(Niles and Frasier are less than impressed with dog psychiatrist Dr Shaw)
Dr Shaw: I always enjoy being in the company of colleagues.
Niles: I'm sorry. Did you say 'colleagues' or 'collies'?
Roz: When I die, I want it to be on my hundredth birthday in my beach house in Maui, and I want my husband to be so upset he has to drop out of college.
Daphne: If Eddie were one of the Beatles, I think he'd be George. I don't know why!
Niles: (discussing views of the afterlife) I've always been fascinated by the thought of meeting the great figures of history, but then I think, what if its just like high school and the really cool dead people still don't want to hang out with me. Oh Mozart, will tell me he's busy but then later I will see him out with Shakespeare and Lincoln.
Daphne: You know, I once had a psychic tell me the strangest thing. That one day I'd go off my rocker, take up a kitchen knife, kill the entire household and then kill myself. Silly old bag! She was right about my moving to Seattle, though.
(The family is trying to decide what to do about Eddie being so sad)
Daphne: You know, I've heard they have therapists for dogs. Do you suppose a dog psychiatrist could be the answer?
Frasier: Only if the question is, 'What is the most asinine thing we could possibly do?!'
(Played by Niles on Frasier's Piano) "Der Deitcher's Dog", better known as "Oh Where, Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone?" --in a minor key. The song is attributed to Semptimus Winnner (1827-1902)
(Dr. Shaw returns from Martin's bedroom after analyzing Eddie)
Dr. Shaw: I have my diagnosis.
Frasier: Finally, the white smoke.
Frasier is referring to the Papal Conclave, the process by which a new Pope is elected. Cardinals from all over the world are sequestered in the Sistine Chapel until they've elected a new Pope. If, after a ballot, there are insufficient votes for election, the ballots are burned with wet straw in a small stove and black smoke rises from a chimney where the assembled faithful can witness it. If, on the other hand, a new Pope is elected, the ballots are burned alone and white smoke rises from the chimney.
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