Niles: Oh, you know what? You have got to get the John Dory.
Daphne: No, it can't be any better than this halibut.
Martin: No, don't listen to them. These soft-shelled crabs are melting in my mouth.
Waiter: I'm sorry, sir, but we're out of all three.
Frasier: Wonderful. Well, what fish do you have?
Waiter: We make a decent swordfish.
Frasier: "Decent"? That's what I traveled four thousand miles for? "Decent"? You should put that on your menu: Home of the Decent...