Frasier: Niles, we're playing squash in twenty minutes. Where are your togs?
Niles: Oh, yes, I had to hide them in my briefcase. I told Daphne I was seeing patients all day. It was the only way I could get out of driving her to this flower show. It's two hours there and back.
Frasier: I see. Well, we could have rescheduled. Did you really have to lie?
Niles: Did I mention we'd be joined by Daphne's mother, who's suffering from some female complaint and can't get it through her head that I'm not a gynecologist?
Frasier: Ah. Well, then you had to save yourself.