Frasier: Well, I don't really blame you, dear. You know, Roz and I are both upset, too. You know, look at it this way: at least you're no worse off than you were before.
Bebe: You don't know the things I did for that man. The depraved, Western-themed appetites I satisfied.
Roz: He was eighty-five, how bad could it have been?
Bebe: Ever worn a saddle?
Roz: Do I have to answer that?