Niles: Well, it really bothered me when said that I never rebelled. I mean, I've been obsessing about it. What kind of self-respecting psychiatrist – not to mention father-to-be – completely misses one of life's prime rites of passage? So... I've decided to rebel tonight. (grins) Right under Dad's nose.
Niles: You ready?
Niles: You sure?
Niles: Move your coffee, it might...
Niles: (proudly) I'm getting high on reefer.
(Frasier stares at him, while Niles puts a "shh!" finger to his lips)
Niles: I've waited for this all my life, Frasier – one act of utter, devil-may-care, crotch-grabbing brazenness! And of course I'll have a nurse on speed-dial in case things get too hairy.
Frasier: And exactly which of your connections in the Seattle demimonde is going to get you this reefer?
(Roz enters and drops a small parcel on the table in front of Niles)
Roz: Okay, Niles, you're hooked up.
Niles: Well, oh... I'll just take a look. (does so) Ah, yes, thick and gooey. Ganja in its purest form.
Roz: It's a pot brownie, you idiot. My neighbor makes them.