Frasier: Yeah, and that Benny, is why your marriage is doomed. THANKS FOR THE CALL.
Benny: But Doctor Crane, I called you for help.
Frasier: You want help, shit all over my cock and slit open a football. FUCK OFF.
Frasier: Cunt. What are you looking at slutlips? (To Roz. Gets up and presses his face up against the glass, yelling “SMEAR MY BLOOD AND BAKE MY SHIT” through it.)
Roz: We’re off the air. What the hell has happened to you, Frasier? You’ve gone insane.
Frasier: I haven’t gone insane, clitshits. I am more cranium than ever. A smothering block of brilliance. I am the wank that you have to thank, you plank. Stick it in your mouth, Alf.
Roz: See you tomorrow.
Frasier: YEAH. Alright Bulldog?
Bulldog: Hey Doc. You heard the Sonics game? What a crock, total BS.
Frasier: Fuck them. I’ve got a ballgame for you. It’s called DEFLATE MY SCROTUM. Now FUCK OFF. I’m shrieking all over my penis and spunking one up for Jesus.
Bulldog: You’re masturbating?
Frasier: No. I’M WRITING A PIECE ON DELUSION. Of course I am fucking masturbating. My penis is already out.
(Bulldog Leaves.) Frasier shakes and sweats, yanking himself to a disasterous orgasm. Fade to a silent end.