Frasier Quote #372
Quote from Frasier in Two Girls for Every Boyd
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!
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‘Two Girls for Every Boyd’ Quotes
Quote from Carla
Carla: Yeah, I got to hand it to you guys: You are good. Not in the ballpark of Nick Tortelli, though.
Norm: Yeah?
Carla: Now, that was a hairy man. Yeah, you know, the first time I saw him naked, I couldn't even tell he was naked. But then who would've expected it at a Bob's Big Boy?
Quote from Frasier
Frasier: Sam? Sam, get this. Who do you think I look like with my beard this way?
Sam: Oh. Well, that's easy. You look like that little guy on the cans of deviled ham.
Frasier: No, no. Sigmund Freud, the father of modern psychoanalysis and one of the greatest minds of the 20th century.
Sam: He gave all that up to sell deviled ham?
Frasier: The man had to live. You know, lately, when I'm in my office taking notes about some patient who's pouring his guts out, I imagine I'm Dr. Freud and I'm back in Vienna, hobnobbing with the great minds of the era, exchanging quips with Jung, developing the original theories of psychoanalysis. Before I know it, the hour's up. I've discovered I haven't even listened to a single thing the patient's been saying. It makes a nice change.
Quote from Norm
Norm: [enters] Evening, everybody.
All: Norm!
Sam: What can I get you, Norm?
Norm: Got any flea powder? No. Just kidding. Actually, give me a beer. I think I'll drown the little suckers.