Frasier: Now what are you doing?
Niles: I'm staving off chapping. It's very dry in here and I don't have any lip balm.
Frasier: I do. Switch seats with me.
Niles: My integrity is not for sale.
Frasier: Suit yourself. [starts to apply lip balm] Oh my, these rich, waxy emollients are delightfully soothing...
Niles: Oh, all right, you can have the seat.