Fran: What?

Niles: You sleep in your makeup?

Fran: Honey, do you see a ring on this finger? What if there was a fire, do I need some gorgeous fireman climbing over me to save the sixteen year-old heiress?

Fran: Ma, what are you doing here so early?

Sylvia: This is how you sleep? … Where are your earrings? Good girl.