Niles: Well, Dad was right. They are my real friends. It was all just a misunderstanding. Apparently, the social chairman's dog ate my invitation. And the poor animal had to go to the vet and with all the confusion they forgot to send me another. And, when I offered my new address for next year's party, they said, "No need. We'll see you around."
Martin: I'm going to start wearing sweat pants. That damned drier again. Hey, you guys want some cookies? They're reduced fat.
Frasier: Really? That means we can eat twice as many.