Frasier: Clive. Coffee?
Clive: No, thank you. I really should be going.
Daphne: No, no, please. I know what you must think, but we're not what we seem.
Clive: You certainly aren't. Look, I know I'm a guest here, so I've kept silent so far. But I'm sorry, I must speak: you're the most appalling family I've ever met. You, breaking up with your wife over a pair of opera glasses. And you, looking down your nose at me the entire time you were showing off your "posh flat." Well, for your information, mate, I don't think there's anything remotely special about your bathrooms. And you two women, flirting shamelessly with me right in front of your husbands. You having just reconciled with Frasier, and you carrying Niles' baby. Well, I pity your child, Daphne. And I pity any good Manchester girl that comes here to this vile coffee-swilling Sodom and lets it change her like it's changed you.
Daphne: But I haven't changed. Really, we're not the awful people you think we are.
Frasier: No, the truth is we've been lying to you all night!
Daphne: Yes!
Clive: Well, I don't care to be lied to anymore. Goodbye Daphne, Maris, Dr. Crane, Dr. Crane. I'll never understand how two men like you could have been spawned from that sweet, courageous old astronaut.