A gold-leaf candle snuffer?
Huh. My, what a spendthrift this Charles X was.
Of course I want you to bid on it for me, Greg.
Now, start waving your paddle.
-Hey. -Oh, Roz, you got my message.
Yeah, said you had good news.
-Yes. -What's up?
More importantly, what's down.
Oh, fun. Wordplay.
No, no, the ratings are out for KACL's first six months
of All Salsa Radio.
-And they were lousy? -They aspire to lousy.
So they'll be looking for a new format.
-Better yet, an old format. -Think they're gonna bring us back?
-That's the scuttlebutt on the street. -Oh, this is great. Aren't you thrilled?
I'd be shouting it from the rooftops if I weren't saving my instrument.
-Oh, thank you. -May I help you?
Non-fat cap.
I haven't seen you before.
-I'm Roz. This is Frasier. -Colette.
Ah, your mother was a fan of the great French novelist
and raconteur Sidonie Gabrielle Colette.
Okay. Yeah.
Hey, guys, you won't… Whoa!
Any more like you at home?
-No. -Good, we'll have privacy.
-Short drip. -Colette.
-You guys see these numbers? -Yes.
-Salsa Radio is in el dumper-acha. -See?
KACL is gonna be on their knees begging us to come back to work.
You know that lady from the temp agency
who's saying I have a bad attitude?
I can't wait to tell that bean-counting fathead
where she can put her time sheet.
-I'm quitting on the way home. -Oh…
What? Did you say something?
No, no, never mind.
I better cancel my lecture next week. Can't be out of town if I'm working.
-No, no… -Is everything all right, Colette?
-Oh, I hate this. -What?
Well, I overhear things. I'm not trying to.
It just happens when you're a waitress.
You overheard something about KACL?
They're not dropping Salsa.
-What? -How do you know that?
Well, the station owner was in this morning, and he said:
"It's my station. I like salsa music, and I'm sticking with it."
But that could mean anything.
I knew I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.
This stinks! This is total BS!
What are you so upset about, Bulldog? You've got a job.
Not anymore.
I got canned for saying something on the air.
I was talking with this golfer chick
who said she wants to enter the Women's Open.
Like I'm supposed to leave that alone.
I'm starting to think we're never going back to work.
They can't stay with a failing format forever.
In three months, if the numbers are this bad,
they'll have to make a change.
Three months is an eternity.
My rent's gone up. The baby stuff cost a fortune.
I stopped buying Alice those pink headbands
for little girls whose hair hasn't come in yet.
Now, when we go out, I just call her Howard.
Well, you know what, if things have gotten that tight,
let me lend you some money to tide you over.
-That's sweet, but I couldn't. -No, please.
It's not a hardship. I'll be fine for the next three months.
I don't know. I'm not sure I feel comfortable taking money from you.
Try putting your hair in a bun. That used to help Lilith.
Now, how much can I give you?
Fifteen hundred?
-I mean, I wouldn't ask for so much… -No, no, none of my business.
You can just pay me back whenever you'd like.
This is your money to do with as you see fit.
There we are.
Thank you.
Oh, please, don't even mention it.
Makes me feel good to share my good fortune with someone.
I just got a call from my antique scout.
He's found a gilded candle snuffer that the Seattle Museum
would pay a pretty penny for to have in their collection.
COLETTE: Oh…
I hate her.
FRASIER: Look, I'm sorry, Niles. I have no idea where it is.
-I'm not even sure I own one. -Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Have you seen Frasier's frittata pan?
Hi. Marty Crane. I don't believe we've met.
Dad, what on earth are you doing?
Oh, Eddie's woozy.
There's this vicious blue jay on the terrace who keeps teasing him.
Then Eddie goes chasing after him and slams into that glass door.
This bird just struts around, big as you please,
laughing that snooty bird laugh.
Snooty bird laugh?
[LAUGHS]
Yeah, like that.
I wanna put stickums on the door so that Eddie remembers it's glass.
Oh, yes, Dad, by all means.
Let's add rainbow decals to the nose prints
and the bits of fur that already festoon it.
You're grouchy for somebody who just got his job back.
That's because I'm not getting my job back.
What happened? You said it was a sure thing.
Well, it wasn't.
I spoke with Bebe. They're keeping Salsa.
-I'm sorry. -FRASIER: Yes, well, don't despair, Dad.
There are other jobs. Bebe told me that I'm on the short list
for the voice of Chester "The Yummy Nut" Squirrel.
[DOOR OPENS]
All right, don't anyone go out in this weather.
I am so soaked, my dress is pasted right onto me.
It's a good thing I had this coat in the trunk.
Yes, that was lucky. Let me take it for you.
No, it's all right. I'll keep it on for the moment. Thanks.
Here you are, Dr. Crane.
I stopped off at the Trianon Day Spa and picked up your papaya exfoliant
-and neck cream pour l'homme. -FRASIER: Thanks, Daphne.
I wouldn't have sent you out in this weather if it weren't an emergency.
Oh, I saw Roz down at the spa,
having herself an all-day beauty treatment.
Now, that's strange.
Why?
Well, Roz has been a little cash-poor lately.
In fact, I gave her a loan myself this morning.
Then she heads down to the Trianon.
I have half a mind to have a word with her about it.
Bad idea. If you loaned her that money, it's hers now.
It's none of your business what she does with it.
-That's what I told her. Still… -Trust me.
More friendships have been ruined because of something like this.
Smartest thing you can do is never bring it up.
I'm aware of that, Dad.
It's just that she must have gone straight from the café to the spa.
Don't you think that's odd?
Well, not when you stack it up against a man who uses neck cream.
Before you mock this product, you might recall you went to that spa.
-What? -Don't you remember?
Two years ago, for your birthday, I gave you that special gift certificate
for you and Sherry to have a day of indulgence.
You told me you used it.
Oh, yeah. Right.
Remind us, Dad, what treatments did you have?
Oh, we did the whole shooting match.
They rubbed us all over,
and then they washed us down with this liniment oil.
And then they hit us with those hickory sticks.
You've heard us talk about it enough, you'd be able to bluff better than that.
You'd be surprised at what I don't listen to.
I'm sorry. I hope you're not mad.
Mad? No, I'm delighted.
If you have the certificate, we can go together.
No, I don't think so.
Oh, please, I need this.
A spa's just not my speed.
I just keep picturing myself standing over some drain
being hosed down like some old circus animal.
But, Dad, I can't afford this sort of thing for myself anymore.
I'd go without you, but the certificate's in your name.
-Please? -Oh, all right.
Oh, great.
I'm gonna make a reservation before you change your mind.
MARTIN: What are you smirking at?
Oh, I'm just musing about the timeless moments
that bind a father to son.
A game of catch, a trip to a little fishing hole,
a shared rainforest mud facial.
Oh, Niles, I thought today was your spa day.
It is. I'm on my way. I need it now more than ever.
Last night at the Shangri-La,
-the most scandalous thing happened. -Now's not the best time.
Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there. I'll have…
A non-fat cappuccino?
Good guess.
No, I've waited on you before.
Oh, I don't think so. I'm very observant.
Anyway…
I was invited to a housewarming party for a new arrival, Stewey.
I hadn't been there two minutes when I heard a pop.
Looked up to see the '81 Château Haut-Brion I brought
being decanted into a punch bowl of sangria,
canned fruit and erotic ice cubes.
I haven't been so depressed since Maris started seeing
-What's-His-Name. -Schenkman.
-Thank you. -Uh-huh.
Hey, guys.
-Oh, Roz. -Hello, Roz.
Shopping really takes it out of you.
Really? Stocking up on supplies for baby Alice?
Oh, no. It's mama's turn today. I'll be back in a minute.
Bidwell's? My God, isn't that a little pricey?
I'll say. It's Maris' favorite store.
They give points for every dollar you spend there.
One year, she got enough
to have Tony Bennett come to our house and sing.
Well, at this rate she's gonna go through that loan in no time.
I'm wondering if I should talk with her.
I understand your impulse, but I'm with Dad on this one.
Questioning her about that money,
-it's just going to lead to trouble. -I'm not sure I agree.
The entire point may be moot anyway.
How do I know there's anything more extravagant in here
-than calendars and socks? -Don't even think about it.
You know as well as I do there is no justification
for going through her bags.
You're right, there isn't.
-Now there is. -Frasier.
Just shut up and keep a lookout. God, a cashmere sweater.
Bidwell's private labeled perfume.
-Here she comes. -What, oh, my keys.
That is the last time I wear the shoes out of the store.
My feet are killing me.
I should go. I wanna get down to the spa before Dad.
He may bridle when the front desk clerk asks him
if he prefers a man or a woman.
Wow. Is that the time? I gotta meet Carol for lunch at La Goulue.
-La Goulue? -Yeah.
-Roz, before you go, there's… -Oh, I know.
If I drop your name, they'll give me better service. I'll call you later.
-Can I get you anything else? -Yes, a taxi.
I already called.
[LIQUID POURING]
Oh, damn.
Oh, not to worry, Dr. Crane.
-I'll have that spot cleaned up. -Thank you, Daphne.
Lock up your daughters. The men are back from the hunt.
Oh, well, boys, how was your day at the spa?
NILES: Fantastic. You should have seen Dad.
I walked by the serenity room
just as Olga and Sergei were giving him a full-body sudsing.
I never felt so clean and so dirty at the same time.
See you later, Dad. Great day.
-All right, how bad was it? -Mortifying.
First of all, he refused to go nude, even in the private rooms.
Well, Niles, don't forget, Dad is of a different generation.
Wearing socks and underpants and carrying a wallet into a mud bath
is not a generational issue.
If you ever hear me offer to take Dad to a spa again,
wash out my mouth with jug wine.
Did you ever get your keys back from Roz?
No, no. Actually, I had to wait the entire day
before she found them in her bag.
She's on her way over here right now.
It gives me a chance to talk to her about her spending.
Frasier, why do you insist on traipsing into that minefield?
Niles, I don't want to talk to her about it, I have to.
For God's sake, at the rate she's spending,
she's gonna be out of money before we're back to work.
And frankly, I'm just a bit annoyed with the way she flaunts it in my face.
Expensive lunches. Needless extravagances.
Frankly, I think the entire thing's just a bit insensitive, don't you?
Oh, excuse me.
Not to interrupt, but six months ago, you borrowed $40 from me.
We were at the wine shop, remember?
You couldn't quite scrape together enough for a bottle
of your precious Chateau Mr. Fussy-Pants.
So I lent you the money.
And have I said a peep about it since? No.
I just sit here, quietly reusing my tea bags,
while you trundle off to your private clubs
ordering gourmet this and imported that.
"Are the cigars Cuban? Are the tulips Dutch?
"Oh, good news."
My personal shopper just found a dozen antique pudding plates."
Who has 12 people over for pudding?
So you gave poor Roz a bit of money.
It hasn't changed your life, has it,
you sherry-swilling, foie-gras-munching hypocrite?
Daphne, I did repay you.
What?
I paid for that parking ticket.
Fifty dollars, as I recall. That means you owe me 10.
Oh, right. Well, I'm glad you said something.
It's not good to let these things fester.
Niles, I think I'm having a weird reaction to that spa stuff.
My skin's starting to tingle and tighten up.
That's the citrus reacting with your natural oils. It's a good sign.
Well, it doesn't feel so good.
I just scratched my chin and my eyelid closed.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Oh, that'll be Roz.
Maybe I'll take my leave before the fur starts to fly.
Oh, Niles, there's not gonna be any fur flying.
Unless, of course, she bought one on the way over here.
-Hello, Roz. -Hey, Niles.
-Roz. -Are you on your way out?
Yes. Good night.
-Well, here are your keys. -Oh, thank you, Roz.
We had to turn the whole café inside out looking for them.
I would've been here a lot sooner, but I stopped to get you something.
Roz, oh, gosh, you know, you really shouldn't have.
I wanted to. This is just my way of saying thank you
for how great you've been.
Well, you see, you really shouldn't have.
I mean, for one thing, it's just…
Gosh, it is lovely, Roz. It's just that…
There's something I need to talk to you about.
No, that decanter is not just to say thank you.
It's also to say congratulations.
Station manager called me half an hour ago.
I made him promise he'd let me tell you.
The board has reconsidered. They're changing formats.
-They're bringing us back! -Oh, Roz, that's fantastic!
We start tomorrow.
What's going on?
Good news, Dad, good news. We got our jobs back at KACL.
Oh, great. Congratulations.
Well, I thought we'd at least get a smile out of you.
I thought I was smiling.
[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]
This is so great! We're all back together again!
Hey, Noel, good to see you. What have you been up to?
Well, actually, I never left.
[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]
Adios, Maria.
ROZ: Hi, everybody!
ALL: Roz!
-Oh, God. -Isn't this the best?
It's so great to see everyone. Bulldog and Noel, Frasier, you.
God, I didn't think I'd ever see this place again.
It's like we're soldiers coming back from the war.
I'm home!
Well, you know, as much as I'd like to continue the celebration,
in three minutes, we have a show. Come on, Roz, let's go!
[GASPS]
Oh, God. Noel?
Oh, I just wanted to say I missed you most of all, Roz.
Oh, well, thanks, Noel. That's so sweet.
Yes, that certainly is sweet, Noel. Off you go.
Me? Nothing much has changed.
Still living with my mom,
still working on that Klingon-to-English dictionary.
Noel, how do you say goodbye in Klingon?
Well, it depends. If you're talking to a superior officer…
-Noel! -Krish-Krush.
I am so thrilled to be back.
Oh, God, so am I, Roz.
You know what? I couldn't get a wink of sleep last night.
I put the time to good use. I composed a speech to open the show.
ROZ: Oh, that's great.
You know, as I was falling asleep last night,
it occurred to me that you wanted to talk to me about something.
Right. Right. Oh, well, you know,
I just had a little bone to pick with you. But it's gone by the wayside now.
-Are you sure? -Oh, absolutely.
You know how things are when you're out of work.
You just get a little crazy about little stuff.
Oh, tell me about it. I mean, the money stuff alone…
-Well, as a matter of fact… -What?
No, no, no, it's just not an issue anymore, Roz.
Now, come on.
Well, all right, it's just that I thought the way you were spending money
was a little unwise.
You know, spa days, expensive lunches, Bidwell's perfume.
I just thought, you know, you were unemployed.
But, you know what? You're employed now, so there it is.
End of subject. I won't even bring it up again.
-I never told you I bought that perfume. -Hm?
Well, I…
You didn't have to. I can smell it on you.
I'm not wearing any.
You're kidding.
My goodness, is that you? Well, then, you should sweat into bottles.
We got a show to do.
The only way you could know that
is if you were looking through my shopping bag… The keys.
-Roz, we really should be setting up. -I can't believe this.
You were searching through my bags? What, is this about the loan?
All right, fine.
I gave you $1500 and suddenly, you were off on a spending spree.
Excuse me, but weren't you the one that said
I could spend it any way I wanted?
I just thought you were gonna be more responsible.
Oh, so now I'm irresponsible.
No, no, I'm just saying that a woman in your situation…
What situation?
Oh, I know what this is all about.
-My baby. -Roz…
-That's what this irresponsible stuff… -No, that is not what I meant!
Well, listen, obviously, I am not to be trusted
with your precious money, so I'm paying you back.
And not that it's any of your business, but Carol took me out to La Goulue.
And my mother gave me a day at the spa.
And those shoes were a store credit.
Oh, and I bought the perfume.
Well, that was just for me because I wanted it.
Roz, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say any of those things.
-Too late. -I can't stand to have you mad at me.
Look, let me take you to dinner tonight. We can discuss it after work, all right?
-You're on. -Thank you.
No, you're on in five seconds.
Good afternoon, Seattle.
This is Dr. Frasier Crane, and we're back.
But don't worry. I may have been gone a while,
but I think I can remember how all these knobs and buttons work.
[SALSA MUSIC PLAYS]
[MUSIC STOPS]
I see they've moved the cough button.
Well, anyway, I composed some thoughts last night
about what the show has meant to me these last years
and, well, I'd like to share it with you now.
I realized I have a lot to feel grateful for.
Grateful for my listeners who trusted me with their problems.
And grateful for the person whom I most trust.
It's not an exaggeration to say I put my career in this woman's hands every day
and she never lets me down.
She shoulders many responsibilities here and in her personal life
with a grace and skill that I admire more than she'll ever know.
I am proud to call her my friend.
My producer, Roz Doyle.
Well, now, on to the show.
And if I'm a bit rusty, I hope you'll forgive me.
After all, to err is human.
-I hope you'll look into your hearts… -All right, Frasier, you're forgiven.
FRASIER: Oh, good. All right.
Well, we've got a quick word from our sponsor
and then we'll be back with your calls.
Back after this.
Thanks, Frasier.
-I'm sorry I got so mad. -Oh, Roz, you had every right to.
How can I think you would squander the money I gave you that way?
-You'd never be that irresponsible. -Well, I wouldn't.
If it was on your mind, I'm glad you brought it up.
I like that we can be honest with each other.
I like that too.
And I'm so touched that you stayed up all night last night
and wrote all those things about me.
I meant every word.
Hey, Dr. Crane, great speech.
-I loved what you said about Roz. -Oh, thank you, Noel.
Hey, Bulldog, can you lend me some money?
-Sure. How much? -Fifteen hundred. I wrote a bad check.
Hey, wait a minute. There's nothing in here about Roz.
Noel, put that down.
"Like Napoleon's triumphant return from Elba…"
Krish-Krush! Krish-Krush!
[INAUDIBLE]