Martin: Hey, Niles. Ready to bob-bob-she-bob?
Niles: (rises in horror) Oh, dear God. Is it a dance? Am I going to have to move about?
Martin: No, you don't have to, but you're going to want to.
Niles: (one last try) Daphne?
Daphne: I'm pregnant.
Niles: What does that have to do with it?
Daphne: It's my blanket excuse until the baby is born. After that, it'll be, "I can't leave the baby." Get used to it.