Bebe: Darling, this isn't about us. It's just a little bargaining tactic. I threaten to jump, you talk me down, major coverage. Bang! Your price goes up twenty percent. My life is meaningless! Talk to me, darling, talk to me.
Frasier: Are you out of your mind? Now listen, you're coming in. You're coming in right now!
Bebe: Get away from me! You can't talk me out of this! At least not until Channel Five gets here.
Now come on, dear, make like a therapist.
Frasier: God, you are out of your mind! You need help. You- You should be in therapy!
Bebe: That's good, but louder. Give me one reason to live! Just one! ...
Frasier: There are ... hundreds of reasons! Work, art, the people who care about you! [lowers voice] Now come in, you crazy bitch!

Frasier: Well, you know, Bebe, there are other Big Willys out there, better ones. Richer, older... impotent!
Bebe: Oh dear, you always know what to say. I know what hell I put you through over this. I insist that you take this, as a small token of my gratitude.
Frasier: Oh, Bebe, really. Look, Roz. It's a gold Rolex. Oh my goodness. Bebe, where did you get this?
Bebe: Just don't wear it to the funeral.

Bebe: Now, it's time we both dropped the masks. You need me, and I want you back. Just sign this contract. I'll cut you a deal that'll make Roz's look like lunch money.
Frasier: Isn't there a zebra carcass somewhere you should be hovering over?
Bebe: You wanna see a carcass, chum? Look in the mirror. Look what you've let that man do to you. Your face is riddled with bird bites, your name's a punchline, and your career is five minutes from over, and he's only been your agent for three days. Send him in against the Hammer and you'll be doing fog reports from a lighthouse in Puget Sound.

Niles: I can't believe you're even considering this. The show is nothing more than a melange of bad jokes and mind-numbing banter.
Frasier: Yes, well, it doesn't have to be, Niles, don't you see? I mean, if I could choose the guests myself-
Bebe: You can.
Frasier: And control the content-
Bebe: You could.
Frasier: Well, then, I'd accept.
Bebe: We did. ... I mean, we will. In fact, why don't I call them right now with the exciting news.

Frasier: Oh, Bebe.
Bebe: Hello, darling, I came across this old box of Frasier strategy memos and I thought I'd bring them by to you.
Frasier: Oh, I didn't realize there was so much.
Bebe: And you thought I didn't work hard.
Frasier: Now, now there's no need to take that tone. Things have certainly worked out okay for you, wouldn't you say?
Bebe: Too true. But I can't be blamed for being a bit of a bitter Bebe. No one likes being tossed aside for a younger woman.

Frasier: Oh, Bebe, you know very well I only changed agents because you were ignoring me in favor of another client.
Bebe: I wasn't ignoring you! I was only getting some much needed critical distance for a final glorious Frasierian push.

Bebe: Anyway, they want you to replace him and the money's huge.
Frasier: Poor Mark. What a ghastly way to die.
Bebe: Yes, I cried so hard it was all I could do to stuff your demo tape in the Fed-Ex pouch. But they want you!

Frasier: Well, it's very tempting, Bebe, but I'm very happy here in Seattle. I don't want to leave.
Bebe: Darling, it's San Francisco. Do you know what life is like there for a good-looking straight man? You'll be like a Snickers bar at a fat camp!

Bebe: Don't worry, Matt, she'll be here.
Matt: We won't even have time to put her through make-up.
Bebe: A natural beauty like Roz? Oh, please, darling, pinch her cheeks, stand back and watch her glow.

Bebe: Well, that's gratitude for you. Do you have any idea the lengths I went to to make this happen?
Frasier: Wait a minute. You were in San Francisco last week. Don't tell me...
Bebe: I was nowhere near that air conditioner. You're worse than the police.