Frasier1993

Bulldog:
[Frasier is trying to snap Bulldog out of it] Doc, Doc, you're hurting my head here. Can you stop being a shrink and just be like a guy?

Frasier:
[to himself] Like a guy. Like a guy. [pauses] SCREW HER!

Bulldog:
What?

Frasier:
[angrily] Yeah, you don't need her. She's trash!

Bulldog:
Yeah, that's right.

Frasier:
You're better off without her; We both are!

Bulldog:
I like the sound of this.

Frasier:
Yeah, so do I! Unattractive, yet liberating, rather like the one and only time I wore a European bathing suit. [realizing he's going off-track] I'm sorry. SHE'S A B*TCH!

Bulldog:
Hey, she wasn't even that hot!

Frasier:
You're right. All she did was save you the trouble of having to dump her!

Bulldog:
[cheering up] I never thought about that.

Frasier:
There you go!

Bulldog:
I'm feeling a little better, Doc!

Frasier:
That's right!

Bulldog:
Thanks. It's great talking to you! [holds out his hand]

Frasier:
[shaking his hand] Likewise. You know, I could talk like this for another thirty seconds.

Frasier:
[walking back in the booth with Bulldog] She was nothing! She was less than nothing! Tomorrow you're gonna find someone even hotter and you know what you're gonna do?

Bulldog:
What?

Frasier:
You're gonna have your fun with her and then you're gonna dump her just for the hell of it!

Bulldog:
Yeah, dump her!

Frasier:
And you know what? You're not gonna feel bad about it at all. You know why? Because we're GUYS and THAT'S WHAT GUYS DO! [walks out of booth]

Niles:
[in corridor] Distressing news, Frasier. Francois gave away our table.

Frasier:
SCREW HIM!

Niles:
[shocked] Excuse me?

Frasier:
You heard what I said! We don't need him or his stinky little restaurant! There are plenty of restaurants in town. I say we go somewhere we don't even need a reservation! [Niles slaps him, snapping him out of his Bulldog mode] Thank you.