Niles: My sweater - weren't you wearing it when you went out?
Daphne: Yeah, but Eddie was pulling me along so fast, I started sweating like a blacksmith. I could smell the lamb curry I had for lunch just wafting out me pores. But don't worry, it's right here. [retrieving the sweater] Oh, great! That was me last butterscotch. Now it's all fuzzy!