Daphne: No, really, I've never had a serious boyfriend. No one's really been interested.
Niles: Men can be such pigs. [Niles starts to make a figure out of a napkin]
Daphne: It's not that people weren't trying to fix me up. Back in Manchester, me mum was steering me towards Reginald Glower, the butcher's son. Pasty little thing, never did take to him. I suppose I like my gents more on the manly side. Was that a little swan you made?
Niles: No, it was a B-52.