Frasier: Well, Bebe, that is what my contract calls for.
Bebe: A slave contract you negotiated two years ago before you even had an agent. They took advantage of your inexperience.
Frasier: I thought it was a very generous offer.
Bebe: Oh please, do you have any idea how hot you are? I get offers every day from other stations, offering the moon for you!
Frasier: Good Lord, am I really that hot?
Bebe: Are you kidding? If I were a pot roast, I'd be done.