Niles: Thrilled as I am, I must admit I'm a tad nervous about the awards banquet.
Frasier: Why?
Niles: Dad. I want him there of course, but I'm just dreading a rerun of Aunt Vi's wedding.
Frasier: Yes. The hour he spent regaling the table with "Little Niles" stories.
Niles: Exactly. Imagine an entire roomful of trained psychiatrists hearing the story of Sheldon, my imaginary protege.
Frasier: Ah yes, Sheldon. That troubled little fellow who kept wetting your bed.