Frasier: Oh, Bebe, listen, I have something for you. I've decided to give away some of the things that I've accumulated through the years. As sort of a... fresh start, you know.
Bebe: My baby's all grown up. [She puts her hands on his face] I look in your eyes and I see something there that I've never seen before.
Frasier: Wisdom?
Bebe: Crow's feet. Sorry, darling, but you're going to be on TV now. I talked to my face man, he can see you at four o'clock. [dangles a card in front of him]
Frasier: Thanks, Bebe, but no thanks.
Bebe: I'm not talking surgery. Just talking a little tweaking, twenty minutes. I've used him for years.
Frasier: And I'm sure he's very good at what he does, but still it's just not me....
[A balding man sticks his head around the corner:]
Steve: I'm done next door, so I'll be in the car, Mom.
Frasier: [to Bebe] Four o'clock it is.

Bebe: Don't come any closer. I'll jump.
Frasier: Bebe, please.
Bebe: No, you can't help me! No one can help me!
Frasier: I'm not worth doing this over. Look, there'll be other men. It may take time, but you'll get over me.
Bebe: [normal voice] Well, somebody certainly thinks well of himself.

Bebe: Channel Five, come to Mama. Okay, dear. Full coverage. Now here's the plan: I swoon forward, you reach out and catch me.
Frasier: What?
Bebe: On three. One, two...
Frasier: No!
Bebe: Three! [After Frasier catches her] Film at eleven.

Bebe: Well, you've become too big to be served by the efforts of one adoring mortal. That's why I'm bringing on more firepower.
Frasier: Oh, I like the sound of that!
Bebe: I thought you might. Frasier, meet your new agent, Portia Sanders.
Portia: Pleased to meet you.
Frasier: We've met. Several hundred times. This is your assistant.
Bebe: Not anymore. Now she's a full-fledged junior agent.
Frasier: She brings me coffee. [takes the cup she's brought]
Bebe: She'll bring you Juan Valdez on a donkey if that's what you want.

Bebe: Ah, I've got to go. Flying to Palo Alto, my daughter's at Stanford. [starts to leave] Ah, wait. You don't have kids, do you?
Frasier: Well yes, I have a five year-old son.
Bebe: Lucky you, you won't have to worry about it for years. [starts to leave again]
Frasier: Worry about what?
Bebe: [returns] Tuition, innocent. Oh, wait, I see. You're going to send him to a state college.
Frasier: Well no, no. I plan to send him to my alma mater, Harvard.
Bebe: Ouch! Kiss it and make it better.

Frasier: I'm afraid there won't even be a wedding if you can't get rid of that rotten habit, and he's just ordered me to see that you do.
Bebe: God, you'd think a touch of emphysema were the end of the world.

Daphne: Well, I smoked for years but I never became addicted. To this day, I can buy a pack, have a cig or two, toss them in a drawer and not crave another for months.
Bebe: You know there's a word for people who can do that. What is it? Oh, yes ... bitch!

Bebe: [answering the phone:] I told you, no calls. What about my sister? [to Frasier and Roz:] One second. [on the phone:] Did the air bag deploy? Look, I'm gonna to have to call you back. Frasier's here, and my
clients come first! [sobbing] Sorry, you were saying?
Frasier: Since the moment we met you have shown yourself to be ruthless and untrustworthy. As these are qualities I do not wish to have associated with my name, I think it's best we simply part-
[The phone rings again. Bebe places it on speakerphone]
Bebe: What did I say about calls?!
Girl: [sobbing] Auntie Bebe?
Bebe: Oh, Suzy. Sorry to hear about your mummy's accident.
Girl: I'm frightened, Auntie Bebe.
Bebe: Don't be, little one.
Girl: If mummy goes to heaven, will you take care of me?
Bebe: Of course, my little lamb. Assuming that I have the resources.
Frasier: Bebe, you know I can't help noticing that none of your outside lines are lit up.
Bebe: [crying:] The bulbs are broken! [on the phone] Auntie has to go. I'm with a client and you know what we say about clients.
[Frasier opens Bebe's office door to reveal Vera, Bebe's assistant, on the phone]
Vera: They always come first.

Gil: I wish you good luck, Frasier. I don't see anybody squeezing blood from that stone.
Bebe: Lattes for everyone!
Gil: Dear God, don't tell me you did well.
Roz: I got a weekly spot on Clint Weber's show and a thirty percent raise.
Gil: How on earth did you get all that?
Bebe: Oh, we go way back, the Hammer and I. I know where the bodies are buried. ... Usually, that's just a metaphor.

Bebe: Admit it. You're scared.
Frasier: All right, maybe I am scared. But there is one thing that is stronger than fear. Faith. Faith that a good man with a good heart can make a good deal. Now get out of my way.
Bebe: No, I won't let you. Do you know what I've been through building your career? I have been to hell and back so often, I have frequent flier miles. You owe me a second chance.
Frasier: Take your tentacles off of me!