Frasier: Now, look. You all know how I feel about you, and the only reason I'm leaving is because I want what all of you have now, a new chapter. Who knows if it'll even work out? But it's like that Tennyson poem Mom had us recite for you when we were kids. Do you remember?
Martin: I think we're about to.
Frasier: "It may be that the gulfs will wash us down,
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And though we are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are..."