Martin: I never had a brother, but I had a partner once. He was my first, Mitch Gossett. Big bear of a guy, arms like tree-trunks. Mitch and I would go to ball games together, we'd play cards, and this was after work with eight hours together.
Frasier: Dad, that's all very nice.
Martin: Just listen to me. About three months into our partnership, Goss and I got assigned to a stakeout. Three days in the front seat of a Chevy Nova together. Sleeping sitting up, drinking too much coffee. It didn't take long before we started getting on each other's nerves.
Niles: Because he was a big, egotistical fat-face?
Martin: Because we were human. He didn't like this about me, I didn't like that about him, it got ugly. When the stakeout was over, Goss requested a transfer and that was fine by me. Three months later, he was stabbed after breaking up a bar fight. By the time I got to the hospital, it was too late. Take what you want from this story, guys. All I know is, it ain't worth it.