Niles: Well, clearly it troubled you. It might help you to discuss it. You know how I enjoy interpreting dreams.
Frasier: Mmm. Well, all right, uh... [clears throat] it took place in this very kitchen, and... I was married to Daphne and we were expecting a baby, and, uh, you were dead, and I killed you.
Niles: Well, I can see how that might disturb you.
Frasier: Indeed.
Niles: A man of your intellect having such an obvious dream.
Frasier: I beg your pardon?
Niles: Oh, come on. You're lonely, and you envy what I have. I was just hoping for something more complex, you know, a stairway leading nowhere or Mom giving you a physical.
Frasier: Well, there were many other perplexing details that I left out. For instance, uh, well, there was um... a wheat thresher and some sausage patties. And Eddie was dead, too.
Niles: Ah, well, there's a real head-scratcher.
Frasier: Well, thank you for your exhaustive analysis, Dr. Crane. Perhaps you should relocate your offices to a drive-thru so your patients could speak into a clown's nose.