Martin: Frasier, I want my Rudolph out for Christmas.
Frasier: What, this again?
Martin: It's just not Christmas without it.
Frasier: Dad, we had an agreement about the Christmas decorations this year.
Martin: Yeah, but your Christmas stinks. I mean, do you call that a tree?
Frasier: You know, would it kill you to have a tasteful Christmas just once in your life? Every year we do Christmas your way.
Martin: And you have things your way every damn day. I mean look at it, there's nothing of mine around this place except for my chair. And you've taken pot shots at that right from the start because it doesn't fit in with your frou-frou knick-knacks!
Frasier: Oh, that's right, Dad. o ahead, ridicule everything I do, the way I eat, the way I decorate. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?
Martin: Well, do you know how it makes me feel to live like a guest in my own home?
Frasier: Dad, I do everything I can to make you feel welcome in this house, but nothing I ever do is good enough.
Martin: You've got a strange way of making me feel welcome, taking Christmas away from me. The one time of the year when I get to do things my way. Like it used to be in our home, with your mother and when you were kids. You know, that's a nice memory for me, you'd think as a psychiatrist you'd figure that out.
Frasier: Oh, fine, now I'm not even a good psychiatrist. I guess I'm just a big fat let-down, aren't I?
Martin: And I'm just a burden to you. And I hate living here!
Frasier: And I hate you living here!
[They both start to weep as they realize what they just said]
Frasier: Oh my God.
Martin: Oh, Jeez.
Frasier: Oh God, I feel terrible.
Martin: So do I. They were hugging by now.
Frasier: We never should have tried this. We're not Jewish.
Martin: Maybe Mrs. Shapiro next door can talk us through it?
Frasier: She's out of town.
Martin: Oh, no! I'm sorry, I never should have said what I said.
Frasier: Oh, Dad, no, I should have been more sensitive. I am a psychiatrist.
Martin: And you're a damned good one, too, and I'm very proud of you.
Frasier: Really?
Martin: Yes.
Frasier: Oh, Dad, I didn't mean any of the things I said. I love having you here.
Martin: I love being here. I always have.
Frasier: Honestly?
Martin: Well, no, but I thought it would get us to the hug.
Frasier: All right, let's try.