The Nanny (1993)

Niles: You know, the next time you give your clothes away, why don't you just stay in them?

C.C.: I feel like I have died and gone to heaven.
Niles: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Brighton Sheffield: Yeah, it just so happens that your voice carries.
Fran: To your bedroom?
Brighton Sheffield: To Michigan.

Max: Oh Niles, what is it this time? Your job, your weight, no future?
Niles: Well, Sir, I was just wondering why I have no social life but you cleared that right up for me.

Sylvia Fine: Yetta! These aren't Fran's children! Fran doen't have any children! She's not married, SHE'S ALL alone.
Fran: Louder, Ma, I don't think they heard you in uruguay.

Mr. Sheffield: He can't make you happy.
Fran: I don't wanna be happy. I wanna be married.

Niles: Oh, what are you doing here, the sun is up.

Sylvia Fine: Major Nelson and Jeannie tied the knot.
Fran: If she had any commitment to that relationship, she would have given up her apartment.
Sylvia Fine: It was a bottle, they kept it on the mantle.

Niles: Good things come to those who wait, unless they wait too long and they slip through their namby-pamby fingers.

C.C.: I'll never get to the airport on time.
Niles: That's true, sir, she needs at least two people on her broom to use the Express Lane.

C.C.: I wouldn't be caught dead in that dress.
Niles: You'd have to be dead six months to fit in it.

C.C.: What's Maxwell doing in London?
Niles: One would hope, Miss Fine.

Max: You are going to rectify this situation.
Fran: Wow, that sounds painful.

C.C.: This isn't a typical night.
Niles: Yes, you're not home alone sitting on your foot massager watching "Sisters."

Niles: Miss Fine and Miss Babcock walking arm in arm. Isn't that one of the biblical signs of the apocalypse?

Fran: By the way, Niles, what is your family name?
Niles: It's just Niles... Like Cher.

Mr. Sheffield: Can you keep a secret?
Niles: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.

Sylvia: Do I smell banana fritters with fresh fruit compote?
Niles: No.
Sylvia: Could I?

Fran: As appealing as Hepatitis sounds, yellow's just not my color.

Maggie: Well, Daddy can't you see that Michael is my Cats? Please just don't let me pass on this one.