Robert Fraser's ghost: We have to find somewhere to live.
Benton Fraser: What do you mean, "we"?
Robert Fraser's ghost: That's a cruel joke, son. I've been thinking about an office. I think I need an office.
Benton Fraser: What the hell would you do with an office?
Robert Fraser's ghost: Office work, memoirs, catch up on my taxes. . .
Benton Fraser: You've been dead for two years.
Robert Fraser's ghost: Oh, they find you, son. They find you.