Frasier: Oh, come on in, Niles. Bebe's just bringing me up to speed on her depressing news about my contract negotiations.
Bebe: Don't worry, dear, I just need to find a way to throw a scare into 'em.
Niles: Have you tried turning into a bat?
Bebe: I would, love, but most grown men don't share your fear of tiny creatures.

Bebe: Hold on, I can be likable. I can also be very unlikable. Maybe if you explained the difference to poor confused Bebe. For instance, what you were doing in the dressing room with the wardrobe girl an hour ago, would your wife find that likable or unlikable?
Matt: Could you put some make-up on this woman now?

Niles: Well, I can't say I'm surprised.
Frasier: What is that supposed to mean?
Niles: Only that something like this was inevitable. It's the final step in your descent from legitimate psychiatrist to dancing bear.
Frasier: Niles, we are talking about doing a sophisticated television show for one week in order to improve my contract negotiations.
Niles: This has nothing to do with your contract negotiations. You have been an applause junkie ever since you first set foot on a grammar school stage.
Frasier: I was drawn to the theatre because of its discipline and collaborative spirit!
Niles: Oh please. In your sixth grade production of "Oklahoma!", you took so many curtain calls, Mrs. Van Raphorst had to lasso you and pull you from the stage!
Frasier: That woman never understood me or the role of Farmer Number Three.