Frasier: So, Bebe. However did you land Dr. Phil?
Bebe: We met about a year ago at a charity donkey basketball game.
Frasier: Donkey basketball?
Bebe: Texas, darling. It's like the symphony to them.

Frasier: Oh, Bebe.
Bebe: Hello, darling, I came across this old box of Frasier strategy memos and I thought I'd bring them by to you.
Frasier: Oh, I didn't realize there was so much.
Bebe: And you thought I didn't work hard.
Frasier: Now, now there's no need to take that tone. Things have certainly worked out okay for you, wouldn't you say?
Bebe: Too true. But I can't be blamed for being a bit of a bitter Bebe. No one likes being tossed aside for a younger woman.

Frasier: Oh, Bebe, you know very well I only changed agents because you were ignoring me in favor of another client.
Bebe: I wasn't ignoring you! I was only getting some much needed critical distance for a final glorious Frasierian push.

Frasier: Gosh, Roz, isn't that great news? I feel as if a weight has been lifted from me. Oh, it's marvelous.
Roz: She's charging you more money and we just lost Spokane.
Frasier: Big picture. The future is firmly in front of me.
Roz: Isn't the future always in front of you?
Frasier: Yes, but not firmly.

Niles: I think I figured it out. Bebe wants to have sex with a human male to bring about the Apocalypse.

Frasier: I'll tell you what, why don't we just discuss it over dinner?
Dr. Phil: Love to, can't. I am so busy. Personal appearances and book signings and interviews. I've got this agent that's got me going twenty-five/eight. In fact, speak of the devil, here she comes.
Bebe: Phil, darling! That was sensational.

Gertrude: Here ya go. I couldn't remember if you wanted it black or not, so I brought it both ways.
Frasier: Well, that's very thoughtful of you. Thank you. [Hands back the unwanted cup]
Gertrude: No, you might as well keep it. You're paying for both.

Bebe: Isn't he marvelous? He's a cowboy wrapped in a genius wrapped in a dream... wrapped in another cowboy.
Roz: I cannot believe that I have the same agent as Dr. Phil!
Bebe: Actually, you don't. Somebody as big as Dr. Phil needs all of my attention. But rest assured you are being handled ably by an agent in whom I have the utmost confidence.
Roz: Who is it?
Bebe: I want to say Tim.

Niles: Still, I can't help thinking there's something Faustian about this whole thing.
Frasier: Faust was a moron. I'm gonna be a star!

Frasier: Dad, why aren't you dressed? It's four in the afternoon.
Martin: Oh, I've been working nights. My body clock's off. I'm eating bacon and eggs at night and drinking beer in the morning.
Frasier: That's what you always do.
Martin: Yeah, but now I'm tired all the time.