Martin: Hey, where did Maris go?
Father Mike: Well, I believe Mrs. Crane is over there.
Niles: Where? Oh, bless her busy little heart, she's cornered Lydia Beaumont, head of the museum board. Maris has been angling to get on that board for years.
Martin: It looks like Lydia's getting away.
Niles: Oh, yes, the old freshen-the-drink ploy. Poor Lydia has no idea with whom she's dealing. That's right, Maris, chug that sherry. On with the chase! Yes, there she goes, she's gaining, she's gaining, she's coming round the ice sculpture. It's Mrs. Beaumont and Maris, Mrs. Beaumont and Maris, and... Yes! They meet again!
[The table starts applauding]
Niles: I fully expect they'll be board mates before they clear away the desserts.