Niles: All right, all right. We have to hide it!
Frasier: No, Niles, you can't hide it. They're U.S. Customs. That's what they do! They find things on ships!
Niles: All right. I know one way to get rid of it. [takes out his little spoon and starts eating]
Frasier: Can I get you a toast point? Oh, here, for God's sakes! [scooping caviar into his mouth]