Bebe: After dinner is the time I need a cigarette most; as long as I don't stop eating I'll be fine.
Daphne: Well, I smoked for years and I never became addicted. To this day I can buy a pack, have a cig or two, toss them in a drawer, and not crave another for months.
Bebe: There's a word for people who can do that. What is it? Oh, yes: bitch.
Niles: There's no need to be insulting just because your wrestling with an unhealthy and disgusting habit.
Bebe: It isn't disgusting. It's wonderful!
Frasier: All right. Now Bebe, tell me, what is so wonderful about smoking?
Bebe: Everything. I like the way a fresh, firm pack feels in my hand. I like peeling away that little piece of cellophane and seeing it twinkle in the light. I like coasting that first, sweet cylinder out of it's hiding place and bringing it slowly to my lips. Striking a match. Watching it burst into a perfect, little flame and knowing that soon that flame will be inside me. I love the first puff, pulling it into my lungs. Little fingers of smoke filling me, caressing me, feeling that warmth penetrate deeper and deeper until I think I'm going to burst then WHOOSH! Watching it flow out of me in a lovely sinuous cloud; no two ever quite the same.
Daphne: More potatoes anyone?
(Everyone reaches for food.)