Sam: Let me get this over with. Uh, I asked her. She said no. End of bulletin.
[As Sam turns around to hang up his coat, Carla and Frasier do a happy dance.]
Carla: Sorry, Sam. I feel like dirt.
Sam: I'm fine, everybody. I just don't want to talk about it, that's all. [to Frasier] Can I talk to you just for a minute?
Frasier: Sure, Sam. What can I do you for?
Sam: Well I'm kind of worried that Diane may get hurt.
Frasier: My God, Sam, that is very noble of you.
Sam: No, I- I mean that I- I had a dream last night that I killed her and-and-and-and it felt really good. Does this mean I'm- I'm crazy or?
Frasier: No, no, of course not. It's very normal for most sane people to entertain insane impulses sometimes, and it's very natural to want to hurt someone that's rejected you. Well, for example... Well, there's me. But I can't tell you how many times I felt my own hands around her windpipe, strangling her, fingers tightening cartilage snapping! And, uh, I'm a respected psychiatrist.