at his dad seething through gritted teeth and breathing fast. His father backs out of the room slowly, carrying Eddie.)