Frasier: Sam! Sam! There's that word again. Quit. Do you realize that you keep saying it? Could you stop saying it you wanted to?
Sam: Frasier?
Frasier: Sam, I know a quiet, peaceful little place in the country. I could get you in for the weekend. Lovely grounds, nice food, dress is casual. In fact, your tie and belt will be confiscated.
Sam: Frasier, I'm not going to a hospital. I am not having any more sessions. We're through. That's it. Now get the hell out.
Frasier: Sam! We did it!
Sam: Did what?
Frasier: You're a whole person, Sam. Really, I mean that.
Sam: I am?
Frasier: You stood up to me and took control. You're no longer a man who needs to run away from problems, who needs to need to drink, or needs to spend his weekends at a hospital bombed on Thorazine. Goodbye, Sam. Be well.