Lilith: Frasier, for the last time, are you going to accompany me and Frederick to my great-uncle's birthday celebration or not?
Frasier: Lilith, the man is going to be 98. He won't know whether I'm there or not. You could introduce him to a chair. You'd get the same dim flicker of recognition.
Lilith: Frasier, that is unkind. My uncle has all his faculties intact.
Frasier: Yes. Which explains why whenever he sees me he calls me "Colonel" and breaks into a rousing chorus of "Over There."