Frasier: Hello, Ethan. I'm listening.
Ethan: "Hi, Dr. Crane."
Frasier: How old are you?
Ethan: "I'm thirteen."
Frasier: Ah well, what can I do for you?
Ethan: "Well, I'm having a lot of problems with the other kids at school. They're always beating me up."
Frasier: Why do you think that's so?
Ethan: "Probably because I'm smart. I have a 160 IQ. I'm in the astronomy club and I hate sports."
Frasier: Well, Ethan, you know, the other children are just acting out of jealousy and immaturity, and I know it doesn't help much right now, but the day will come in the next few years when you will have the last laugh.
Ethan: "That's it?"
Frasier: Yes.
Ethan: "Frankly, Dr. Crane, I find that advice patronizing, simplistic and, in all candor, uninspired. The real surprise here is that they pay you to dole out this balloon juice."
Frasier: Ethan, where are you calling from?
Ethan: "Home."
Frasier: Well, if any of Ethan's classmates are listening, you know where he is, and he can't stay in there forever. Thank you for your call.