Martin: What happened?
Frasier: Well, it started off well enough. First they seated us at a superb table, much better than the one next to us, at which, unfortunately, they sat Daphne and Donny.
Martin: Oh, jeez.
Frasier: They were being very affectionate, of course,whispering, laughing, holding hands.
Niles: This in a place where people were trying to eat.
Frasier: Well, in an attempt to make things better, I suggested that Niles and I switch seats so that he could face the other table. Of course, only moments later they seated Maris there with her new boyfriend. Also being affectionate.
Niles: Grooming each other like spider monkeys. She was deliberately taunting me, playing the same coquettish games we used to play in restaurants, batting her eyes and coyly hiding behind her breadstick.

Martin: Hey, boys, how was dinner?
Niles: Oh, let's just say when I picked my lobster out of the tank I had no idea that he was in for a better evening than I was.

Niles: And then to top it all, the Pouille Foussé we ordered was a grave disappointment.
Frasier: Yes, well I urged him to send it back, but no, he didn't want to create a scene in front of Daphne.
Niles: Not that she would have even noticed, the way Donny was feeding her forkfuls of risotto, as if she had lost her arms instead of her mind. What is she doing with him?!
Martin: Well, some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed.
Niles: Well, at the Shangri-La, the highlight of my day is getting out of bed, so I can slam it back up into the wall.