Niles: I have Maris news: She's auctioning off some of her things to help pay for her defense. She's letting me come by first to claim anything I want. Well, this is my chance to seize and destroy my boudoir painting.
Martin: What's that?
Niles: Oh. Well, years ago, Maris and I got the idea into our heads to commission portraits of a... well, quasi-erotic nature.
Frasier: Dear God.
[With a look of disgust on his face, Martin gets up and goes to the kitchen.]
Frasier: Continue.
Niles: Well, Maris is depicted as a doe-eyed wood nymph, while in my painting I am the satyr Pan. A louche sybaritic goat-man with a depraved appetite for all things sensual.