Niles is the pompous brother of Frasier, probably most famous for his eventful marriage to (and later, divorce from) Maris (who is never actually seen on-sceen). Like Frasier, Niles is also a psychiatrist.
Niles has always been infatuated with his father's physiotherapist, Daphne, but, right up until the end of series 7, can't find the courage to declare his love to her.
He spends a lot of time with his brother at "Cafe Nervosa", where they engage in much of their discussion (and oft-times, bitching). Niles' usual is a latte, with nutmeg and cinnamon.
Niles and Frasier are very much alike in every way. However, their tastes are very different from their father's. Many of the jokes in "Frasier" rely on the differences between Niles/Frasier and their father, Martin, a streetwise ex-cop.
Niles's IQ is 156 (27 higher than Frasier's)
Although Niles and Frasier are very close they have always been very critical of each other. Also, Niles has always been quite jealous of Frasier and has always seen him as the more dominant, stronger brother.
As a psychiatrist, Niles holds several self-help groups. During the series', we learn of 5 of them. They are:
- Healing With Humor support group
- Multiple Personality Disorder seminar
- Fear of Abandonment workshop
- Sexual Addiction group
- Fear of Intimacy group
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Quotes:
Frasier: I do not have a fat face!
Niles: Oh, please. I keep wondering how long you're going to store those nuts for winter.
Frasier: Have you any idea of appropriate baseball-watching attire?
Niles: Obviously, you failed to detect the subtle diamond pattern in my tie.
Niles: Well, as some illustrious person said, "popularity is the hallmark of mediocrity."
Frasier: You just made that up, didn't you?
Niles: Yes, but I stand by it.
Frasier: Y'know, Niles, what say I buy us dinner and a lot of martinis?
Niles: Sounds great, except for the dinner part.
[Why he didn't listen to Frasier's radio show]
Niles: Oh, I'm sorry. I meant to, but I has a crisis with a patient. One of my multiples has a new personality emerge - a one-hundred-and-ten-year-old Frenchwoman. It would have been too risky to put off his therapy. Plus I would have missed out on a wonderful recipe for bouillabaisse.
[Talking about Frasier's agent.]
Niles: You're still consorting with that barracuda?
Frasier: Well, a barracuda is what you want in an agent, Niles. Well, it's just that the station's been sold, I was hoping she might have some scuttlebutt on the new owner. I must admit she's rather hard to get a hold of these days.
Niles: Oh really? I thought one just drew a pentagram on the floor and chanted "I summon thee" three times.
[Bebe and Frasier have slept together]
Frasier: All right, just go ahead. Get your shots in.
Niles: No, no. I'm just glad you're all right. I would have assumed she killed after mating.
Bebe: Do you have any idea how hot you are? I get offers everyday from other stations offering the moon for you!
Frasier: Good Lord, am I really that hot?
Bebe: Are you kidding? If I were a pot roast, I'd be done.
Niles: Hello, I'm Niles, a person at the table.
Bebe: Niles, thank God you're here. Back me up. Give him some sound, brotherly advice.
Niles: She's the Devil, Frasier. Run fast, run far!
Lilith: By the way, you'll still have to remove the entrails from the chest cavity.
Niles: In that case, where do you keep your ten-foot pole?
Niles: How far along are you?
Lilith: I'm nearly done defrosting.
Niles: And the turkey?
[After he fell asleep with his cheek next to an ice tray]
Niles: Oh, that's so strange, I dreamt I was tangoing with Maris.
[Hoping to reunite with Maris]
Niles: I saw a twinkle in her eye I have not seen since the neighbor children discovered our new electric fence.
[Bemoaning Maris' low libido]
Niles: One night of passion can sustain her for a month. She stores it up like some sex camel.
[Niles on bribing his wife with a new Mercedes]
Niles: Nothing says I'm sorry like an in-dash CD player and a driver's-side airbag.
Niles: Her lips were saying "no," but her eyes were saying, "read my lips."
[After he discovers he wasn't invited to a benefit]
Niles: From now on I'll be relegated to the B-list charities: grubby little theatre companies and last year's diseases
Niles: Well, this has been kind of fun, but I really must run. I'm conducting a seminar for multiple personality disorders and it takes me forever to fill out the name tags.
[Ordering coffee at Cafe Nervosa]
Niles: I'll have a double capuccino, half-caf, nonfat milk, with enough foam to be asthetically pleasing but not leave me with a moustache.