Frasier: You know something, chaps, I had a particularly fascinating session this morning. [silence] No, honestly. Someone I was seeing for the first time. Extraordinarily beautiful, young woman, who's uh, rather unique malaise is to be aroused with sexual frenzy by... Oh, good Lord. Excuse me. I don't really think I should be discussing my patients here. [everyone follows Frasier]
Sam: Uh, how about discussing them over here?
Frasier: Well, I suppose it wouldn't violate any doctor-patient confidentiality if I don't use names. Pour the beer, Woody.
Woody: I thought you weren't going to use any names, Dr. Crane.
Sam: Woody.
Frasier: Well, it seems this woman has her passions inflamed by men who dance.
Sam: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Men who dance? That's weird.
Frasier: What's even more bizarre, is that she will catapult herself compulsively into the arms of any man in tights or tap shoes. Fascinating fixation.
Sam: Huh.
Frasier: Ooh, geez. I've got to go. I'm sorry.
Sam: Where you going?
Frasier: My ballet class. No, no, lunch, lunch. That was a little psychological humor. You know, as my old professor used to say, if you can't laugh at your patients, what fun are they? See you later.