[Daphne has a psychic flash when she picks up photos from Martin's unsolved murder]
Daphne : I see a man.
Martin : Yeah?
Daphne : A well-dressed man. He's wearing wing tips and a trench coat.
Martin : Yeah? Yeah?
Daphne : He's getting off an elevator... he's walking down a long hallway... she doesn't know he's coming... he's opening the door...
[Frasier enters wearing wing tips and a trench coat]
Frasier : Hello, everyone.
Daphne : Sometimes I get my signals crossed.
Frasier : What's going on?
Martin : Well, unless you killed a hooker when you were twelve, nothing much.