- Niles: Sylvia, they're on their honeymoon. Your daughter is not here, why are you?
- Sylvia Fine: I smell bacon!
- Niles: Well, it must be coming from next door.
- Sylvia Fine: Well, I don't know them.
- Niles: I had so much to drink at the reception. I had the strangest nightmare that Santa Claus was trying to have his way with me.
- C.C. Babcock: [Enter a hungover CC in a red housecoat with white trim] Oh my God. We didn't, did we?
- Niles: Well, I'm not sure. Say ho ho ho.
- C.C. Babcock: No one can ever know that this might possibly have happened.
- Niles: Well, it ain't going on my resume.
- Sylvia Fine: Well of course, I can't talk if my mouth is full.
- Niles: I'll make the omelets.
- C.C. Babcock: I'll make the pancakes.