Frasier: Long story short, you see, I attended an art opening and a luncheon on Saturday, and even though I left the luncheon early the traffic on the way to the convention was just awful and by the time I got there, Mr. Bakula and all the others had gone.
Noel: (deeply distressed) No...! You made a promise and you welshed on it! Why'd you do it, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: It's not really such a big deal is it, Noel?
Noel: It's a huge deal! Who knows when I'll get to see Scott Bakula again? I'll be the laughingstock of my clan!
Frasier: Noel, try to remem... clan? No, never mind, never mind! Noel, surely you realize that Star Trek is just a TV show.
Noel: So was Brideshead Revisited!
Frasier: (furious, then) You're angry, so I'm going to ignore that. But with all due respect, Noel, perhaps weaning yourself off science fiction might be the first step toward achieving a genuine, meaningful, grownup person's life! (realizing his voice has risen) Just a friendly suggestion.
Noel: You're right. You did your best and that's good enough for me.
Frasier: Thank you, Noel. So, you'll still be my tutor?
Frasier: Good man. Thank you. (tapping his shoulder) I'll see you tomorrow.
Noel: (menacingly) Oh, yes, you will see me tomorrow. And by the rings of Septaurus Five you will pay, Dr. Crane. You... (he stops as Kenny walks by) Oh hi, Kenny! ...will pay!