Niles: Or maybe Dad was telling the truth and she just wasn't hit type. If only we knew someone who was. I know! Maris's lovely Aunt Patrice is in town visiting from Washington D.C. Maybe we should set Dad up with her?
Frasier: Niles. Niles, I've met Aunt Patrice. The woman is a loon.
Niles: Frasier, do this for me. Every time Aunt Patrice comes to visit, Maris makes all these plans and then she dives under the duvet with a two-week migraine, and I'm left holding the bag, literally and figuratively.