Martin: Hey, Lilith. Sorry for the hold-up, but Frasier should be back from the dentist any minute.
Lilith: Oh, all right. That'll give us a chance to visit. [long silence] Daphne, Niles, congratulations on the successful commingling of your genetic material.
Daphne: Thank you.
Lilith: Do you know the sex?
Niles: Do we? That's how we got pregnant!