Niles: You know, Dad, when Jim and I win our trophies, I'm going to give mine to you.
Martin: Thank you son. But I don't want you moping around here if your brother wins one and you don't.
Niles: Oh, please, Dad, I'm a little more mature than that.
Martin: No, you're not. It still bugs you that his name comes first alphabetically.
Niles: Well, that was your fault.