(Martin talks about his harrowing plane trip)
Martin: Our landing gear's out, we're gonna have to do an emergency belly landing in six feet of foam! So, five hellish minutes later, we're bouncing across the runway. Then the stewardess comes out and says we're gonna have to go down the emergency slide. So down I go, headfirst into this sea of foam. Last thing I remember, this fat lady from across the aisle comes barreling down the chute after me like a polyester avalanche!
Frasier: My God, Dad, I am so sorry.
Niles: (horny) So, so, these stewardesses, were they also covered with foam?