Bebe: Well, my little lamb has bleated back to me. Frasier has rejoined the flock.
Dr. Phil: So my debt is cleared? We don't have to keep pretending you're my agent?
Bebe: We're square, darling. And maybe the next time you gamble with Bebe, you'll pay your debts with cash.
Dr. Phil: See, the problem is my wife looks at the bank statements and if she knew I was losing money playing cards, she would kill me.
Bebe: So, your wife doesn't know you play poker.
Dr. Phil: I don't tell her everything.
Bebe: I see. And how's that working for you?
Dr. Phil: Just deal the cards.