Martin: You know, Niles, I think your problem is you still picture yourself as the same geeky kid you were in high school. But you've come a long way since then. And you're not doing yourself any favors sitting home every night. Now just think about it.
[Niles sinks back into the couch and whines]
Daphne: Wine, Dr. Crane?
Niles: Well, wouldn't you?

Niles: This is boring yet difficult.
Martin: Ah, there's no trick to dancing. It's just a matter of coordination. Hell, if you can ride a bike, or skip rope,
or kick a ball, you can certainly...

Niles: Oh, I just stopped by to ask you a question. Are you free Saturday night?
Martin: Sure.
Niles: Well, I'm not. I have a date.
Martin: Oh.
Daphne: Oh. Bravo, Dr. Crane.
Martin: Good for you. Who is she?
Niles: Marjorie Nash, the "Fruit On The Bottom" yogurt heiress. I bumped into her at the Frye museum. Before I knew it, your advice was thundering in my ears. I found myself asking her out. We'll be attending our club's annual winter dance, the "Snow Ball!"
Martin: Good for you.
Daphne: What's she like?
Niles: Well, she's terribly haughty and rumors persist about her husband's death, but still, a date's a date.