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.