Frasier: You and I have to broaden Dad's horizons, show him the world that he's only read about in TV Guide.
Niles: How about an evening of fine dining?
Frasier: Perfect. But where?
Both: Le Cigare Volant!
Niles: But can we really get in? I've been trying for months.
Frasier: Oh, please, Niles. You're forgetting the cachet my name carries in this town.
Niles: Actually, I'm not. If the maitre d' happens to be a housewife, we're in.
Frasier: Niles, you are so mean.