Niles: You know Brewster Cale? The pompous twit who is the president of our wine club? Well, at our meeting the other night I convinced some of my fellow psychiatrists to play a little prank on him. When he thought he was tasting the Chateau Petrus, he was in fact sipping a Forcas Dupres. You see, we'd switched the labels.
Frasier: What scamps you are!
Niles: Well- Well, there he was, proclaiming the Petrus to be the superior wine and of course none of us could contain our laughter.
Frasier: His face must have turned redder than a "Piechoné Logeavie."
Niles: Well of course, as so often happens, rough house turns to tears. At the end of the evening, Brewster tended his resignation.
Frasier: That must have put a damper on the evening.
Niles: Well, not really. I'm the new president.