Frasier: Bob, wait, please. I've got to level with you. Truth is, I find nothing wrong with you. I was just ashamed to admit it. It is the chair.
Bob: What?
Frasier: I think frankly that you are wonderful company. Wildly stimulating. Your hobbies are so fascinating. You have a sense of style that really, I mean, doesn't compare to anyone's. It's just me. I feel petty and small about it but I can't get past the chair. I'm sorry Bob. Please. I'm sorry. This is goodbye.