Due South

Fraser:
Drive, quick! Before he comes back!

Vecchio:
Who?

Fraser:
My father. Drive. Go!

Vecchio:
Fraser, your father's dead!

Fraser:
I know, and I don't mean to speak ill of him, it's just he's driving me nuts.

Vecchio:
Your father.

Fraser:
He's not really here. I know that. It's all in my mind. It's just he refuses to stay there, or rather, he refuses to leave there. I don't really understand it, but I'll tell you, it's beginning to wear a little thin! I mean, does he think I'm completely ignorant? The next thing he's going to do, he's going to try to show me how to light a fire! You know, Ray, I've got half a mind just to tell him to pack up and move out?

Vecchio:
Of your mind.

Fraser:
Yes.

Fraser Sr.:
Hello, son.

Fraser:
Oh, god, he's back.