Frasier: Oh, come on in, Niles. Bebe's just bringing me up to speed on her depressing news about my contract negotiations.
Bebe: Don't worry, dear, I just need to find a way to throw a scare into 'em.
Niles: Have you tried turning into a bat?
Bebe: I would, love, but most grown men don't share your fear of tiny creatures.

Bebe: Sign right here, darling.
Frasier: You know, I'm holding you to that promise about changing. I won't stand for any more shady doings.
Bebe: Those days are all behind me.
Frasier: Once you've worked out this thing with the Hammer, maybe you can see what you can do about defusing this bird situation.
Ben: Oh, you don't have to worry about the crane anymore. The poor thing choked to death this morning. They have no idea who would feed a bird a jawbreaker. Bye, now.
[After Ben leaves, Frasier slowly turns to Bebe]
Frasier: Is there any chance it wasn't you?
Bebe: Oh, darling. There's always a chance.

Frasier: What kind of a woman are you? You seduced me, you lied to me, you nearly got me killed. You've shamelessly manipulated not only me, but this station, the news media, and the entire city of Seattle. What do you have to say for yourself?
Bebe: Aren't you glad I'm on your side?
Frasier: Yes, I... suppose I am.

Matt: I don't think so, Bebe.
Bebe: Why not? All he needs is someone to suck up to him, laugh at his jokes, pretend to listen to his stories. I'm his agent. For God's sakes, that's what I do.

Roz: You are amazing!
Frasier: Is there nothing you won't stoop to?
Bebe: I had no idea who I was speaking to! [to Vera:] How dare you impersonate my niece! I've had enough of your cruel jokes. You're fired, mother!

Bebe: Hold on, I can be likable. I can also be very unlikable. Maybe if you explained the difference to poor confused Bebe. For instance, what you were doing in the dressing room with the wardrobe girl an hour ago, would your wife find that likable or unlikable?
Matt: Could you put some make-up on this woman now?

Bebe: Frasier, we have to talk.
Frasier: Are you aware that you are in the men's room?
Bebe: Oh, please, if I paid attention to signs with little pictures on them, I'd never get a parking space.

Bebe: I said that Frasier Crane wasn't about to work for a station that would steal his producer away. A bluff, of course, but he crumbled like a matzo.
Frasier: Oh, how could you?! I told you that I'd hate to lose Roz, but I didn't mean for you to sabotage her.
Bebe: You didn't? Oh no, what a horrible misunderstanding. Wink!
Frasier: I mean it.
Bebe: Oh, I see. So when you said in that off-handed way that you hoped Roz wouldn't get the job, I totally misinterpreted you. Wink!
Frasier: Will you stop winking.

Bebe: Frasier Crane, I wish my eyes were sore so you could be a sight for them.

Frasier: So, Bebe. However did you land Dr. Phil?
Bebe: We met about a year ago at a charity donkey basketball game.
Frasier: Donkey basketball?
Bebe: Texas, darling. It's like the symphony to them.