“Well, this is… vintage enough…”
“Yes, better than I was expecting, somehow…”
“Niles… While Daphne’s busy with Roz, I have to ask you… Are you sure the four of us should be doing this?”
“Frasier, I had the same misgivings as you at first, but you know how Daphne is with this new genealogy thing– she was just delighted when she proved that you and I are the only remaining blood relations of great-great-uncle Hugh Crane, and now she’s convinced that she can purge this house of its haunted past– something about a nun or something.”
“Well, all right, but this idea about broadcasting a live séance for my radio listeners better not turn into– well, Nightmare Inn— and don’t say it, I know that was as much my fault as anyone’s.”
“More.”
“All right, more.”
“Well there’s nothing that can be done, Frasier, we’ll just have to make the best of it.”
“Mm. Perhaps it’s just as well Dad went back home with Eddie– lucky excuse…”
“‘Lucky excuse?’ Excuse me, Eddie refused to even come in the front gate!”
“Yes, once again, Eddie’s probably the wisest of us all… Well, might as well get this over with…” (Frasier heads upstairs, carrying luggage, humming to himself– he begins quietly singing under his breath–) “…Well baby I hear the blue room calling, tossed salad and scrambled eggs…”