Frasier: That is why, Sandra, that your marriage is doomed.
Sandra (On phone) “But i’m not marri..
Frasier: Oh, go and be sick on a wig. I’m getting outta here. Got me a packet of crisps and a dog burger to stick the fuck in my mouth.
Roz: Er…Doctor Crane. We still have forty minutes of the show left.
Frasier: Play the best of Crane and put a fucking stick in my seat, Clitwars. I’m off to knock one out in a shop doorway.
Frasier: Yeah, alright Bulldog? How’s being a priapic cunt working out for you, eh?
Bulldog: Jeeze doc, you’re different these days.
Frasier: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am as smart as a tree with tits. An afternoon drinking piss. Fuck off.
Frasier: JESUS. Nice to be back, Jack, time to hit the sack and beat my cock off. By that I mean masturbate to pictures of sewage.
Martin: Hey Frase.
Frasier: Oh yes. You. Pater, how are you then? Still decomposing in your rancid chair? Where’s your shit dog then?
Martin: Eddie is piping a hot fecal coil out on your bed. I fed him duck pate. It’s going to stink.
Frasier: YOU GREY FUCK. (Frasier punches his groin and grits his teeth. His father looks ahead into nothing.)