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.
Fran: Question, when they shot Bambi's mother did you find that a sad moment? At all?
C.C.: I'm sure she's mounted on a nice wall in a fine home somewhere.
Mr. Sheffield: Can you keep a secret?
Niles: Well, I'm good until I meet the next person.
C.C.: This isn't a typical night.
Niles: Yes, you're not home alone sitting on your foot massager watching "Sisters."
C.C.: I wouldn't be caught dead in that dress.
Niles: You'd have to be dead six months to fit in it.
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.
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.
Fran: By the way, Niles, what is your family name?
Niles: It's just Niles... Like Cher.
Max: You are going to rectify this situation.
Fran: Wow, that sounds painful.
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.
Niles: Oh, what are you doing here, the sun is up.
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: Do I smell banana fritters with fresh fruit compote?
Niles: No.
Sylvia: Could I?
Niles: Miss Fine and Miss Babcock walking arm in arm. Isn't that one of the biblical signs of the apocalypse?
C.C.: What's Maxwell doing in London?
Niles: One would hope, Miss Fine.
Niles: Good things come to those who wait, unless they wait too long and they slip through their namby-pamby fingers.
Mr. Sheffield: He can't make you happy.
Fran: I don't wanna be happy. I wanna be married.
Ode to Barbara Joan [aka Daddy Dearest] - S1-E20
Max: Tell you what. What you say I get us some box seats to opening day at Shea stadium, and you'll see how the pros do it.
Brighton: Well at least the Mets.
Answer: Children's brains and language skills are still developing at that age and they adapt to the environment they live in. My former boss was born in England and moved to the US at about eight years old. She completely lost her British accent by her teens, even though her parents still spoke as typical English citizens. A Japanese co-worker and his wife, also Japanese, spoke English as their second language. Their two children learned both English and Japanese simultaneously while growing up and spoke each language with the appropriate accent.
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