Frasier: Niles, do you mind? It's impossible to have a private conversation with you constantly eavesdropping.
Niles: I don't know what you two are talking about, but I resent the implication that I have nothing better to do than to spy on you like a nosy teenager. I came in for a corkscrew.
Frasier: Oh, Niles, I'm sorry.
[Niles returns to the living room]
Niles: All I could get was that she hasn't told the father yet.