Niles: Frasier, you know, I think you're dealing with the loss of your job as many people do with a death. Only you've got yourself stalled in depression, and I think you're going to stay there until you let yourself grieve. For everything you've lost. Your job, your friends, the money, your reputation.
Roz: You've got to let it out, Frasier.
Frasier: Well, I thank you all very much for your concern, but you know what, if I was repressing anything... [Frasier struggles to get up from Martin's chair. Niles and Martin help him up.] I would certainly know it. The only thing that I need to let out is these so-called big-and-tall lounge pants.