Bebe: Oh, my poor wounded baby. I just heard what those misers you work for are trying to do to you. Well, don't you worry, they're not going to get away with it!
Frasier: Well, you must have heard wrong, Bebe. They extended my contract for another year with an eight-percent raise.
Bebe: Eight percent? That would insult even a waiter! [to a passing waiter] Double cappuccino — move it!