Frasier: How did this happen, Niles?
Niles: I was at a party thrown by the publisher, Olga Suerbread. The pretentious fop who had the job before me was there, too, spouting sheer drivel about Leonard Bernstein. Being polite I kept my tongue sheathed. Until he referred to Bernstein's conducting as "overrated."
Frasier: I assume you pounced?
Niles: Like a ninja! By the time I had finished with him, Olga could see I was a far better critic than that arrogant poseur.
Daphne: She fired him right there?
Niles: Well, he was leaving anyway for his junior year abroad.