Martin: Ah, they don't write songs like that anymore.
Niles: This is really what "men" do, isn't it, Dad?
Martin: Yeah. This, and some things outdoors, but we'll just stick to this for now.
Niles: You know, these last few nights have been very pleasant, Dad. You and me, sitting together, appreciating these fine cigars. Who would have thought a simple Cuban peasant somewhere in the Sierra Maestra would bring a father and son closer together?
Martin: Yeah. Must make that dime he gets for a whole day's work a lot more satisfying.