Niles: You know, it's funny. You could take a million years to plan the perfect evening, and you'd never come up with this. Daphne, I have to ask you a question.
Daphne: Hold on. [Blows nose loudly. Stops briefly. Repeats] You were saying?
Niles: Daphne Moon, will you, and your beautiful toes and your exquisite ankles and your precious knees, elbows and arms and fingers, shoulders... Will you marry me?
Daphne: Oh, Niles! Of course I will.

Roz: Well, maybe if you cut it down a little bit, you could get through it before the waterworks start. Let me take a look. Well, what about this paragraph here? I mean, aren't words like "hopeless" and "despairing" kind of a downer in a proposal?
Niles: Oh, well this is where I describe my life before I met her. See, and then comes the part where she comes along and the meter changes to a more sprightly iambic: "Now my life has meaning." Things that never made sense before suddenly are clear. It's all because of this... wonderful woman.

Gertrude: What a wonderful sunset. I bet you ordered it just for me, didn't you, Marty?
Martin: Actually, the sun goes down almost every night.
Gertrude: Oh, you.