Daphne: What is that?
Martin: My good old Scheerblad-7XK
Niles: The blindingest, noisiest, fifteen-pound camera ever produced in the former Soviet Union!
Martin: Can you believe it? Somehow it got buried deep down in storage. But, Eddie and I found it just in time for the Bar Mitzvah.
Daphne: What smells like burning plastic?
Martin: Oh, that means the flash unit's working.
Niles: (still blinking it off) I thought the retina-scorching flash meant that the flash unit was working.
Martin: Not always.
Niles: I still remember the night of my junior prom. Dad wanted to get a nice close-up of me and Margaret Coover. Unfortunately he got a little too close and the heat from the flash seared the gold plating off Margaret's necklace onto her skin.