Niles: Can you believe it? She owns six newspapers and nine radio stations, she'll still cadge a free meal faster than that bulbous cartoon fellow who mooches hamburgers from Popeye. I know I must sound...
Niles: And whiny too. But... I wanted this. And after the year I've been through, I needed something to restore my pride, my dignity, my manhood. That Golden Apron could do it.
Frasier: And you are going to have it. You can have the dinner party at my house.
Niles: You mean it?
Frasier: Yes. I'll tell you what: I'll rent an extra-large table and I'll share in the hosting chores.
Niles: You are a saint...
Though I did note you only offered after you found that out our club includes a rich station owner who could give you a job.
Frasier: Well, Niles, I must say I'm hurt. I offer you something out of the goodness of my heart, you make it sound like I'm a shallow opportunist.
Niles: I'm terribly sorry. How can I make it up to you?
Frasier: Oh, I don't know. Sit me next to someone interesting.
Niles: Oh, Claudia, perhaps.
Frasier: Yes. Put her on my left, it's my best side.