Niles: Switch seats with me.
Fan: Come on, hustle! Let's see a little ball movement!
Frasier: I'm going to say no.
Niles: Well, there's no way I'm enduring this for... however long this thing lasts. I know. Dad, Dad, I'm sorry, uh, my leg is getting a little stiff. Would you mind switching seats with me so I can stretch it out?
Martin: Oh, stiff leg, huh? Must have been that bullet you had pumped into you while stopping a robbery. Oh no, wait, that was me.