Roz: Are you talking about that tooth again?
Niles: It's still throbbing, thank you! Which means my heart is probably on its last legs.
Roz: Come on, Niles, you said it was a one in a million chance.
Niles: One in ten thousand. And I've been beating those odds all week. I don't believe in omens, but these are getting harder and harder to ignore.
Roz: So are you.