Martin: Hey, Daphne, we're going out to dinner. You want to join us?
Daphne: Oh, thanks, but no. I promised myself that tonight I'd decide what I'm doing on my vacation. Either home to the family or to sunny Acapulco. I may just squeeze into my bikini and let me hips make the decision.
Niles: Of course, it would be more memorable if we celebrated at home, just for a—
Frasier: Let's go. Let's go.