Niles: It's the police. They want to talk to me.
Daphne: My God, why? They don't suspect you of anything, do they?
Niles: Oh, I don't think so. I don't think they could. They couldn't, could they? Dad?
Martin: Calm down. You had lunch with her today. They just want to know what you talked about.
Niles: Well, what did we talk about? What did we talk about? Uh, we-we discussed the upcoming women's arts festival and their tableau vivant. They're going to be re-enacting Schmitt's painting of "The Martyrdom of St. Ursula by Atila the Hun." Naturally, Maris will pose as the Hun. A tad dramatic for my taste, but nonetheless I told her I'd help out by lending her my antique crossbow to help complete the tragic scene on the Rhone. Of course, talk of the Rhone inevitably led to that wonderful anecdote about the Nazarene painters of Biddlespock Palace... [laughing]
Frasier: [laughing] Those beer-loving rascals. Tell it, Niles.