Mel: For instance, this weekend we're going to the opera.
Niles: Ah, I see, I see. So you want me to hog the opera glasses and remain seated during the ovation, something of that nature? Well, I-I suppose I could manage it.
Mel: No, not quite. At the intermission, invariably some board member will come over to say hello, and I want you to fly into a jealous rage and throw a drink at him.
Niles: That is unthinkable. I have a reputation in this town, and nothing will make me behave that way.
Mel: Well, looks like we're going to be married for a long time.
Niles: I'll see you at Schwanda Der Dudelsackpfeifer.