Frasier: You know, Dad, I was just struck by one of life's little ironies. I remember you taking me to the doctor, and now here I am taking you.
Martin: Yeah. I remember when I took you for your first tetanus shot, you were about five or six.
Frasier: Oh boy, was I scared. I remember you holding my hand.
Martin: Yeah. Bent over that table, dropped your little drawers. When the nurse gave you the shot, you took your mind off it by reciting the names of all of Puccini's operas. Right then, I knew you'd never be a cop.