Bebe Quote #21

Quote from Bebe in Agents in America, Part III

Frasier: Listen Bebe, I realize that the station is making a handsome profit on my show, but what can I do? I do have a contract.
Bebe: No, darling, what you have is a ... fever.
Frasier: What?
Bebe: [Bebe puts her hand on Frasier's forehead] Ooh, you're like a furnace!
Frasier: Well, you know, I- I think I see where you're going with this, Bebe, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Bebe: Well, how do you feel about being one of the lowest paid personalities at the station?
Frasier: Who makes more?
Bebe: Who doesn't? Nanette from "Pet Chat". The Happy Chef. Oh, for heaven's sake, Father Mike could buy and sell you!
Frasier: Father Mike? He took a vow of poverty!
Bebe: Well, now he's taking a cruise.


 ‘Agents in America, Part III’ Quotes

Quote from Bebe

Frasier: What kind of a woman are you? You seduced me, you lied to me, you nearly got me killed. You've shamelessly manipulated not only me, but this station, the news media, and the entire city of Seattle. What do you have to say for yourself?
Bebe: Aren't you glad I'm on your side?
Frasier: Yes, I... suppose I am.

Quote from Bebe

Bebe: Darling, this isn't about us. It's just a little bargaining tactic. I threaten to jump, you talk me down, major coverage. Bang! Your price goes up twenty percent. My life is meaningless! Talk to me, darling, talk to me.
Frasier: Are you out of your mind? Now listen, you're coming in. You're coming in right now!
Bebe: Get away from me! You can't talk me out of this! At least not until Channel Five gets here.
Now come on, dear, make like a therapist.
Frasier: God, you are out of your mind! You need help. You- You should be in therapy!
Bebe: That's good, but louder. Give me one reason to live! Just one! ...
Frasier: There are ... hundreds of reasons! Work, art, the people who care about you! [lowers voice] Now come in, you crazy bitch!

Quote from Niles

Niles: Disaster again. Maris's little wine club had an outing to the local vineyard. As the new president, she had the honor of being first into the stomping vat. You can imagine her humiliation when she danced herself into a barefoot fury and was unable to break even a single grape.