Frasier: My car was stolen.
Martin: You're kidding.
Frasier: Yes, once again, I fell victim to a master criminal.
Martin: How'd they do it? Hot-wire it? Boy, you know, those guys got fingers like concert pianists.
Frasier: No. He had the key.
Martin: Oh, a real pro, huh? He made a wax impression and then had a duplicate key made?
Frasier: No. It was the same miscreant who stole my briefcase. He used the spare set that was inside.
Martin: What? He tailed you for a few days, learned your routine, so he'd know where to find the car?
Frasier: Not exactly. He called the station and we agreed to meet.
Martin: What for?
Niles: Low-fat lattes and biscotti.