Frasier: There is no way that dog is moving in here with us.
Niles: Oh please, please. At least if she's here I'll be able to visit her. I cannot turn her over to strangers. She worships me.
Frasier: Oh, please. You must realize that dog has no genuine affection for you. You only pretend that she does because she's a canine substitute for Maris.
Niles: That is the most absurd psychobabble I have ever heard.
Frasier: She is highly strung, cold to the touch and ignores you. My God, stand her upright, take ten pounds off her, put her in a Chanel suit, what do you got?