Frasier: Dear God. We are the Collyer brothers. Why don't we just face the inevitable. Let's just cancel the whole damn thing.
Niles: Of course, canceling the party twenty minutes later people'll think we're strange.
Frasier: Well, frankly, I'm sick and tired about giving a damn about what other people think. You know, most of them are one marble away from not being here in the first place.
Niles: You're right. So we spend a lot of time together, so what? I enjoy it.
Frasier: So do I, Niles. You know, we can make those calls tomorrow to cancel. I'm famished. Why don't we just head over to Campagne for dinner, my treat.
Niles: You're on. Unless you think it's too odd to have dinner together.
Frasier: [laughs] Oh, I don't think we're in any danger of that. If our relationship became truly odd, I think we're both intelligent enough to recognize the signs.
[Frasier's doorbell rings. He opens the door, but there's nobody there]
Frasier: I think I'll pass on dinner.
Niles: Okay, good night.