Niles: Besides, what's the harm in a few dance lessons?
Martin: It's nighttime. You're alone. The music's on. You've got your arms around her. You'll end up saying something you can't take back.
Niles: I have no intention of saying anything.
Martin: No one ever does. Take my word for it. When I was separated from your mother, there was this pretty coroner in the city morgue. I always had a bit of a crush on her. Whenever we'd find a dead body, I'd yell out, "Okay, boys, I'll take it from here." So, this one night, I invited her down to the corner bar.
Niles: Coroners have their own bars?
Martin: No, corner, Niles. The corner bar! Anyway, we had a few drinks, the lights were low, Sinatra on the jukebox. Before I knew it, it just all came pouring out of me. I told her how I felt. I mean, I knew the second it was out of my mouth that it was a mistake. She let me down easy but we still had to go on seeing each other all the time. It was no fun going to the morgue after that.