Lilith: Frasier, do something.
Frasier: Well, my love, let's... Let's try to use some insight into what Sam's going through. His affection for Frederick is not unusual under the circumstances. After all, he's an aging playboy who is just now coming to realize that he has nothing, and that he's got no progeny left to carry on his name. And that is a frightening revelation for any man.
Lilith: Frasier, it's 5:55 in the morning.
Frasier: The heave-ho.