Niles: Frasier is going to kill us. Oh, why did you have to look so damned bewitching all evening?
Lilith: Why did you have to drive me home and walk me to my door?
Niles: Oh, there's no point pointing fingers. We both know why this happened. Last night was simply two wounded people overcome with loneliness, confusion and...
Lilith: Tequila shooters.