Frasier: Look, I'm sorry I've bothered you. I really just came to offer my sympathies.
Mrs. Newman: Oh no, wait. Um, Dr. Crane? I listen to you all the time, and, well, maybe you can help me? What would you tell someone who called into the show and said they can't get over why someone died? I keep running this over and over in my mind, and I just can't understand how someone like Gary, who did everything right, can just die. I can't make any sense of it.
Frasier: Mrs. Newman, I- I know you'd like me to come up with some grand answer to this whole thing. But I, I don't have one. There are none. That someone who consumes nothing but cigarettes and cheeseburgers all his life can live to be eighty-three, and then someone takes care of himself can die at forty-one. It's unfair. Believe me, there's no explanation for it. Believe me, I've checked. But, I suppose the best we can do is live for the little joys and surprises that life affords us. You can't spend your life being obsessed with death.
Mrs. Newman: You're not Jewish, are you?
Frasier: No. No, I'm not.