Frasier: Dear God, the old flash-and-whine!
Niles: Yes, Dad found it.
Martin: Yeah, good thing, too. Hasn't failed me yet. Oh, except for that one Thanksgiving when the flash washed Lilith out so bad all you could see were her hair and eyes.
Frasier: That wasn't the camera's fault, Dad. That bloodless skin has confounded even the most experienced photographer.