Roz: Oh, poor Bebe, how many fake pills do you have to take everyday?
Frasier: Yes, do you really think that you can sit there popping a bunch of... Digitalis. Oh, my God. You really are sick.
Bebe: Well, of course I'm sick. But it makes me even sicker to think that I've angered your will when all I wanted to do was keep the best damn team in radio together.
Roz: Oh God, we're gonna need a shovel to get out of here.