Frasier: I'm still worried about Bebe.
Niles: I thought you said she took it well.
Frasier: Well, she did, but you know how it is with strong women. Sometimes their strength masks their vulnerability. Well, let's face it. Once a woman has dipped her toe into Crane Lake, dry land is never the same again.
Niles: Yes, she's probably home in her room writing "Mrs. Bebe Crane" over and over in the margin of her algebra book.

Frasier: Roz. Roz, they're just trying to scare me.
Martin: And he knows they're trying to scare him, and they know that he knows they're trying to scare him,
because he knows that they know that he knows—
Frasier: Thank you, Dad! [to Roz] They're just bluffing, it's like a card game.
Martin: Like a card game, it's like a dance. The whole thing sounds like a weekend in Vegas.

Bebe: [on the phone] Tom Duran, please. Bebe Glaser calling. Tom? Bebe's bored! You've huffed, and you've puffed, but our house is still standing. We're giving you a midnight deadline. Either call us here at Frasier's and tell us you'll renegotiate, or we'll walk. Love ya. There. That should make them sweat, don't you think?

Niles: Oh dear, don't turn around. It's that dreadful woman who works for you.
Frasier: Who?
Niles: Um, uh... Lady MacBeth without the sincerity?
Frasier: Oh. Oh, Bebe's here.

Niles: Hello, I'm Niles, a person at the table.
Bebe: Niles, thank God you're here! Back me up, give him some sound brotherly advice.
Niles: She's the devil, Frasier. Run fast, run far.

Frasier: You see, we do things differently. Negotiations are like a- Are like a dance. They expect me to fight my contract. They know I'm not sick. I know they know I'm not sick. They know I know they know I'm not sick. It's all part of the negotiations mambo.

Martin: Well, I think I'm gonna hit the hay too.
Bebe: That's awfully risky of you, isn't it? Leaving us kids out here un-chaperoned?
Martin: Better him than me.

Bebe: Think of them sweating in their offices. Chain-smoking, biting their nails, their ulcers churning out enough acid to burn a hole in a ship's hull! Ooh, God! And to think I nearly went into nursing.

Frasier: But you know, in fact, I think it's time maybe we discussed those other offers. Consider what our fallback position should be.
Bebe: Ooh, someone's out of Scotch!
Frasier: Bebe, tell me there are other offers.
Bebe: Scads!
Frasier: Now, you look me in the eye and tell me the truth!
Bebe: There are no other offers. Straight up, or on the rocks?
Frasier: Oh, my God!
Bebe: Darling, you can't make a deal without bluffing a little.
Frasier: You're supposed to bluff them, not me.

Frasier: Answer it.
Bebe: Not yet. Where are we? Have we gone out? Is it too late?
Frasier: Answer it!