Niles: So where does that leave us?
Frasier: Well, let's see. We have a third-rate caterer with a record, two lushes, a couple who think we're both nutcases, an Argentine wild child and Roz. Dinner is served!
Niles: I still have one blackball left.
Frasier: At this point I don't think one is going to make any difference.
Niles: It will to me, I'm using it on myself. Blackball!