Frasier: Oh, Niles, you're worrying over nothing. What kind of person judges you by the sort of car you drive?
Niles: Mitzie Gill.
Frasier: Oh yes, she might, she drives a Bentley.
Niles: She's parking on the corner, she'll see me!
[Niles brakes suddenly. He hits his head on the dashboard and falls down]
Martin: Is everyone all right?
Niles: Dad, come quickly, I need your help.
Martin: Oh, my God. What is it?
Niles: I need you to get up here and pretend this is your car.