Frasier: Put a bullet in my head.
Martin: What's going on?
Frasier: My God. I have absolutely nothing in common with this man, except things that happened ten years ago.
Martin: But I thought you had a fun time last night.
Frasier: Oh well, yes. And we had exactly the same time this afternoon, and it wasn't nearly as fun. The same stories, and variations thereof, being forced to laugh over and over. I swear, if I never get another shoulder noogie I will die a happy man.
Martin: Oh, don't feel bad. You've been a good friend and you've shown him a nice time, and now all that's left is for you to go in there and tell him goodbye.
Frasier: Yes, I guess when all this is over I'll have learned a very valuable lesson. Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. You have to know when to say "When." The past is just that, the past. You can never go home again. Less is more.
Martin: Wish you had started with that last one.