Frasier: I can suggest certain visualization techniques...
Dr. Tewksbury: He knows them already.
Frasier: Look, if he knows all this, then why is he calling?
Dr. Tewksbury: He told you. Because he's empty. Keep going.
Frasier: Sometimes it helps to write yourself a letter...
Dr. Tewksbury: He's already got himself on the phone.
Frasier: But I don't know what he wants!
Dr. Tewksbury: Then why do you keep trying to bury him in psychiatric exercises?
Frasier: Because that's all I have!
[Frasier and Dr. Tewksbury share a knowing look]
Frasier: I'm sorry, caller, I can't help you.

Roz: Hey, Gil. So, where is that elusive wife of yours?
Gil: If you must know, Deb's on maneuvers with her reserve unit.

Dr. Tewksbury: [on the phone] Yes, dear, I know we have reservations but one of my former students is having a minor crisis. I'll be there in half an hour.
Frasier: [shouting out the window] What does it all mean?
Dr. Tewksbury: [on the phone] Make it an hour.

Roz: I haven't seen Daphne in a while. Is it my imagination...?
Martin: No. Six squares a day.
Roz: That's not like her. Maybe she's depressed. That's when I eat. Did you say anything to her?
Martin: Nope. Timing is very delicate in something like this, Roz. I figured I'd wait until after she's too big to catch me but before she needs the motorized scooter.

Dr. Tewksbury: So, you were drawn to psychiatry not because you like to help people, but because you feared them.
Frasier: I feared them?
Dr. Tewksbury: Psychiatry gives you objectivity. Objectivity gives you emotional distance. Distance makes you feel safe.
Frasier: Yes, yes, granted. But what does that got to do with me?
Dr. Tewksbury: How's your practice?
Frasier: I don't have a practice, I have a radio show.
Dr. Tewksbury: Distance. Any children?
Frasier: Yes, I have a wonderful son with whom I'm very close.
Dr. Tewksbury: You live with him?
Frasier: He lives in Boston.
Dr. Tewksbury: Distance. With your wife.
Frasier: My ex-wife. Yes, I know, distance.
Dr. Tewksbury: Wasn't she a psychiatrist?
Frasier: Yes, she was. She happens to be a damn good one, too.
Dr. Tewksbury: Well, that's a handy choice for someone who'd rather share ideas than emotions.
Frasier: Have you ever met Lilith?
Dr. Tewksbury: No.
Frasier: Well, she happens to be a very warm and loving woman!

Dr. Tewksbury: Have you had any other meaningful relationships since then?
Frasier: As a matter of fact, I- What is your point?
Dr. Tewksbury: My point is that at the age of eight, at eight, you began to use psychiatry as a way to deal with a world that scared you to death. And this lifetime achievement award has made you realize that your career is finite and once it's gone, all you'll have left is that frightened eight-year-old boy.
[Frasier takes a moment to let this soak in.]
Frasier: Oh.
[Frasier stands up and grabs his coat.]
Frasier: Would you like to hear my theory? You have no idea what you're talking about. I am not an eight-year-old. [opening the door] And you know something else? You're not my mentor any more!

Dr. Tewksbury: As you know, men in our society commonly define themselves by their careers.
Frasier: Yes, I'll cop to that. In fact, there's nothing I'm more proud of than my career. It's because I love to help people, I always have.
Dr. Tewksbury: All right, refresh my memory. Wasn't it your mother who first sparked your interest in psychiatry?
Frasier: Yes, it was. I remember the exact day. I was eight. I'd come home crying because one of the older boys had thrown my copy of "The Fountainhead" under a bus. My mother explained to me it wasn't because he didn't like the way I walked or because I wore an ascot to school. It was because he didn't like himself. And at that very moment, I became a student of human behavior. It was as if someone had given me an instruction manual explaining why people acted the way they did.
Dr. Tewksbury: Not to mention a way to distance yourself from painful emotions.
Frasier: Oh, totally. I took a lot of grief for that ascot.

Frasier: When I was a boy, my parents told me to reach for the stars. Sadly, I later learned that stars are just massive fiery balls of gas, which, were I to reach one, would vaporize me instantly. But tonight, with the Stephen R. Shafer Lifetime Achievement Award, you tell me that I have reached you. And you, ladies and gentlemen, are my stars. [to Eddie] And that's where you would applaud.
[Eddie yawns before running off to the bedroom]

Frasier: Dad, what do you make of this? [reading card] "Congratulations, Frasier. You must be very proud."
Martin: Well, I'd say he's happy for you. Of course, I was a detective, so it comes easy to me.

Frasier: You know, Dad, I'm gonna head over to the SeaBeas a little early. I'll see you there.
Martin: Why?
Frasier: Well, I thought I should... familiarize myself with the dais.
Martin: Frasier, it's just a note.
Frasier: I know, Dad.
Martin: It doesn't mean anything.
Frasier: I know, Dad.
Martin: Say "Hi" to Dr. Tewksbury for me.
Frasier: I will, Dad.