Niles: Distressing news, Frasier. Francois gave away our table.
Frasier: Screw him!
Niles: Excuse me?
Frasier: You heard what I said! We don't need him or his stinky little restaurant! There are plenty of restaurants in town! I say we go somewhere we don't even need a reservation!
[Niles slaps Frasier across the face]
Frasier: Thank you, Niles.
Niles: You're welcome.
Frasier: Yes, you know, if we hasten, perhaps we can catch the first seating at Le Cigar Volant.