Niles: (rapidly) Life with Maris wasn't so bad. It was my fault, after all! I was too rigid, I was always making demands!
Frasier: No, Niles!
Niles: Eat something! Unlock this door! Don't throw that!
Martin: Niles, give me that phone.
Martin: You don't know what you're doing!
Niles: Yes I do.
Martin: Just drop it and kick it over here!
Niles: I won't! I'm dialing, I'm pressing Send, it's ringing. (into phone) Maris! I'm calling... I'm calling...
(Martin and Frasier look on, helpless)
Niles: I'm calling to tell you that there's a new address for forwarding my mail. 62 Elm Street, Shangri-La Apartments. Thank you (hangs up)
Frasier: Well, good for you, Niles.
Niles: Oh, the second I heard her voice I knew I couldn't go back. (looks at the room) But how am I ever going to live here?