Frasier: What is with all this traffic? I tell you, don't these people have jobs? Some of us have a radio show to do.
Niles: Frasier, relax, you're not on for another hour and a half.
Frasier: [looking at the car clock] That can't be right. Oh, Dear God. My show's on in fifteen minutes.
Niles: I had no idea it was so late. You can just drop me out front. I'll get a cab home.
Frasier: I'm afraid I'll have to. Damn it! Dad did this. I tell you, he gets in here, he wants to hear his favorite radio station and starts pushing buttons like a lab rat on amphetamines.