Bulldog: Hey, Miles, baby!
Niles: Good evening, Mr. Briscoe. May I help you?
Bulldog: Does it look like I need help tonight?
Niles: Do you have a reservation?
Bulldog: Okay, okay, I know what you're sniffing around for. These guys are all alike. Mr. Lincoln wonders if you've got a table for the Bulldog and his lady.
Niles: Well, Mr. Lincoln's in luck. Please, seat these people in "The Enchanted Grotto."
Frasier: Niles, the Grotto? Oh, Bulldog, enjoy our finest table.