Frasier: Well, how was Paris?
Lilith: It was thrilling. The City of Light. Here.
Frasier: Ooh, what's this?
Lilith: A souvenir. I'm tired of your pinstripe boxers. They're dull, unimaginative and bourgeois.
Frasier: Well, they always speak very highly of you. [opens box] An eye patch.
Lilith: No, you ninny, it's French underwear.
Cliff: [chortling] It doesn't leave, uh, much to the imagination, there: [chuckling] does it, Fras? Not that I was imagining anything.
Lilith: They're all the rage in Paris. They sell them everywhere. I bought these at the Louvre.