Martin: No, no, hey wait a little bit. Stick around. How'd you like a little clam chowder?
Niles: I'd love some.
Martin: [opening thermos] Okay. This is clam chowder!
Niles: Well, what'd you expect?
Martin: Irish whiskey. Your mother always filled it with coffee and Irish whiskey. We just called it clam chowder in front of you kids.
Niles: Is that why you got so mad that day I crumbled oyster crackers in your thermos?