Frasier: So, isn't this peachy. Everything's turned out just fine for everyone. You two have solved your problems, the waiter received a handsome tip, Niles and I have matching bathrobes, and looky here. It's not even nine-thirty yet.
Lilith: Frasier, try to understand.
Niles: Yes, what happened last night was just.
Frasier: Oh, stop it, both of you. Enough. It happened, and I'm just going to have to deal with it. I suppose in a twisted way there is one positive for me in this: you see, Lilith, I have never stopped desiring you, even though I know we are completely wrong for each other. But now, from this day forward, whenever I look at you, I will see the back of my brother's head. And that is one bucket of ice water, let me tell you.