Frasier: Daphne, uh, you can't go. You have to stay. I've only just recently realized how important you are
to us. See, if you go, Dad and I will kill each other. I'm not just tossing out hyperbole here. I'm speaking in the
most literal sense. Dad and I, both dead. Only he'll be lying there with a bacteria-ridden sponge protruding from his mouth like a bloated tongue. You don't really want that on your conscience, do you?