(Niles and Martin are on a stakeout)
Martin: How'd you like a little clam chowder?
Niles: I would love some!
(Martin unscrews the thermos, takes a whiff and makes a face)
Martin: This is clam chowder!
Niles: Well, what did you expect?
Martin: Irish Whiskey! Your mother always filled it with coffee and Irish Whiskey. We just called it clam chowder in front of you kids.
Niles: Is that why you got so mad that day I crumbled oyster crackers in your thermos?