Frasier: Look, why don't we just change the subject from Dad, and talk about something else.
Niles: Absolutely. Pick a new topic. Something light and frothy.
Frasier: I agree. ... Are you in love with Daphne? [Niles spits his drink out] That's a little frothier than I had in mind.
Niles: That preposterous! I refuse to dignify that question with an answer. [Frasier stares at him] I don't know. There, I said it. There, are you happy? Oh, why did you have to hire Venus herself? Couldn't you have found some beefy, East-European scrub woman who reeked of ammonia?
Frasier: Well, I asked, but it was an Olympic year. The agency was fresh out.