Frasier: Niles.
Niles: Good evening, Frasier. You left your Mont Blanc in my car, so I... Oh. I see cocktails. Hors d'oeuvres. Mingling. If I were the suspicious type, I'd say you were throwing a party to which I was not invited.
[Martin walks over to Niles with a tray of sausages]
Martin: Feel like a wiener, Niles?
Niles: Indeed I do.