Daphne: Well, we've just had the most wonderful day at the marina.
Martin: Oh, you get a boat?
Rodney: Actually, no. I have an inner-ear curvature that makes me prone to motion sickness. But there's a charming bistro there that serves the most exquisite—
[A phone starts ringing. Niles and Rodney take their phones out of their pockets in unison]
Niles: Not me.
Rodney: Not me.
Martin: [answering the phone] Hello? Oh, I can't talk right now, Duke. I'm in the Twilight Zone.

Frasier & Martin: What the hell was that?
Frasier: I think maybe we should put a little red mark on the real Niles so we can tell them apart.

Martin: So, uh, what do you think of Rodney?
Niles: Bit of a pretentious fop, wouldn't you say?
Martin: He doesn't, uh, remind you of anyone?
Niles: Remind me of anyone...
[Rodney enters the kitchen]
Rodney: So sorry, but about my coffee? I neglected to mention that I like my milk steamed, with just a dollop of foam, such as might give the impression of a cumulus cloud reflected in a still pond.
Niles: Consider it done.
[Rodney leaves]
Niles: I want to kill myself.