[As Niles attempts to put the medal back in its place:]
Frasier: You know, before we take the picture, I have a little story I'd like to tell that just may rival that Hitler tale. The place was right here. The time was this afternoon. Opal had just set out a lovely service of tea and a plate of sweets. I remember there were three cookies sitting on the plate, and I reached for... the LEFT one. Not the CENTER one, the LEFT one. And just at the same moment, Opal reached for the very same cookie, and, oh, what did you say? Oh, it was priceless.
Opal: I said, "You take it."
Frasier: Ha! Right off the top of her head.