Martin: So, uh, what do you think of Rodney?
Niles: Bit of a pretentious fop, wouldn't you say?
Martin: He doesn't, uh, remind you of anyone?
Niles: Remind me of anyone...
[Rodney enters the kitchen]
Rodney: So sorry, but about my coffee? I neglected to mention that I like my milk steamed, with just a dollop of foam, such as might give the impression of a cumulus cloud reflected in a still pond.
Niles: Consider it done.
[Rodney leaves]
Niles: I want to kill myself.