Frasier: Geez, Norm, I-I look at you and I see a man at a crossroads. This may be your very first brush with mortality, with the temporal nature of things. You may feel futile now, but there are ways to combat that.
Norm: Yeah? How?
Frasier: Well, by guaranteeing your own immortality. By leaving your mark on the world.
Carla: He always leaves two dents on the stool.
Frasier: Carla, please.
Carla: Well, he does! Big ones, too! When he goes home at night, this stool looks like it has a Mohawk!
Frasier: Look, I was hoping for something a little more life-affirming, thank you!