Carla: Hey, white-bread. What could possibly be wrong on this most wonderful of nights?
Niles: Oh, no offense, it's just we had reservations at one of the finest restaurants in Boston. Instead we're eating trail mix and drinking this... Oh, dear God, it's just labeled "Wine".
Carla: Hey, Norm, doesn't he remind you of Frasier? Say "indubitably".
Niles: Must I?
Norm: It's uncanny.