[11.11]High Holidays

High Holidays                               Written by Christopher Lloyd
                                            Directed by Sheldon Epps
Production Code: 11.11
Episode Number in Production Order: 251
Original Airdate on NBC: 9th December 2003
Transcript written on 29th December 2003

Hey, Freddie!

Frederick has appeared in the following episodes:
[3.09] Frasier Grinch
[4.07] A Lilith Thanksgiving
[4.16] The Unnatural
[6.11] Good Samaritan
[7.09] The Apparent Trap
[8.10] Cranes Unplugged
[9.18] War of the Words
[10.06] Star Mitzvah

Transcript {Mike Lee}

Skyline: Christmas lights on the Space Needle.


Scene One Ė Cafť Nervosa
Frasier and Roz are seated at a table.  Martin comes in with Eddie.

 Martin: Hi, guys.
Frasier: Oh hey, Dad.

A waiter brings a cup for Roz and a plate of complimentary cookies.

 Waiter: Cappuccino to go.  Holiday cookies, anyone?
Frasier: Oh yes, I believe I will, thank you.

Frasier and Roz each take one.  Martin reaches for the plate, then 
pulls back.

 Martin: Oh, not for me.
    Roz: Watching your weight?
 Martin: Yeah, and itís killing me.  But the other night, Ronee made a 
         comment about my ďbowl full of jelly.Ē
    Roz: Well, everyone puts on a few this time of year.
Frasier: Everyone doesnít sit around reading the newspaper, actually 
         slurping from a bowl full of jelly.
    Roz: Well, you look great to me, Martin.
 Martin: Thanks.
    Roz: Merry Christmas.

Roz picks up her coffee and a shopping bag and leaves.

 Martin: Oh, Eddie and I must have walked about three miles.  
         Iím sweating like a pig.

As he moves to take Rozís chair, Frasier hooks it with his foot and 
pulls it in.

 Martin: What the hell are you doing?
Frasier: I am saving that seat for someone who may not wish to have it 
         bedewed with pig sweat.

Natalie, a young woman of dark and exotic beauty, enters.

Natalie: [sultry French accent] Frasier?
Frasier: Oh, Natalie!
Natalie: Hello.
Frasier: [shaking her hand] Hi.
Frasier: This is my father, Martin Crane.  Uh, Natalie Blanc of the 
         Seattle Tourism Board.  She wants me to do a promo for her. 
         [to her] He was just leaving.
Natalie: Oh, that little dog is adorable.
Frasier: Yes, and heís smart as a chimp too!  Off you go!

He shoots Martin a meaningful look.  Martin takes the hint and goes to 
the counter.

Frasier: [motions her to the seat] Please.  Itís so lovely to finally 
         meet you.
Natalie: Thank you, thank you.
Frasier: Have a seat. [she does] So, tell me about this promo.
Natalie: Well, itís pretty simple.  It begins with you at home on the 
         couch. [hands him a script] And you say...
Frasier: [reading] ďAnybody feel like taking a walk?  Then come to 
Natalie: And then we see you walking at the Space Needle, the beach, 
         the fish market Ė but we do all of that with special effects.  
         It should only take a couple of hours tomorrow.  So, are you 
Frasier: [overcome by her accent] Iím ďeen!Ē [they laugh] You know, 
         itís funny, when you called me at the last minute, there was a 
         small, madly insecure part of me that wondered if I was your 
         second choice.
Natalie: No, you werenít the second.

Frasier pauses, struck by the double meaning there.  As Martin turns 
back with his coffee, Eddie jumps into Frasierís arms.

Natalie: Nice meeting you.
 Martin: You too.
Natalie: Oh, that dog is so precious.
Frasier: Yes, there are times when I could just squeeze him to death!
Natalie: You know, maybe he should be in the spot with you.
 Martin: Eddie in a commercial?
Natalie: Mm-hmm.
Frasier: Itís called a spot, Dad.
Natalie: You look so perfect together.  He could just sit next to you 
         on the couch.
Frasier: Well, I suppose thereís no harm in a little window dressing.
Natalie: The director will love it.  Iíll call him right now.

She takes out her cell phone.

 Martin: Oh, I donít believe it. [pets Eddie] Eddieís first TV spot.
Frasier: Oh, knock it off.  You didnít even know that term until ten 
         seconds ago.

As Natalie talks into her cell phone, Frasier sulkily makes a show of 
petting Eddie.


Scene Two - Apartment
The apartment is garishly decorated for Christmas, as it is every year.  
Martin is adding some finishing touches, when Frasier comes in, with
Eddie on a leash.

 Martin: Hey Fras, howíd the big shoot go?
Frasier: Well, it went splendidly, Dad.  I thought you were going with 
         Niles to the airport to pick up Freddie.
 Martin: Yeah, I decided to stay home, do some decorating.
Frasier: Ah yes, that magical time of year when the Great Wall of China 
         and my apartment are the only two man-made structures visible 
         from space.  

The doorbell rings.  Frasier goes to answer it.

Frasier: I must say Iím really excited about seeing Freddie this trip.
 Martin: Yeah, what you got planned?
Frasier: Oh gosh, everything from whale-watching to a trip to the 
         garlic festival.

He opens the door to Niles and Daphne, who both have fake smiles pasted 
on to cover their shock.  They come in and sink onto the couch.

Frasier: Niles, Daphne...!  Whereís Frederick?
  Niles: Actually, he insisted on taking his own elevator.
Frasier: [laughs] Oh, priceless!  You know, just when you worried that 
         heís on the brink of terrible teendom, there he is, still just 
         a little boy who wants to play in the elevator.

The elevator opens behind Frasierís back, and there is Frederick: he is 
dressed head-to-toe in black leather and denim, his hair is dyed black, 
and his face is paler than Lilithís, except for his eyes and lips, 
which are alsoblackened.  Steel jewelry hangs from his neck and belt.

Freddie: Hey, Dad.
Frasier: There he is... 

He turns, and yelps out loud.

Freddie: Nice greeting, Dad.
Frasier: Freddie, why are you dressed like this?
 Daphne: [still smiling] Heís a Goth now.
Freddie: You all donít have to treat me like Iím some kind of freak.
 Martin: No, weíre not, Freddie.  Itís great to see you. 

He comes over and hugs him awkwardly.

 Martin: [aside to Frasier] Maybe you could move up that trip to the 
         garlic festival.
Frasier: Listen, Freddie, I donít understand.  Um, the Goths were 
         plunderers.  Apart from your tendency to be overaggressive 
         with your rooks at chess camp, I donít see the connection.
Freddie: Itís just what Iím into now, okay?  Me, my friend Andi, 
         a bunch of us.  But if you donít get it, you donít get it.

He trudges to the hallway.  They all make conciliatory noises.

Frasier: I didnít mean anything by it, I simply thought... [Freddie 
         exits] Oh, dear God!  Well, thank you Lilith, for mentioning 
         this little development!
 Daphne: Oh, itís just a phase.  All teenagers go through a rebellious 
         period.  It always passes.  You should have seen me at that 
         age Ė dating the older boys, hitch-hiking, drinking, shop-
         lifting.  Do you know I can carry a frozen turkey between my 

Niles, for whom this is more than he ever wanted to know, rises stiffly 
and walks to the bar.

  Niles: Thatíll come in handy if we ever misplace our serving platter 
         at Thanksgiving.

Chuckling at her memories, Daphne points to Frasier.

 Daphne: Hey, and didnít you once tell me you went streaking?
Frasier: Well, I had shin splints at the time, so it was really more of 
         a brisk nude walk.
 Daphne: What did you do, Niles?  How did you rebel?
  Niles: Oh, the usual ways.

He hands Frasier a sherry.

Frasier: Thank you, Niles.
 Daphne: Like what?
  Niles: Oh, like what?  Well, uh...
 Martin: Never happened, Niles.  Your mother and I kept waiting for it.
  Niles: [stung] I find it hard to believe that I never...
 Martin: Nope, nope.  You were one of those good kids.  One time 
         I found a bag of something that looked suspicious in your 
         dresser, but it turned out to be just something to make 
         your sweaters smell nice.
  Niles: Well, one time...
 Martin: Face it, Niles Ė you just didnít have it in you to be bad.

[N.B. Martin is perhaps doing Niles an injustice here.  Earlier 
mention was made of him mooning President Nixon at a campaign rally, 
in [2.18], "The Club."]

Freddie comes back out.  Everyone gasps and jerks reflexively.

Frasier: Freddie, hi.  Listen, I was thinking maybe we could take in a 
         movie tonight.
Freddie: Canít, Dad.  I made plans with my friend Andi.
Frasier: Your friend Andi from school is here?
Freddie: Yeah, visiting relatives.  Weíre seeing a movie.
Frasier: But you just got here.

The doorbell rings.

Freddie: Weíve got all week, okay?  Be cool.

He opens the door to Andi Ė a girl decked out exactly the same as he 
is Ė but for her long hair, itís difficult to see any difference in 

Freddie: Hey.
   Andi: Hey.
Freddie: Well, see ya.

They leave.  Everyone struggles for words.

  Niles: Well, at least heís not dating outside the faith.


Scene Three Ė Cafť Nervosa Frasier is seated alone at the table in the rear. A husband with his pregnant wife comes over. Husband: Excuse me, are you using this chair? Frasier: [charmed] Well, doesnít that have a familiar ring to it? [stands to offer the chair] The weary holiday traveler and his pregnant wife seeking kindness from a stranger... Natalie has just entered and noticed him. Natalie: Frasier? Frasier: ...Iím afraid I am, yes. So... He shoos the couple away, and invites Natalie to sit. Natalie: Iím so glad I ran into you. [to waiter] Um, cappuccino to go, please. They sit. Natalie: The ad agency loves the spot. Frasier: Oh! Natalie: Apparently they got quite creative with it. Iíll messenger you a copy. Frasier: Oh, thatís wonderful news. Listen, I realize youíre dashing off, but do you think we could celebrate tonight over a drink? Natalie: Sure. How about, uh... 7:00 at Garagiste? Frasier: Could you say that again? Natalie: Garagiste. You donít know it? Frasier: Oh yes, I do. I just love hearing you say it. They laugh. The waiter brings Natalieís coffee. Natalie: Oh, thank you. Frasier: Let me get that for you. [pays] Natalie: Thank you. Iíll see you then. Frasier: Yes, take care. As she leaves, she passes Niles. Natalie: Hello. Niles: Hello. She exits. Niles sits with Frasier, obviously impressed. Niles: Well, that was a yummy little stocking stuffer. Frasier: Yes. Sheís the one I told you about. The girl with the accent. Niles: Oh, yes. Frasier: God, she could read me the phone book, and I would melt like an overripe Camembert. Imagine what she would do with that Ė [imitating her] Camembert. Niles: R-R-R-Roquefort. Frasier: Reblochon. Niles: Blu. Frasier: Weíre terrible! They share a boysí naughty chuckle. Frasier: [more sober] Well, at least it will be nice to have something to do this evening Ė for a change. Niles: Is Frederick still spending all his time with his little ghoul-friend? Frasier: Yes, theyíre going to a concert this evening. And, of course, I donít begrudge him a social life, itís just that I feel so rejected. Niles: [looking around] Mm. Frasier: You know, when one has something theyíd clearly rather do than spend time with you, it just feels like... He notices Niles looking around nervously and checking his watch. Frasier: What the hell are you doing? Niles: Iím sorry, Iím waiting for someone. Frasier: Who? Niles: Well, it really bothered me when said that I never rebelled. I mean, Iíve been obsessing about it. What kind of self- respecting psychiatrist Ė not to mention father-to-be Ė completely misses one of lifeís prime rites of passage? So... Iíve decided to rebel tonight. [grins] Right under Dadís nose. Frasier: How? Niles: You ready? Frasier: Yes. Niles: You sure? Frasier: Positive. Niles: Move your coffee, it might... Frasier: Niles! Niles: [proudly] Iím getting high on reefer. Frasier stares at him, while Niles puts a ďshh!Ē finger to his lips. Frasier: What? Niles: Iíve waited for this all my life, Frasier Ė one act of utter, devil-may-care, crotch-grabbing brazenness! And of course Iíll have a nurse on speed-dial in case things get too hairy. Frasier: And exactly which of your connections in the Seattle demimonde is going to get you this reefer? Roz enters and drops a small parcel on the table in front of Niles. Roz: Okay, Niles, youíre hooked up. Niles: Well, oh... Iíll just take a look. [does so] Ah, yes, thick and gooey. Ganja in its purest form. Roz: Itís a pot brownie, you idiot. My neighbor makes them. Frasier: Oh. Niles re-wraps the brownie and is about to put it in his pocket, but then hears his car alarm go off. Niles: Damn it, my car alarm again! Iíll be right back. He runs out. Roz: Wait! But Niles...! Well, I canít wait, I got a date. Frasier: Well, youíre not leaving that thing with me. Roz: Oh, come on, Frasier, just give it to Niles. Frasier: No, no, no, I refuse. She tries to hand it to him, he pushes her away. Frasier: Just stop that, stop that. It is illegal. I will have nothing to do with it, for Godís sakes. What do you take me for, some kind of common drug mule? Roz: [as heís leaving] ďMuleĒ is one word for it. On his way out, Frasier passes Martin entering. Frasier: Oh, hey Dad. Martin: How are you doing? Frasier: Iíll see you back at home. [exits] Martin: All right. Roz: Hey, Martin. Martin: Hi, how you doing, Roz? Roz: Good. How are the holidays treating you? The waiter comes by with his plate of cookies again. Waiter: Cookie? Martin: Oh... no, just trying to stay away from things that are bad for me. Roz spots her date Ė a man in a Santa suit whose pulls his beard down to below his chin, revealing an ďin the mood for loveĒ grin. Roz: [grins back] Well, thatís where you and I are different. [hands Martin the brownie] Can you give this to Niles? Heíll be right back. Martin: Yeah, sure. [Roz leaves] Uh, coffee to go, please. Martin sits at a table to wait. Curious, he unwraps the packet and sees the brownie. Wincing, he pushes it away. A moment passes, as he wrestles with his sweet tooth. Then he gives in and breaks off a small piece and eats it. Martin: Mmm... mmm... He breaks off another piece and eats it, then just shoves the whole thing in his mouth and licks the wrapper clean, enjoying every bit of it. He looks out the window and sees Niles coming back, and hastily goes to the counter. Martin: [mouth full] Could I have a brownie, please? Waiter: Okay. Getting the brownie, he quickly re-wraps it. Niles comes back in and looks around for Roz, then sees Martin, who is getting his coffee. Niles: Hey, Dad. Martin: Oh hey, Niles. Um, uh, Roz wanted me to give you this. Niles: [takes the brownie] Thank you. Hey, uh, youíre going to be home tonight? Martin: Yeah, Iím walking home right now. Niles: Oh, good. Iíll see you there. Have a nice trip. Martin: You, too. Niles: [taking the double meaning] Oh, I will! Niles chortles in anticipation Ė then turns and sees two uniformed Police officers in the cafť, staring at him curiously. He starts hyperventilating and lurches out of the cafť, keeping his head bowed. They stare after him, perplexed. END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO Scene Four Ė Apartment Later that evening, Frasier is seated on the couch, reading. Freddie and Andi come in. Freddie is carrying a parcel. Freddie: Hi, Dad. Frasier: Hey, Freddie. Oh, Andi. How was the mall? Freddie: Boring. Andi: Except when that fat kid threw up in Santaís beard. That was goth. Frasier has given up trying to understand this jargon. Freddie: [hands him the package] Oh, the doorman had this for you. Frasier: Oh gosh, this must be my tourism promo! Iíll tell you what Ė why donít we have a look at it? Freddie: I just came to get a jacket. Weíre going to the concert. Frasier: Oh, come on, Freddie. You can spare a couple of minutes to check out your old manís debut as a spokesman. Freddie and Andi reluctantly sit on the couch. Frasier: [looking for the remote] All right, where is that...? [finds it] Here we go. Sitting on Martinís chair, he turns on the TV and pops in the tape. On the screen, they see nothing but a close-up of Eddie sitting on a couch Ė his lips are moving with the aid of computer effects. Eddie: [in Frasierís voice] Anybody want to go for a walk? Then why not come to Seattle? Frasier: Oh, dear God! As Eddie continues speaking, a set of postcards scroll by his head to show what he is talking about. Eddie: Where else can you see... an ocean wave, a fish fly, a mountain peak, and the worldís largest needle? Come to Seattle. Letís go for a walk. The spot ends. Frasier is outraged, Freddie and Andi are, for once, entertained. Freddie: That is so goth. Frasier: It is not goth! Itís outrageous! Itís like some hideous Frankenstein hybrid of me and that no-talent dog! Freddie: [gets up] Letís go. By the way, Iím staying at Andiís tonight. Frasier: What? Freddie: At her uncleís. We have plans all day tomorrow. Frasier: Iím sorry, Frederick, youíre not staying anywhere until I hear from her uncle first. Freddie: [mortified] Oh my God! Frasier: Iím sorry, but that is the rule. Freddie: Dad! [then, to Andi] Iíll meet you downstairs. She exits. Freddie: Do you know how much youíre embarrassing me? Whatís your problem?! Frasier: My problem is that youíve hardly spent one minute here since you arrived! Now you tell me you have plans all day tomorrow. Freddie: Youíre really making me want to spend time with you now. Frasier: [settling] Iíd like to know when youíre going to be home. Frasier: Tomorrow, okay? Iíll have her uncle call you. [goes to the door] I never should have come here in the first place. Frasier: Freddie... Freddie leaves, passing Niles in the hallway. Niles comes in, grinning. Niles: Hey, Frasier. Whatís up? Frasier: Just another joyous holiday moment with my son to be pasted into my scrapbook. Niles: Ah. [then, eager] Arenít you going to ask me whatís up? Frasier: Didnít intend to, no. Niles: Iíd like you to. Frasier: All right. Whatís up? Niles: [gleefully] I am. Iím as high as the Himalayas! If I were a city in Germany, Iíd be High-delburg! Is Dad home yet? Frasier: No. Niles: Iíll use this opportunity to up my dosage. He takes out the remainder of the ďpot brownie,Ē and eats another small piece. Frasier: Oh, Niles! You realize that this is illegal? Did you actually drive yourself here? Niles: Iím a little too toasted for that, Frasier. No, the minute I knew I was getting baked tonight, I called a cab. And I printed my name and address on a card in my pocket in case Iím still too crispy to speak to the cab driver taking me home. Frasier: I judge by all this rich terminology that youíve done some research? Niles: Yes, I know all the symptoms I can expect to experience. Iím especially looking forward to something called the ďmunchiesĒ stage. Itís where one enjoys bizarre food combinations. [opens the shopping bag heís carrying] Iím thinking of pairing this Chilean sea bass with an aggressive Zinfandel! Frasier: And this is all to prove a point to Dad? Niles: To Dad, and for myself. Donít I have the right, just once, to sip the sweet nectar of rebellion? They turn as they hear Martin fitting his key into the door Ė or trying to, he keeps fumbling and dropping them, while bursting into peals of hysterical laughter. Frasier: You know, Iíve got to go put a jacket on for my date. Why donít you go see if you can help Dad at the door? Frasier exits. Niles opens the door to Martin, who stumbles in grinning like an idiot. He is carrying a jumbo bag of barbecue potato chips, and a tub of chocolate pudding. Martin: Hi, Niles! Niles: Funny you should say that! Martin: Yeah, it is! They laugh hilariously, and Martin tosses his keys toward the counter, where they fall short and drop to the floor. Then Martin apparently becomes serious. Martin: Hey, hey, Niles, let me ask you something. Do you ever feel like youíd just like to go straight? Niles: What? Martin: Well, you know, I was walking home, and I kept thinking about all the turns we have to make Ė right turn, left turn. How much easier itíd be if we just could go straight over the trees, over a building. Thatís what a giant would do. They should let everybody be a giant for a day. Niles, thinking itís all just a vision of his own ďtrip,Ē bursts into giggles, making Martin laugh again. Niles: If you had any idea how strange you seem to me right now. Martin: Why is everybody saying that to me? He carries the bag to the kitchen, Niles follows him in. Martin: By the way, you are welcome. Niles: Oh... for what? Reset to: the kitchen as they come in. Martin: For turning you on to the best thing you will ever eat: barbecue pudding chips! Of course, Niles doesnít believe even a stoned person would go for those, but Martin opens the bag and dips a chip in the pudding. Niles: No, thanks. Martin: Oh, they looked at me funny in the store, too, but you taste that and tell me thatís not better than a woman. He holds out the chip, Niles recoils. CUT TO: Living Room Frasier trots out with his jacket, then sees Eddie sitting in his path. Frasier: Do you mind? Eddie doesnít move. Frasier: Oh, I see. Now youíre such a big star that the whole world has to revolve around you. Fine. He steps over Eddie and goes into the powder room. Frasier: [through the door] Iíll tell you what. You just gloat all you like. This is not over between us! CUT TO: the kitchen Martin is still eating chips, while Niles is chopping some vegetables for his dinner. Martin: Why am I putting these chips in this pudding? Niles: Well, I was going to say. Martin: I should be dumping the pudding in with the chips! [does so] You know, Iíve been having these great ideas all day. I wrote some of them down. [takes a writing pad out of his breast pocket] There. What do you think this means? [reads] ďDog army.Ē Oh, that cold medicine I took this morning is making me feel funny. I think Iím going to go sit down for a while. [exits] Niles: Whatever. Reset to: the living room. Martin brings the chips out, and sits down into his chair with a grateful sigh. He turns on the TV. On the screen: Eddie: [in Frasierís voice] Anybody want to go for a walk? Martin leans forward, goggle-eyed. Eddie: Then why not come to Seattle? Martin: Sweet mother! Eddie: Where else can you see... an ocean wave, a fish fly, a mountain peak, and the worldís largest needle? Come to Seattle. Letís go for a walk. Martin: Eddie? Frasier: [o.s., from the powder room] I know what youíre doing! Martin turns and sees Eddie sitting on the floor, staring Ė and apparently speaking Ė at him. Frasier: Youíre sitting there thinking youíre the king! Well, youíre not! Martin: [towards the kitchen, in panic] Niles?! Frasier comes out of the powder room as Niles comes out with the carving knife in one hand and the vegetables in the other. Frasier: All right, Iím off to my date. Oh, for heavenís sake, Niles! That knife is as sharp as a machete. You should not be chopping with it in your condition. [exits] Do that for him, will you, Dad? He leaves, as Martin hesitantly rises, still staring at Eddie. DISSOLVE TO: Scene Five Ė Frasierís Kitchen A little later, the two Crane men are hunched over their dinners Ė Niles, with his jacket off and lazily lulled over the range, is cooking his vegetables. Martin is eating vanilla ice cream directly from the carton. Niles: Iíve come dangerously close to over-braising my chard. [proud] Itís almost as if something dulled my motor skills. Martin: You sure you donít want a little of this on the side? I can scoop around the Lucky Charms. Niles: No, thanks. He goes out into the living room and takes his seat at the dining table. Niles: You know me, Dad. Iím not much of a rebel. [he carelessly flings his napkin onto the floor] Too much of a goody-two- shoes. He gleefully pours himself wine, still in the throes of his psychosomatic intoxication. Frasier trudges in the door, looking worn-out and depressed. Niles: [picks his napkin up] Hi, Frasier. Martin: [o.s., from the kitchen] But youíve got to open your mind up. Thatís where all the great inventions come from. Like, it used to be people would eat too much, their pants would get tight! Big problem! Then one day, somebody said, "Wait a minute! Why not put elastic in them?" Martin comes out carrying the ice cream carton Ė his pants and shoes are gone, heís only wearing boxers and socks below the waist. Martin: Hi, Fras. Frasier: Dad, where are your pants? Martin: In the fridge. [off Frasierís look] I had a reason. [shows his pad of paper] ďFridge pants.Ē Frasier: Dad, when you were at the cafť today, you didnít eat a brownie that Roz brought for Niles, did you? Martin: Yeah - but I replaced it. Frasier: For Godís sake! That was a pot brownie! Youíre stoned off your ass! Niles: Well, someone must feel pretty out of it, being the only one here who isnít completely burnt. Frasier: Oh, knock it off, you imbecile, youíre as sober as I am! Niles snaps out of it. Martin: I knew I was feeling woozy. I thought it was that cold medicine I took this morning. Frasier: [takes the ice cream and holds Martinís arm] Itís all right, Dad. Niles: Oh my God, I am so sorry. Dad, are you all right? Martin: Yeah, Iíll be fine. But I better go lie down before it really hits me. He slowly walks down the hallway. Martin: Come on, boy. Frasier: Iíll be in there in a minute to check on you. Martin: Oh, suit yourself, Eddie! Martin exits. Frasier: Didnít it occur to you that he was behaving strangely? Niles: I thought it was me! I thought it was the Mary Jane talking. Frasier: Oh, Niles, please, will you drop the drug lingo? Niles: [his face in his hands] Frasier, I feel terrible. Frasier pours a sherry. Frasier: Yes well, at least you had a better night than I did. Halfway through our date, Natalie got a phone call - an emergency at home. [chuckles bitterly] I decided to take a little walk. Twenty minutes later I saw her in a different bar with another man. Niles: There was no emergency? Frasier: Not unless he had an infected earlobe which required an immediate tongue-flicking. Itís been a hell of a Christmas. Niles: Iím so sorry, Frasier. Frasier: Truth be told, Iím most disappointed about how things turned out with Frederick. Iíve just felt us drifting apart lately, and I was hoping that we could bond again on this trip. Niles: Well, you may have given him a wonderful gift just by letting him rebel against you. Frasier considers that. Niles: Something which I am obviously completely incapable of achieving. Iím going home. Frasier: Youíre a good man, Niles. In a way, isnít that rebelling against rebellion? Niles: [smiles] Nice try. Frasier: All right, look at it this way Ė you did get our cop father stoned tonight. Pause. Niles: [with a cocky grin] I did, didnít I? Frasier: Yeah. Niles exits with a swagger. Frasier smiles to himself, then sees the place setting Niles laid out for himself. Frasier: Hmm... [checks the label on the wine] Oh, madness! Frederick comes in, also looking worn-out and depressed. Frasier: Frederick. Freddie: Hey. Frasier: What are you doing home? I thought you were spending the night at Andiís. Freddie: I changed my mind. Good night. Frasier: Did something happen at the concert? Freddie: No. Frasier: Are you sure? I canít help noticing your mascaraís run a little. Freddie pauses, then unloads. Freddie: Andi ran into a ďfriendĒ from her old school. Frasier: Ah... another boy? Freddie: She hardly talked to me the whole night. Frasier: Iím sorry, son. These things happen, and... well, they always stink. Freddie: Did it ever happen to you, Dad? Frasier: It may have. Tell you what Ė you know, Iíve got a box of that cereal you used to like. What do you say I pour us a bowl and Iíll tell you a story or two. He goes to the kitchen, picking up the ice cream. Freddie follows him. Freddie: Itís happened to you more than once? Frasier: [chuckles, then] Iíll pour you a big bowl. END OF ACT TWO Credits: Frasier is seated on the couch and rises to answer the door. He looks through the peephole and is irritated to see a pizza delivery man. He opens the door to reveal that the man has a large stack of pizzas. He begins to explain that he made no such order, when Martin rushes out in his underwear, claims the stack, and runs back to his room, leaving Frasier to pay the bill.

Guest Appearances

 Special Guest Star
 TREVOR EINHORN as Frederick
 Guest Starring
 AMITA BALLA as Waitress
 GRINELL MORRIS as Husband in Cafe

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