[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
ROZ: Faster, Frasier, faster!
You can make that light!
Oh, stop, you're gonna get us killed!
I can't be late for this date. Right! Take a right here!
Oh, this is ridiculous!
First the dry cleaners, then the ATM,
now you make me cart you off to some restaurant.
I'm sorry. I didn't plan for my car to be in the shop.
I really, really appreciate it, Frasier.
Oh, a basket of fruit would suffice.
I am changing for my date.
Don't look at me. Turn around. Turn all the way around.
-I'm driving! -Fine, fine.
-Hand me my jeans, will you? -Here.
Oh, oh, great.
This is just what I need. There's a police car behind us.
Please, don't turn on the red light. Don't turn on the red light.
-Don't turn on the red light. -Damn it, Frasier!
Don't worry, Frasier, you're not gonna get a ticket.
You're a celebrity. Use a little juice.
-Oh, I refuse to do anything of the sort. -Well, enjoy traffic school.
Good evening, Officer.
I'm Dr. Frasier Crane.
If that's a problem, I'm listening.
You were going 62 in a 40-mile zone.
Well, this is interesting.
-Usually both people are in the back seat. -It's not what you think.
We were just coming back from KACL where I do my radio show.
Uh-huh.
You see, we ran a little late 'cause I was on with a very troubled caller
with a very complex psychological problem…
On my radio show.
Hey, wait a minute. You're Dr. Frasier Crane!
Drat! My cover is blown.
I love your show. I listen to it all the time.
Oh, well, thank you. Thank you very much.
-It's always a pleasure to… -License and registration, please.
I'm being arrested by a fan.
Roz, if you could delay ablutions, I am in custody here.
Hey, it's your birthday today.
Is this a little celebration?
No, no, I'm simply taking my producer to meet her date.
Frasier, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?
I'd have thrown you a birthday party at the station.
Question asked, question answered.
I'm just going to be dropping Roz off,
have a cold plate of deli, get to bed early.
Almost makes you feel sorry for me, doesn't it?
I spent my last birthday subduing a drunk and disorderly at a sleazy bar.
Don't you hate to work on your birthday?
He was my date.
Tell you what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna let you off.
Just think of this as a little birthday gift from me.
-Thank you. -But slow down.
I'd hate to see you get hurt.
I'm listening.
Hey
let's go.
Well, did you sense a little moment there?
What are you talking about?
Between me and that very attractive officer.
It just felt like there was something there.
Yeah, major sparks. Now it's the right pedal.
-The big pedal on the right. -Just a minute.
I want to see if she's watching me.
If she's watching, it means she's interested.
Oh, yes, oh, oh, she's turning around.
-She's looking up. -OFFICER [OVER SPEAKER Move your vehicle!
Oh, yes, I've cast my spell.
Go ahead. Make a wish.
Oh, why bother?
I made the same wish last year. It didn't come true.
Come on, son. Blow out the candles.
Oh, what a surprise.
Look, they're lighting again.
What sorcerer's magic is this?
You know, Dad, I had a nice little birthday bonus today.
On my way home I was pulled over for speeding by a very pretty policewoman
who let me off.
I got the distinct impression that she found me attractive.
Now that sort of thing happens, doesn't it?
Oh, sure. I was always leaning against somebody's window thinking,
"That bloody chainsaw in the back seat looks kind of iffy,
but she's got a cute smile."
Well, ha, ha.
I'm telling you there was something there, though.
Of course, the whole conversation's academic.
Don't even know her name.
I suppose I could call down to the police station
try to find out who was on traffic duty,
but I don't suppose they'd give that sort of information to a civilian.
You have to have some conduit to the Police Department,
an insider who could break that damnable code of silence.
All right, I'll make the damn call.
-You, Dad? Why, I didn't even think… -Oh, shut up.
You know, I haven't felt such an instant attraction to a woman in quite some time.
Well, considering the difference in our backgrounds, it's really rather puzzling.
Oh, pish, tosh!
It's patently obvious what's attracting you.
The gleam of her jack boots, her dangling night stick,
the glint of her handcuffs hanging on her leather belt.
You're off on some lurid little disciplinary fantasy.
Oh, Dr. Crane, shame on you!
You've got icing all up and down your sleeve.
Oh, I am a naughty boy.
Well, certainly a messy one.
But mainly… a naughty one.
MARTIN: Hey, hey, Charlie?
Yeah, Marty Crane. How are you doing?
Hey, listen, Charlie,
I'm trying to track down a woman officer who was on traffic tonight.
-Uh, near… -Blanchard and 4th.
Blanchard and 4th.
Great. Okay. Thanks.
Her name's Maureen Cutler and she usually goes to McGinty's after work.
-Charlie said she's probably there now. -Thanks, Dad.
-MARTIN: You gonna go? -I don't know, a police bar.
If I go in there alone, I'll stand out like a sore thumb.
All right, I'll go.
Just sit down, Niles. I'll go with him.
You know, after all these hoity-toity,
caviar-sucking egghead types you've been dating,
I think a lady cop would be a nice breath of fresh air.
Oh, all right, I'll go.
Just give me a second.
I'll put some fresh collar stays in,
and, oh, I've got a fabulous brand-new cashmere jacket
I've been dying to premiere.
Oh, yeah, this is gonna work.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Do you see her yet? -I don't know.
What about her?
No, that's not Maureen.
No, I mean, what about her?
Oh, there she is!
Wow, she is a looker.
Come on, let's go say hello.
Oh, well, oh, my God, fancy seeing you here.
-Hey, Frasier Crane. -Oh, you remember me.
Come on.
Sixty-two in a 40-mile zone with a half-naked girl in your back seat.
-Roz. -Oh.
So, this is my father.
How do you do? I'm Maureen Cutler.
-Marty Crane. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
Say Maureen, how about a drink?
-Yeah, why not? -Let me get them.
I'm a beer drinker myself. What about you?
-That's fine by me. -Beer, huh?
Oh, what the hell, I'll try one.
So, what brings you guys here?
-This is mostly a cop hangout. -Well, I used to be on the force.
-Really? -Yeah.
Wait a minute. Marty Crane?
You're Martin Crane.
You're wasting your time in traffic. You're quite a detective.
No, I mean I remember you when I was in training.
You gave this great lecture at the Academy on how to deal with an armed suspect.
Well, thanks.
How come you left the force?
Well, I got shot by an armed suspect.
-Oh, I'm sorry. -No, it's all right.
So do you miss it?
Nah, how attached can you get to a hip?
-[PAGER BEEPING] -Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I have to get over to the hospital.
I told 'em to beep me if there was any news about my sergeant.
-What happened to him? -She's having a baby.
Oh, well, hope it's a girl.
-Yeah, I'll tell Frasier you had to run. -Thanks.
Listen, I never do this,
but I would love to have a beer or go to dinner sometime.
-With me? -I don't want to put you on the spot.
If you… if you want to go out, just give me a call.
With me?
You're the only one here.
Here we are, three beers.
Good news. There was a fly in one glass so they're free!
Sorry, I got beeped.
Oh, that's too bad.
Yeah, but it was nice to see you.
Maybe I'll bump into you again here sometime.
-Oh, that'd be great. -Okay, bye.
FRASIER: Bye.
Well, I think that went very well, don't you?
I'll have a Grandé half-caf latte with a whisper of cinnamon
and for my father,
plain coffee.
I cannot emphasize the word "plain" enough.
No foam. No cinnamon.
No exotic flavors.
If it is not plain, I take no responsibility for the consequences.
How about a biscotti?
All right, but when you bring it, call it a cookie.
-Hi, son. -Hello, Dad.
Uh, I want to thank you for meeting me like this.
Well, my pleasure.
So, what can I do you for?
Well…
I need some advice.
Advice?
-That's why you asked me here? -Yeah.
-You've never done this before. -Yeah, well, I'm sorry.
-Do you remember the other… -I want you to know I'm not only
deeply touched, but I consider this a watershed moment in our relationship.
-Great. -For all my life
it's like you've always turned to Frasier.
-Frasier, Frasier, Frasier. -Niles, can I talk?
I'm listening.
Here we are. One latte.
One coffee.
And one cookie.
I think they call this thing a biscotti.
No need to talk down to the man. Off you go.
Well, anyway remember the other night?
Frasier's policewoman?
Mm-hmm.
Well, we found her at the bar, and…
Well, she came on to me.
-No! -Yeah.
-You? -Yeah.
Was she drunk?
Oh, I'm sorry. Of course, Dad, I'm sorry.
What was Frasier's reaction?
-I haven't told him yet. -Why not?
-I just can't. -Can I?
You know, I know he's gonna feel lousy.
He finally meets a girl he likes, and she's attracted to his old man.
That is quite a conundrum.
I wonder if that's what's really bothering you.
What do you mean?
Maybe underneath it all, you're attracted to this woman
-and you want to go out with her. -Oh, are you nuts? That's sick.
That's disgusting.
But for the sake of argument, let's say you're right.
Dad, you're allowed to be attracted to a woman.
What kind of a father does a thing like that?
Did you encourage her in any way?
Well, I guess I was kind of charming.
I mean, I didn't mean to be. It just sometimes leaks out.
Well, what do you want to do?
Well, most important, I don't want to hurt Frasier.
And, secondly, I wanna go out with Maureen.
The order of that changes depending on the time of day.
One possibility is go on a date with her.
If you feel there are sparks between you and this woman, then tell Frasier.
-I don't wanna lie to my son. -You're not lying to him.
You're delaying the truth to spare his feelings.
If nothing happens, he need never know.
No, I guess it's worth a try.
If Maureen and I hit it off, then I'll tell him immediately.
Or I can. Really, I don't mind.
Hi, Dad.
Oh, Frasier, you're still home.
Yeah. Where are you going?
Just out.
What are you gonna do?
Nothing.
When are you gonna be home?
Later.
Well, you put a dent in the car, young man, it's coming out of your allowance.
And I've got my pride, you know. So I said to her,
I said, "Mrs. Grayson, I'll do the cooking, I'll do the cleaning.
But I draw the line at creaming your feet."
Hey, hurry up! The Mambo Kings is about to start.
Oh, I wouldn't mind mamboing with Antonio Banderas.
Oh, me neither.
All right, set out the goodies, and I'll go get the wine.
Oh, and this time, Charlotte, be careful with that chocolate.
I had a hell of a time hiding the stain from his nibs. Oh!
-Hello, Dr. Crane. -Daphne. Charlotte. Maggie.
-Hello, Dr. Crane. -FRASIER: Please sit down.
I thought you were filling in at the station tonight.
Oh, I am, but not for a couple of hours yet.
[MOUTHING]
Oh, well, seems a shame to hang around here.
I mean, I would've thought you'd have taken an opportunity like this to,
oh, I don't know, go down to McGinty's, for example.
Oh, to see his new lady friend, you mean?
Ah. I see I've been quite the hot topic over the teapot.
You know, I may have said a thing or two in passing, but…
I'd go for it, Dr. Crane.
Yes, well, if you must know, I was planning to go down there,
but not for a couple of days yet.
Well, I wouldn't wait too long. Strike while the iron's hot.
-That's what I always say. -Oh, she's right.
Well, women don't really like men that are too over-eager.
Oh, nonsense.
I mean, you know, it's one thing if the man's some barmy git from the docks,
but it's different if the man's like you.
-Someone who's charming… -And handsome.
And knows lots and lots of words.
She could be down there right now nursing a gin and tonic,
casting hopeful glances towards the door.
Oh.
Well, McGinty's is on my way to the station.
Suppose I could just pop my head in.
Thank you, ladies, for your support,
even if it was nakedly self-serving and insincere.
So they finally put my transfer through,
and I'm moving out of traffic into narcotics.
Yeah, I'm gonna be working with Bill Henderson at the 31st.
Good for you.
I'm excited, although I hear he can be pretty tough.
Oh, no. I mean, he might seem a little stiff and straight-laced,
but once you get to know him, he's the greatest guy in the world.
-MAUREEN: he is pretty impressive. -MARTIN: Oh, yeah.
Smart. Great sense of humor.
No, you're gonna have a great time with him.
Dad, I can't believe you're doing this!
-Frasier? -Look, I was gonna tell you.
Believe me, I did not put him up to this.
Although I think he's over-selling me a little.
I'm not "the greatest guy in the world." Seattle, maybe.
-Am I missing something? -Oh, I'm just joking.
Okay, Dad, thanks for warming her up for me, huh?
I can take over here.
Martin?
Come on, Martin, you heard her.
Come on, what does she have to do, send up smoke signals?
Frasier, Maureen and I are here on a date.
You might think this is one of those wildly embarrassing moments
where I'm standing here with egg on my face.
I assure you, I'm not as embarrassed as you might assume
that I would be embarrassed.
I'm not uncomfortable, so, please, don't you be uncomfortable either.
-Why don't I give you two a moment, huh? -Whatever.
-You asked her out? -No, that's not the way it happened.
There's no use lying to me.
I'm at the lowest point I could be and so, please, just tell me the truth.
Maureen asked me out.
Going down.
It happened the other night when you went to the bar to get drinks.
You know, it just caught me off guard.
I didn't know how to handle it, so Niles told me that I should…
Niles?
-Niles knows? -Look, I'm sorry.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing just to see if there was something there.
And if there wasn't, then you didn't even need to know about it.
Well, is there… something there?
Oh, yeah.
Well, it's not as if we were standing side-by-side when she chose you.
I was at the bar.
If you had gone to get the drinks, things would've been different.
I don't think so.
Dad, I'm drowning here.
Please, throw me a line, will you?
I'm gonna go tell her this whole thing was a mistake.
No, no, no, no, no, Dad, no, no.
I'll be all right. Really.
So old dog's still got it in him, huh?
Yeah.
Well, how long can it last?
I mean, she's gotta come to her senses eventually.
Oh, no, no, Dad, Dad, don't sell yourself short.
You've got a lot to offer.
Well, I've gotta… Gonna head off to work.
-Good night, Dad. -Good night. Thanks.
Damn!
ROZ: Uh-huh. Okay, thanks.
Frasier just came in the building, so everybody hide and be quiet.
Do you think he'll be surprised?
Considering his birthday was yesterday, yeah, I do, Elizabeth.
Should we yell "surprise!" or "happy birthday"?
We've done this like 500 times.
And every time is pretty much the same.
We yell, the person pretends to be surprised,
and we stuff ourselves with cake.
I just wanted it to be perfect.
And that is what makes you so special to us.
Now get under the console!
Hi, Frasier.
-How are you doing? -Just wonderful.
Forty-three is off to a rousing start.
Remember that policewoman I was interested in?
-Yeah. -Well, she's dating my father.
Your father?
Never mind that. I know just what will take your mind off of it.
I've got something funny in my booth.
I spent the last hour wandering the streets
trying to take assessment of my life.
Do you know how long it's been since I've slept with a woman?
-Seven months! -Frasier.
All right, nine months!
I don't think we should talk about that right now.
Oh, sure, fine.
You can't spare me five minutes to talk about my problems,
when every day I drop what I'm doing to be your personal wailing wall.
"Frasier, he stopped calling me." "Frasier, he wants his key back."
"Frasier, his girlfriend is having me followed."
I'm sorry.
So, nine months, huh?
Nine long, long months.
-You know who that woman was? -Who?
-Edna from Accounting. -No.
The next day she dumped me.
I tell you, Roz, I'm starting to feel nostalgic
for that summer in my 20s when I was impotent.
The only comfort that I have now
is knowing that my humiliation can't possibly get any worse.
ALL: Surprise!
Hi, Edna.
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
♪ Hey, baby, I hear the blues a-callin' ♪
♪ Tossed salads and scrambled eggs ♪
Oh, my.
♪ And maybe I seem a bit confused ♪
♪ Well, maybe, but I got you pegged ♪
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
♪ But I don't know what to do ♪
♪ With those tossed salads and scrambled eggs ♪
♪ They're callin' again ♪
Good night, everybody!