Frasier1993

Bebe:
After dinner is the time I need a cigarette most. As long as I don't stop eating, I'll be fine.

Frasier:
This is very good, Bebe. You're already identifying those moments that trigger your worst cravings.

Bebe:
[sarcastic] Yeah, yeah!

Frasier:
No, really, perhaps it would help to know that you're not alone. Dad is an ex-smoker; Dad, can you tell us about when you crave a cigarette most?

Martin:
Ah, when I had insomnia. I'd get up, pour a glass full of Bourbon, light a cigarette, next thing you know, I couldn't keep my eyes open. Nothing relaxes you like a cigarette. Of course, it gives you a hell of a headache in the morning.

Daphne:
Well, I smoked for years but 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:
You know there's a word for people who can do that... what is it? Oh yes - b*tch!

Niles:
There's no need to be insulting just because you're wrestling with an unhealthy and disgusting habit.

Bebe:
It isn't disgusting; it's wonderful!

Frasier:
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 coaxing that first sweet cylinder out of its hiding place and bringing it slowly up to my lips. Striking a match, watching it burst into a perfect little flame and knowing that soon that flame will be inside me!

[Begins displaying innuendo]

Bebe:
I love the first puff, pulling it into my lungs... little fingers of smoking filling me, caressing me, feeling that warmth penetrate deeper and deeper until I think I'm going to burst!

[Frasier raises his eyebrow]

Bebe:
Then 'woosh!'... watching it flow out of me in a lovely sinuous cloud, no two ever quite the same!

Daphne:
[Visibly aroused, as are the others] More potatoes, anyone?