Justin: Are you okay?
Frasier: Yes. I suppose I'm just having a bit of a temper tantrum, that's all.
Justin: Yeah, I get those too. [Frasier chuckles.] Well, I'm going home. See you later.
Frasier: Yup, see you later. Say, you know, maybe I'll go home too. If your brother doesn't give back your candy, you can always come trick-or-treating at my apartment. I got bags of the stuff. You can have all you want.
Justin: Really? Awesome.
Frasier: Apartment 1901.
Justin: 1901? You're the guy who eats brains.
Frasier: Now, come on. If I really ate brains, children would be disappearing from the building all the time. You haven't noticed anything like that, have you?
Justin: No.
Frasier: That's because I don't eat brains. Not human brains, anyway. A nice fresh order of calf's brains in a beurre noir sauce, now that would be... I don't eat brains.