Frasier: I'm only sorry you couldn't join us for dinner afterwards. Le Cochon Noir gave us a late seating for a fabulous dinner.
Niles: It was an exquisite meal, marred only by the lack of even one outstanding cognac on their carte des digestifs.
Frasier: Yes, but think of it this way, Niles. What is the one thing better than an exquisite meal? An exquisite meal with one tiny flaw we can pick at all night.
Niles: Ah, quite right. To impossible standards.

Niles: Well, you ready for our boys night out at Le Cochon Noir?
Frasier: Yes. But Niles, I've been wondering: Would you mind if I asked Dad to join us?
Niles: Remember the last time we took Dad to a four-star restaurant? He had a miserable time. The restaurant lost a whole star.

Frasier: Oh, look, there's a peanut guy! [calling out] Peanuts!
[A bag of peanuts is thrown and lands in Niles' lap]
Niles: How dare you!?
[Niles throws the bag back at the vendor]
Frasier: Niles!
[The vendor throws the bag back to Niles]
Niles: Stop it!
Frasier: Niles.
Niles: That hooligan is pelting me with peanuts! From the look of that tray - Ow! - he's come prepared.
Frasier: Stop it! That is for me.