Patrol Officer: According to her tracking device, your wife is in this vehicle.
Niles: But that's absurd.
Daphne: And she's his ex-wife.
Martin: Oh, no, the press is here.
Patrol Officer: Open the trunk, sir.
Niles: Look, look. Please, there's an item of a very personal nature in there, if you could just keep the media away...
Patrol Officer: Now!
Niles: See, see? No Maris. Oh, careful with that. That's what I didn't want you to-
[The patrolman pulls the cover off the painting.]
Martin: Oh, geez!
Patrol Officer: What the hell is that?
Niles: It's Pan, the satyr. A minor god of mischief, debauchery and fornication. [The patrolman looks disgusted.]
Daphne: That's what our son would look like if I were a goat.