Niles
Frasier: It's just, the whole thing just catapults me back to high school - you only know me as an adult, but back then I was a rather unathletic bookish sort.
Roz: Get out.
Frasier: Jocks were the bane of my existence. They'd always call me a weinie and steal all the girls that I wanted.
Roz: Oh, Frasier, you must have had some girlfriends.
Frasier: Friends! Yeah, every time they wanted a sensitive shoulder to cry on. Then some block-headed pillar of testosterone would come by and it was "Bye bye Frasier, we'll study later!" I'd head home to Niles, and we'd put on the Brandenburg Concerto as we played air violin.
