Frasier: Niles, I can't help noticing that your child has a little boo-boo.
Niles: Oh, it's nothing. I was playing him some Brahms the other day. Never too early to ingrain them. I guess I must have begun conducting with one of the gilded chopsticks Maris wears in her bun and I accidentally ran him through.
Frasier: What young parent doesn't tell that story?
Niles: The scuffs were just plain carelessness. It was the fault of my new houseman, Ngee.
Frasier: What did Ghee do?
Niles: No, it's Ngee.
Frasier: Ghee.
Niles: No, no. With the back of the throat, Ngee.
Frasier: Oh, who cares. What did he do?
Niles: Well, he had just given my car the most brilliant shine when I sat the baby on the roof and down it went, down the windshield and onto the driveway.