Roz: You've had it pretty rough.
Niles: What are my choices? I can go to pieces or I can bear up and live my normal life. Can I get a straw, please?
Waitress: Oh, sorry, sir, that was the last one.
Niles: I see. The last straw. Gosh, is it warm in here? [Niles starts to loosen his tie] It is. It is. It's warm in here. Oh, it's suffocating. [He removes his tie.] There, that's better.
Roz: I'll get you a straw, Niles. Do you need a straw?
Niles: Oh, no, no, you heard her. There are no more straws. [Niles removes his jacket] Oh, that feels so much better! [Untucks his shirt] Oh, everything was just so tight before. [Unbuttons his shirt] Ahh, yes! Oh, coffee shop without straws? [giggles maniacally] It makes no sense! [Removes his shirt and then his shoes]
Roz: You can borrow my straw, see?
Niles: [Niles loosens his belt and unbuttons his pants] Oh, this is great. I was being smothered. Oh, I can breathe. I don't know how you stand it! [Niles hops away as he takes off his pants]