- Dr. Frasier Crane: Niles! What fortuitous timing. Er... you know the wine shop just called a moment ago? It seems they're down to their last two cases of the '82 Chambolle-Musigny, so why don't you dash right down there and stack it all up?
- Niles: Okay.
- [just as the door is about to shut on him]
- Niles: Hold it!
- [looks suspiciously at Frasier]
- Niles: You know very well that in 1982 there was a drought in Bourgogne. The locals dubbed it "The Year of the Raisin." And that wine was never sold by the case, only by the bottle
- [forces his way in]
- Niles: T.H. Houghton is here, isn't he?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Give me the name of a baseball player.
- Martin Crane: Darryl Strawberry.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: No! A real one!
- Niles: [examining his coffee outside Cafe Nervosa] Is it me or is the foam a tad dense today?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Like a dreary fog on a Scottish moor.
- Niles: Rather than accent, it overwhelms. Rather than flirt, it assaults.
- Martin Crane: Rather than watching the ballgame, I have to listen to this.
- Niles: Ooh excellent, excellent. What wine would most enhance the experience?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: No, Niles. Wine might dull our faculties. Perhaps instead a slow sipping cordial would be the proper garnish.
- Niles: Sherry?
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Armagnac.
- Niles: Oh, well see? That's why you're the older brother.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: Afternoon, Daphne.
- Daphne Moon: Hello. Oh, Dr. Crane. It's a good thing you're home. Mr. Houghton is dropping by to pick your father up for the Mariners game.
- Dr. Frasier Crane: You serious? He's coming back?
- Daphne Moon: Yes. Any minute. It's a double header.
- [Frasier looks blankly at her]
- Daphne Moon: They play two games!