[After Bulldog convinced him that the new station owner was Greek:]
Gil: Well, I hope you're happy. I've just given four stars to a restaurant called "A Taste Of Greece." Which, trust me, is no misnomer.

Frasier: Well, you know, Bebe, there are other Big Willys out there, better ones. Richer, older... impotent!
Bebe: Oh dear, you always know what to say. I know what hell I put you through over this. I insist that you take this, as a small token of my gratitude.
Frasier: Oh, Bebe, really. Look, Roz. It's a gold Rolex. Oh my goodness. Bebe, where did you get this?
Bebe: Just don't wear it to the funeral.

Frasier: I'm afraid there won't even be a wedding if you can't get rid of that rotten habit, and he's just ordered me to see that you do.
Bebe: God, you'd think a touch of emphysema were the end of the world.