Frasier: Good man, Wood. After all, being a proud member of the theater world is nothing to be ashamed of.
Carla: How would you know?
Frasier: Back in my university days, I once trod the boards, most memorably as man number two in our production of Can-Can.
Woody: I didn't know that, Dr. Crane.
Frasier: Oh, yes. It was the only time I seriously considered giving up psychology for the arts, but I couldn't disappoint my Father. No, sir, not him. I remember opening night. I stared breathlessly out from behind the curtain to see if he'd taken the seat I'd left for him. But he was too busy with his experiments to show up. Always involved with those damned experiments.
Norm: Your dad was a scientist, huh?
Frasier: No. He was a white rat. Of course he was a scientist, you nit! You see, my father wanted me to go into psychology... He insisted on it. At the time, I hated him for it. Then he died before I had a chance to realize that he was right, and I never got to tell him. It's funny, isn't it?
Woody: [laughs] That's a good one, all right, Dr. Crane!
Frasier: Woody... I meant "funny" in a sad, ironic way.
Woody: Ha! I know! Those kill me!