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Martin:
Oh Niles, you've had lots of girlfriends.
Niles:
Well, let's count. There's Maris... Dora, my childhood penpal from Costa
Rica, and I seem to recall a little girl in the fourth grade who lured
me to a stairwell to show me her underpants.
Daphne:
Wine, Dr Crane?
Niles:
Oh, wouldn't you?
Niles:
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!! Marjorie Nash, the Fruit-on-the-Bottom yogurt
heiress! ... She's terribly haughty, and rumours persist about her husband's
death, but still a date's a date!
Niles, on dancing: This is boring, yet difficult.
Martin:
... so one night I invited her down to the corner bar...
Niles:
Coroners have their own bar?
Martin:
No - CORNER!!