Well, Morrie, if you're not cheating on your wife,
and she still suspects you,
then we're obviously dealing with a trust issue.
MORRIE: More like a crazy issue.
And I know where she gets it-- from her mother.
Who, by the way, came for Thanksgiving
and still hasn't left.
Happy New Year.
Perhaps we should tackle these issues one at a time.
(knocking on door)
I'm in the bathroom, Celeste.
A little privacy?
You see how she gets?
Well, perhaps what is needed here is a...
CELESTE: You think I don't know
who you're in there talking to, Morrie?
It's your little whore, isn't it?
Hello, whore.
Celeste, if I could interrupt for just a moment...
A man?! It's worse than I thought!
WOMAN 2: Celeste!
CELESTE: Hang up, Ma.
MA: You're all on the radio.
I'm listening in the kitchen .
MORRIE: How about washing a dish or two while you're down there?
GIRL: I cannot stand this yelling.
I'm running away from home ! .
MORRIE: Hang up the phone, Britney.
You're going nowhere.
And neither is this conversation.
Well, that's our show for today,
with a brief program note.
My KACL colleagues and I are competing
against a team at KPXY
to see who can shed the most pounds for charity.
We're off to our first weigh-in right now.
You can keep track of our progress
on Channel 6's Coffee With Kelly.
Wish us luck.
Okay, everybody. Iet's power this crap down .
Why?
The more you eat before the contest,
the more you artificially boost your starting weight.
We got cheeseburgers, doughnuts, french fries, tacos.
And a duck confit that's as rich as Donald Trump
and twice as greasy.
Well, it hardly seems in the spirit of the competition.
The entire premise here is to raise awareness
about the obesity epidemic in this country.
Come on, Frasier.
The winning team gets a free trip to Vegas!
(all cheering)
Four glorious days in Sin City,
with all its gaudy brilliance--
the feathered headdresses, the fishnet stockings...
I'm just wearing an aloha shirt, myself.
Come on, Shempsky, pick up the pace.
I have a digestive disorder
where if I eat too much or too little,
I get incapacitating stomach cramps.
ROZ: It's okay, Noel.
You do what's right for you.
But wouldn't a trip to Vegas be really fun?
And remember, what happens in Vegas...
stays in Vegas.
Eat up, Doc.
I will do no such thing.
It's not fair, and it is unsportsmanlike.
Aw, who's it going to hurt?
(screaming)
Shake it off, kid.
r. Nobody likes a whine
(doorbell rings)
Hey, Niles, Daph.
No time for chitchat.
Pregnant lady coming through.
What happened to your wrist?
Oh, uh...
she rolled over in her sleep and pinned me again.
I even saw it coming this time,
Iike the big rock in that Indiana Jones movie.
Does she know she did it?
No, no.
I didn't want to hurt her feelings,
so I just... I just, uh... made up an excuse...
What is Eddie doing?
Oh, he's waiting for a pigeon friend of his.
We call him Barney.
Flies on the balcony every day, and they stare at each other.
Those crazy animals.
Yesterday, they did it for three hours.
(scoffs)
No, I'm not making it up.
I watched them the whole time.
Oh, is your wrist still bothering you, dear?
Oh, just a little flare-up.
Oh, poor thing slept on it funny.
Woke up screaming like a dying rabbit.
Hey, Fras.
How was the weigh-in?
It was appalling, thank you.
My teammates ridiculed me for not pigging out beforehand.
You know, what is it about teams
and competitions that just brings out the worst in people?
Here we go again.
What?
Well, Frasier and team sports are not a happy mix.
... Freshman year, in a bid to please Dad
There is no need to tell that story
Frasier inadvertently joined the girls' field hockey team.
The sign-up sheet said, "F. Hockey. "
I assumed it meant "freshman" hockey.
The little plaid skirt didn't tip you off?
I thought it was a kilt!
Well, I'm starving.
Where shall we go for dinner?
(thump ) What was that?
(gasps) Barney!
Daph, would you take Eddie to my room?
I don't want him to see this.
Come on, boy. Come on.
Oh, how did this happen?
Oh, now, Dad, birds do fly into windows.
I know. That's why I keep a safety smudge right there.
Where did it go?
Niles...
I'm... I'm... I'm sorry.
It... it's a reflex.
I... I... I don't even know I'm doing it.
Are you happy?
You killed Eddie's little friend.
Poor little guy.
What should we do, just kick him over the edge?
Dad, wait. He's still breathing.
Oh! Then pick him up.
But birds are notorious carriers of disease.
Oh, here. Use my hankie.
I'll take my chances.
Oh, don't you quit on us, Barney.
You're going to be good as new.
See? That's why we need a safety smudge.
We'll be right back
to see how our teams are doing in the first week
of our Fat to Fit Weight Loss Challenge,
so stay right here.
Hey, look. It's them.
ROZ: Oh, those robes!
Makes them look like they're in some kind of cult.
Like the high priests of Asmodeus the Destroyer.
Asmodeus-- demon of lust, eater of worlds.
Does nobody read my e-mails?
KELLY: Welcome back.
So let's see how our teams fared this week.
Come on in, guys!
Come on in! Okay.
Kenny, who's that last guy on their team?
Oh, Wayne Shafter.
He's the new general manager.
So... we meet again...
Wayne Shafter.
You know him?
We went to high school together.
He was the captain of the football team--
Mr. Popularity-- and my chief rival
for the affections of our Swedish exchange student,
Giselle Johannson-Jansen.
Yeah? So, how did that work out?
Great. We got married and had six kids.
What do you think?
Wayne Shafter?
Yeah?
Frasier Crane.
Hey, F. Hockey!
What have you been up to?
Oh, you know, not much.
Harvard, Oxford, M.D., PhD.
And then, just recently--
Hey, remember that time
I took your chess set and made you cry?
You did not make me cry.
I chose to cry as a tactic to elicit sympathy
and thereby regain my chess set.
I threw it in the Dumpster behind the cafeteria, didn't I?
I don't know. It was never found.
No, I did.
And last up for KACL,
my old friend, Dr. Frasier Crane.
Hi, Kelly.
Hey, Fras. Good to see you.
Ooh! Ouch!
One pound heavier, Fras.
Well, that can't be.
I've added a salad to every meal.
So, at the end of one week,
it's KPXY down 1 7 pounds, KACL down nine.
That's all the time we have.
Join me tomorrow, when my guests
will be the Senior Citizen Handbell Chorus.
Have a neat day!
Listen, muscle weighs more than fat, you know,
and the way I've been working out lately--
Save it, lard-ass.
Hey, you know, Crane? When they say,
"Take one for the team, " they don't mean another cruller.
Oh, shut up, Shafter. You'rea cruller.
Oh, give it up. I'll drop you a postcard from Vegas.
We are going to win this competition, mister.
And when we do, you will replace that chess set.
Okay, deal. But if we win,
you're showing up at our station
in your little field hockey uniform.
You're on, you fat scoundrel.
All right. Shake on it.
Psych!
I'm sorry. Sorry.
That wasn't cool. Here we go.
Psych!
Hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute. It's not a deal
unless we shake on it. Come on.
Come on.
I'm wouldn't do it for a third time.
All right.
Psych!
God, I missed you.
Hello, Martin.
Hey, Dad.
How's Barney doing?
Oh, he's doing a lot better today.
Great. I brought him a treat.
Millet and sunflower kernels,
with added calcium for beak conditioning.
What happened to your neck?
Oh, fell out of bed.
He's been so accident-prone lately.
Every morning, it's something else.
Shamu jump the tank again?
Fortunately, I moisturized right before bed,
so I squirted out like a watermelon seed.
(exhaling deeply)
You all right, son?
Walked upstairs.
Why did you walk upstairs?
Burning calories.
Oh, yes, I saw you on TV.
You know, that Kelly Kirkland is quite an actress.
I once saw her in a production of Love Letters
with Bill Nye the Science Guy.
Tears.
I've decided to rededicate myself to this diet.
The opposing team is captained
by my old high school nemesis, Wayne Shafter.
(gasps) Which one was he?
Thick neck, dead eyes, snapped your PBS umbrella.
For the next two weeks, I shall be a speed-walking,
calorie-burning, pound-shedding machine.
Daphne, didn't you purchase
some sort of stomach-tightening apparatus for Dad?
The Ab Blaster or the Flab Buster?
Bring me both of them. I'll put them together,
see if I can get a real good workout going.
So... is that bird nesting
in my cashmere scarf?
Yeah. We tried a whole bunch of them.
That's the one he likes best.
All right, that's it.
I want that sky rat out of here.
Oh, no! Eddie will be crushed.
The bird is like his pet.
Eddieisa pet! He doesn't get to have a pet
I guess Barney is pretty well recovered.
Yeah, I guess.
Well, time to go, Barney.
Oh, Eddie, don't worry.
He'll come back and visit you.
It's kind of hard letting him go.
Now I know how you must have felt
all those times when you dropped me off at musical theater camp.
Sad and frightened...
Lots of emotions, son.
Barney, remember us fondly
as you spread your wings
and soar free.
Oh, my God! Barney!
Where did he go?
Is he soaring free?
He bounced off the railing
and landed on the Cunninghams' balcony.
Dad, look-- his wing just moved.
! . He's alive
I'll go get him.
Hurry! Hurry!
Don't you die!
I love you, you tough old bird.
Not you, Mrs. Cunningham.
Hey, what did I tell you about smoking in the booth?
Oh, bite me.
I need something to kill my appetite
besides your stupid ugly face.
Gotcha, Bulldog.
Oww!
What did I tell you about that?
Thieves! Brigands!
I had three-and-a-half ounces of sashimi-grade ahi
in the fridge, and one of you has stolen it.
Not me.
Well, it wasn't me.
And it wasn't Noel.
He thinks I'm going to do him in Vegas,
so he's barely eaten in two weeks.
That's why he keeps fainting.
All right, I took it and I liked it.
What are you going to do about it? Oww!
fish. It wasn't even your
Oww!
How long was I out that time?
Ten minutes, big boy.
I've got a bump the size of an egg.
" . Don't say "egg
Don't tell me what to say.
I'm still waiting for my ahi.
Put a sock in it, princess.
How dare you! How dareyou!
(all screaming at once)
People!
People, stop it!
.. Listen, I understand that we're all a bit cranky.
Cranky?
We're starving.
I'm not sure I can hold on much longer.
We've only got one day more to go.
We can't crack now when we're this close to victory!
All right, everyone-- take a deep breath.
(all inhale)
(hacking cough)
Yes, Roz.
Cough it all up.
Don't want any extra phlegm weight.
CRO WD (in distance): ?? Happy birthday to you...??
Whose birthday is it?
Gina in accounting.
Who's Gina again?
New chick.
So-so face, little big in the can.
Oh, yeah.
Perhaps I'll go wish dear Gina well.
Hey, good idea.
FRASIER: Now that's the team spirit!
We may be dieting
but we can still nourish ourselves
on some good office fellowship.
Please give Gina my regards as well.
Okay, Doc, see you.
That's a rog!
Ah, it's a good team.
Good people.
Good God!
Wait!
It's not worth it!
It's sheet cake!
Will you stop that infernal bouncing?
BULLDOG : No sir, no sir.
Gotta keep moving.
Constant movement equals constant calorie burn.
You sure you guys don't want some appetite suppressants?
What the hell are those things, anyway?
They're fine. They're natura They have ginseng.
Oh.
Oh, come on in, Dad.
What's going on?
We had a bit of a discipline breakdown
We've all agreed to spend
the last 1 2 hours before the final weigh-in
policing each other.
It's a good thing you had dinner out.
I've purged the apartment of all of foodstuffs.
Who's that gentleman on the floor?
He passes out from time to time,
but not to worry.
I'm sure the next searing stomach cramp
will bring him around.
(groaning)
There you are.
You can set your watch by him.
All right, everybody,
I believe my bathroom has probably finished
its transformation into a steam room by now.
If you'll all join me.
We can relax and sweat off
a few extra ounces.
Okay, you heard the doc.
Let's go, let' s go, let's go!
Hey, Barney.
How's my favorite patient?
Hey, making progress.
He doesn't even flinch anymore at the sound of your voice.
He's letting me stroke his wing.
You know what?
I'm going to put this birdseed
in a bowl.
Oh... You know,
there's a sad little fellow
who's been dying to say hello to you all day.
That's better.
Eddie, come on, say hello.
Oh, my God. Eddie!
Eddie!
Hey, Dad.
Oh, no.
I've been thinking.
You know... Shh.
Keep it quiet.
That wing rub you gave him put him right to sleep.
Well, that's kinda sweet.
Well, uh, I-I'll just go home.
You know, Dad...
I think he may like me even more than he likes Eddie.
No contest.
BULLDOG : How much longer, Doc?
Another half an hov
I can't keep my cigarette lit.
NOEL (weakly): Roz...
take my hand.
Fine, Noel.
I'll take your stupid hand.
Where are you?
GIL: Roz!
Oh, my God! Put on a towel, you perv!
If I'd known this sort of thing
went on in steam rooms,
I would never have let you lure me in.
All right, just relax, team.
Feel the steam...
Iiterally melting the pounds away.
KENNY: Oh, I'm about to faint.
I'm going to grab some water.
(door opens and closes)
You sure you want to leave him alone out there?
He could be on his way to Pizza Hut.
Good point.
I'll just go check on him.
ROZ: It's weird.
My skin tastes kinda salty.
BULLDOG : Oh, I'd say mostly sweet , but a little salty.
That wasn't me, Bulldog.
GIL: That was me you licked,
and if it happens again,
I shall consider i t strike one.
Mmm.
Kenny, what did you just eat?
(sucks teeth): Nothing.
You have a toothpick.
. Oh, all right. I couldn't take it anymore
I only had a mouthful.
Dear God!
What happened?
This ravenous madman's just eaten a live pigeon.
No, I didn't! I only had some seeds.
If Kenny gets seeds, we all get seeds.
Where are they?
No, get away! I saw them first!
Give me those!
Stop it.
Stop it!
Stop this madness!
Look at yourselves!
Dear God.
We are hours away from victory, and look at you.
Pecking around the floor like a clutch of crazed capons!
Try to conjure up some image
to give us strength.
Imagine yourselves winning.
Imagine yourselves in Vegas.
I'm still hungry.
Stay out of the hallway.
Eddie just threw up a dead pigeon
and now he's eating it again.
Okay, that's it.
That'll do for me.
Next up, the final weigh-in
in our Fat to Fit Weight Loss Challenge.
So stay right here.
Okay, everybody, take off your watches.
Jewelry, hairpins, shoes.
Anything that will add just an ounce of weight.
Hey, Crane... Iookingforward to seeing you
in your field hockey skirt.
Oh, yeah?
I'm going be so busy
playing with that new chess set you're gonna buy me
that I won't even have time to put on my skirt.
Not that I still have it!
And here they are.
Come on in, folks.
KPXY, you're up first.
Okay, guys.
Huddle up. Here's the plan.
I'll stand in the middle.
You surround me and lift me up
so I'm not even touching the scale.
What?
Wow. You have lost an impressive
44 pounds, two ounces.
Great job, guys!
I see giant steaks with legs.
You're hallucinating.
Just pull it together.
No, he's right.
It's the Beef Council Dancers.
They're on after us.
Okay, Team KACL.
Up you go.
Here we go.
Oh, my goodness.
44 pounds even.
You lose by two ounces.
No! I'm not getting emphysema for this.
Cut me.
I can't.
Cut me, damn it!
Oh, my God!
44 pounds, three ounces.
They're on their way to Las Vegas!
(KACL team cheering)
Congratulations, guys.
Wow!
Don't go away.
When we come back, we have a little dance number
that's both "rare" and "well done. "
Okay, Crane, you won.
Yes, I did, Shafter.
So where do I pick up this chess set?
The Rook Nook.
Ask for Cyril.
Tell him you were sent by Dr. Frasier Crane...
Psych!...iatrist.
( cheering )