Frasier: You know, I haven't felt such an instant attraction to a woman in quite some time. Well, considering the difference in our backgrounds, it's really rather puzzling.
Niles: Oh, pish-tosh! It's painfully obvious what's attracting you, the gleam of her jackboots, her dangling nightstick, the glint of her handcuffs hanging on her leather belt. You're off on some lurid little disciplinary fantasy.
Daphne: Oh, Dr. Crane, shame on you. You got icing up and down your sleeve.
Niles: Oh. I am a naughty boy.
Daphne: Well, certainly a messy one.
Niles: But mainly a naughty one.