Roz: What, you don't talk to your dad like that?
Frasier: Hardly. We hardly speak at all.
Roz: Really?
Frasier: Well, you know, we're not really very similar people. In fact, my brother and I are a lot more like my mother. You know, if it wasn't biologically impossible, I'd swear that Dad was dropped in a basket on our doorstep.