Frasier Quote #267
Quote from Frasier in Give Him the Chair!
Frasier: Oh, well, what else can you do? You'll have to cancel the performance. Too bad. I'll just take this along with me.
Mrs. Warren: I can't cancel, I have three hundred parents in their cars already.
Frasier: Well, I'm sure somehow the American theatre will survive. You can't do the show without Dr. Armstrong, he's too important to the plot. I know, that's the part I played.
Mrs. Warren: You played Dr. Armstrong?
Frasier: Well, yes I- Oh, no, no, no, no. No, you're not thinking-
Mrs. Warren: How badly do you want your chair?
Frasier: I-I'm sorry, it's out of the question.
Mrs. Warren: You know, it would be a real shame if something- [She pulls on a strip of duct tape] ooh - happened to this chair.
Frasier: But it's been years. I hardly can remember any of the lines.
Mrs. Warren: Then you'll fit right in!
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‘Give Him the Chair!’ Quotes
Quote from Frasier
Frasier: Eddie? What is the matter with him?
Daphne: He saw your father's chair was gone, and he's afraid it means your father's gone too. I think he suspects foul play.
Frasier: [to Eddie] Oh, stop it! If I had stuck Dad's feet into a bucket of cement and thrown him into Puget Sound, you would have been the tiny little splash that followed him!
Quote from Niles
Niles: Originally, Dad needed it to bridge the transition from his old apartment to life here with you. But as with all transitional objects - be they a teddy bear, be they a thumb, be they a blankie, be they a chair-
Frasier: Stop saying "Be they!"
Quote from Martin
Frasier: Oh Dad, I don't know why you're carrying on this way. We are, after all, talking about a twenty-five year-old, broken-down chair. If you don't like this chair, I'll get you another one. Any chair you want.
Martin: Really? Okay, I'll tell you what chair I want. I want the chair I was sitting in when I watched Neil Armstrong take his first step on the moon. And when the U.S. hockey team beat the Russians in the '80 Olympics. I want the chair I was sitting in the night you called me to tell me I had a grandson. I want the chair I was in all those nights, when your mother used to wake me up with a kiss after I'd fallen asleep in front of the television. You know, I still fall asleep in it. And every once in a while, when I wake up, I still expect your mother to be there, ready to lead me off to bed. Oh, never mind. It's only a chair.