Niles: Frasier, mind if I join you?
Frasier: Well, actually I'm not staying, I'm avoiding someone.
Niles: Oh, who?
Frasier: The new so-called arts critic at the station, Poppy.
Niles: Aha.
Frasier: The woman drives me mad. She gasses on endlessly about the most mundane matters. It's absolutely infuriating, as is that smirk of yours.
Niles: Well, I'm sorry if I've noticed that not a day goes by that you don't badmouth this woman.
Frasier: Well, with good reason. The woman is a windsock.
Niles: I'm wondering if someone isn't protesting a bit too much. She's very attractive, obviously well-bred. Perhaps all this "Pigtails and Inkwells" hostility is actually a latent attraction.
Frasier: Oh, bravo Dr. Crane! Yes, I think you're really on to something there.