Frasier: Well, this has been a bad day. Bad week. Bad month. This time of the year is murder on the psychiatric profession.
Diane: Well, just sit down and relax.
Frasier: Scotch, Sam.
Sam: You have problems there, Frase?
Frasier: Oh, it's all the neuroses I face every day in and day out. It just can't help but have a negative effect on me.
Sam: Well, why don't you just do what I did? Throw her clothes in the hallway and lock the door.