Roz: Okay, like here, I mean, now do you really have to compare her to three different roses?
Niles: Well, which one would you have me eliminate? The one that represents her beauty or her passion or... [breaking down again] her sense of humor?
Roz: Niles, you're just making this too complicated. I mean, all we really want is for a guy to get down on one knee and say, "I love you. Will you be my... wife?" [Roz breaks down. Niles hands her a handkerchief]