Niles: Where's this table?
Waitress: One hundred five. That's the technical awards. Just go down to the basement, cross through the kitchen to the hall, and ask for the Napoleon Room.
Niles: Oh, the Napoleon Room, that sounds charming.
Waitress: We call it that because the ceilings are so low.
Daphne: Shame. Now you won't get to see your brother host or hear all the little jokes he's written.
Niles: [laughing] Thank you, Daphne, I needed some cheering up.