[1.18]And The Whimper Is...
And The Whimper Is... Written by Sy Dukane &
Denise Moss
Directed by James Burrows
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Production Code: 1.18.
Episode Number In Production Order: 18.
Filmed on
Original Airdate on NBC: 17th February 1994.
Transcript written on 19th June 2000.
Transcript revised on 10th March 2003.
I Summon Thee...
Bebe Glaser has appeared in:
[1.09] Selling Out
Transcript {john masson}
Act One
Scene A: KACL Radio Station.
Frasier is doing his show.
Frasier: [on-air] Just remember Angela, cosmetic surgery is only a
superficial solution. You can lift your eyelids, but it can't
lift that little cloud of pessimism that hovers over you.
Thank you for your call. So okay Roz, who's our next caller?
He looks over to find that Roz's booth is empty.
Frasier: Roz? Perhaps this would be a good time to go to commercial
break. We'll be right back after these messages.
He goes off the air and walks into Roz's booth, looks into the
corridor, spots Roz coming back and hides behind the door.
Roz comes running in, sits down and realizes Frasier's not where he's
supposed to be.
Roz: Frasier? [he tilts her seat back so she can see him] Whoa!
Hi.
Frasier: A little disturbing, looking in the booth and seeing no one
there, isn't it?
Roz: I'm sorry, but I was up in the newsroom, trying to find out if
they've announced the nominations for the SeaBeas yet.
Frasier: Oh, I forgot. Are those coming out today?
Roz: You forgot? They're only the biggest award in Seattle radio!
Frasier: Well, I suppose it's the difference in our ages, but I don't
find myself getting excited about... well, much of anything
anymore.
Noel Shempsky enters.
Noel: Congratulations, guys.
Frasier: YES!!! Yes, we got a nomination!
Roz: Who did you hear it from?
Noel: Oh, I haven't heard anything, I was just congratulating you on
doing a great show. If anyone deserves a nomination, you guys
do.
Long Pause.
Frasier: [growling] Get out, Noel.
Noel: Okay, catch you later. [exits]
Frasier: Well I... I guess I'm a little more excited than I let on.
Well, it'll be a big feather in my cap to win this, first
year in radio and all that? [goes into recording booth]
Roz: Are you kidding? I've been in this business for ten years,
I've never produced a show that got nominated for anything.
[phone rings, she answers] Hello? Oh hi, Millie. You're
kidding. You're kidding! [Frasier comes racing back] Oh,
you're kidding, that's great! Thanks, bye. [puts phone down]
Frasier: We got the nomination!
Roz: No, Millie in Promotions is getting married!
Frasier: DAMN IT, ROZ!
FADE OUT
Scene B: Cafe Nervosa.
Frasier and Niles are having coffee.
Niles: And then she said she'd been seeing someone else. She
couldn't keep living a lie. I was dumbfounded. I mean,
what about everything we'd gone through together, didn't
that mean anything to her?
Frasier: Niles, a patient has a right to change therapists.
Bebe Glaser, Frasier's unscrupulous agent, walks in.
Bebe: Frasier! Thank God.
Frasier: Bebe, what are you doing here?
Bebe: What kind of agent would I be if I weren't the first to tell
you that you've been nominated for a 1994 SeaBea!
Frasier: [jumps up] I WAS NOMINATED! I WAS NOMINATED!
He notices everyone in the room is looking at him, so he sits down.
Frasier: Well, I was.
Bebe: Yes. You, Frasier Crane M.D., PhD, S-T-U-D, are the man of
the hour. [notices Niles] Bebe Glaser, Frasier's agent.
Niles: Dr. Niles Crane, Frasier's brother.
Bebe: You're not a psychiatrist too?
Niles: Yes.
Bebe: Oh, please! If I'm ever to have a breakdown, let me have it
now! [to Niles] Double-double decaf, to go.
Frasier: So, this, ah, this is quite a surprise, you know. Actually
I'd, ah, forgotten that the nominations were coming out today.
Bebe: Oh, isn't he precious? You must be very proud of Frasier.
Niles: Well actually... no. This nomination is just one more
signpost on the low road of celebrity which my brother has
chosen for himself.
Frasier: Well, that's not sibling rivalry rearing its vicious little
green snout?
Niles: Absolutely not. I'm still in the minority who still believes
that psychiatry is a noble profession that is tarnished by
such things as popularity contests, not to mention a bouncy
little radio program.
Bebe: I bet you two had wicked little hair-pulling fights when you
were tots.
Both Niles and Frasier touch their hair.
Niles: Yes, well. This has been delightful, but I really must run.
I'm due at my sexual addiction group, and I don't like to
leave them alone for too long. [he leaves as Roz enters]
Roz: Frasier?
Frasier: Roz!
Roz: Frasier, Frasier, Frasier!
Frasier: Roz, Roz, Roz! [they hug and do a little dance]
Roz: We did it!
Frasier: I know! Come and sit down. You know, I've never really
won anything before. Although back in prep school, the
Existentialist Club once named me "Most Likely To Be."
Roz: You want to hear the greatest part? I've already got a date
for the ceremony - Brad MacNamara.
Frasier: The Channel Eight reporter? �Television's Most Handsome Man.�
Roz: Yes. You know, for months he wouldn't give me the time of
day, but one nomination and he knew who I was.
Bebe: Who are you?
Roz: I'm Roz Doyle. Frasier's producer.
Bebe: Oh, yes that's right, I've seen you bring him coffee. By the
way, would you mind getting mine?
Frasier: I'd better get myself on the ball here, I've got a lot to do.
Bebe: Oh, not really, darling. I've already got your tux, rented
you a limo and your tickets will be waiting for you at the
door.
Frasier: Well... seems the only thing you haven't taken care of is
finding me a date.
Bebe: Your subtlety floors me, I'd love to. I am thrilled, thrilled,
thrilled for you both. I've got to run. Two of my other
clients weren't nominated and I have to tell them what a
worthless award this is.
FADE TO:
ROZ AND FRASIER
HATCH A MERRY PLAN
Scene C: Frasier's Apartment.
He is opening a bottle of champagne. Martin and Daphne are watching.
Frasier: Daphne, you may not be aware of this, but there is a special
secret to opening a bottle of champagne, especially a fine
French champagne as unprepossessing as this one � two hundred
dollars a bottle. In order to prevent spillage, one does not
simply twist out the cork. Instead, one holds the cork
stationary, you see, and then gives the bottle three easy
turns. One...
The cork flies out with a loud POP, champagne gushes everywhere.
Frasier: OH, GOD! Oh no, get some glasses!
Eddie starts licking the spillage from the table. Frasier shoos him
away.
Frasier: Eddie, get away from there, you mangy little cur! Oh, Lord.
Oh well, that wasn't too bad, I believe we've salvaged most
of it.
Martin: I'd say this calls for a toast. To my number one son.
Congratulations on your first nomination for... well,
anything. Frasier, I'm proud of you.
Frasier: Thanks, dad. Means a lot to me.
Martin exits to the kitchen as Daphne sips her champagne.
Daphne: Mmm. Oh, this champagne is delicious.
Frasier: Mmm. It's quite exquisite, isn't it? Dad, what do you think?
Martin returns from the kitchen with a beer, which he pours into his
champagne glass.
Martin: I was in the mood for something domestic.
Daphne: You know, I must say, Dr. Crane, it's awfully nice that,
although I'm an employee here, you include me in all the
family celebrations.
Frasier: Well Daphne, there's never been any doubt that I, I think of
you as my equal in every way.
The doorbell rings. Frasier sits down while Daphne sips her champagne.
When it rings again, Frasier glares at her until she moves.
Daphne: [sarcastically] Oh, I'll get it.
Frasier: Oh, would you?
Daphne: Would you like me to announce your visitor?
Frasier: Oh, just answer the door!
Daphne: [answering door] Oh, hello Roz.
Roz: [entering] Daphne.
Martin: Roz!
Roz: Hey.
Daphne: Congratulations.
Roz: Oh, thanks. You know, I couldn't believe it myself. Brad
MacNamara!
Frasier: Roz, I believe she was referring to your SeaBea nomination?
Daphne: No, I meant Brad MacNamara. Oh, do you think he wears any
pants under that desk?
Roz: Not on my TV.
They laugh like schoolgirls, complete with catcalls and air-pumping.
Frasier: Girls, can we just cut out the pajama party, please?
Roz: [to Martin] Hello, Mr. C.
Martin: [taps his cheek] Hey Roz, how's my girlfriend?
Roz: Well, [gives him a kiss] she's nominated.
Daphne: How about a glass of champagne? Apparently it's French and
unprepossessing.
Frasier: Oh Daphne, save your breath. It could come out of a box and
Roz would have a glass of it.
Daphne: You know, I must say, I am so proud of you, Roz, being
recognized in a male-dominated industry. It's one more
step forward for working women. You're a credit to our
gender.
Roz: Well, thank you Daphne. Oh, that reminds me, do you have a
push-up bra I could borrow?
Daphne: I'll go and look. [exits]
Roz: Thanks. [to Frasier] I'm sorry to barge in like this, but I
had to show you this, Frasier. [retrieves a piece of newspaper
from her bag] I've got a friend over at �Broadcast Magazine�
who sent me a copy. It's a full-page ad.
Frasier: [reading] �Wendy Ashiro wishes to thank the members of the
voting committee for her nomination, and hopes they consider
her for the award.� This is nothing but shameless self-
promotion. It's in very bad taste.
Roz: I know. What are we gonna put in our ad?
Martin: Wendy Ashiro's up against you for this award? Oh, I like her,
she's a cutie.
Frasier: You're not suggesting we put our own ad in this thing?
Roz: Frasier, we're falling behind. Mike Sanchez has already sent
out tapes of his show.
Martin: Mike Sanchez? Oh, I like him.
Roz: And who knows what Fletcher Grey's doing?
Martin: Fletcher Grey?
Frasier: THANK YOU, DAD! [to Roz, about the ad] Well, all right, I �
just as long as it's tasteful and understated.
Roz: Great. I'll call my friend, and have him work something up
for us.
Frasier: No, wait a minute, wait a minute, we really want to stand out,
why run another boring old ad? We should do something
different, something unique.
Roz: Hey, I heard last year�s winner threw a big cocktail party.
Frasier: Okay, okay, we could do that, but we should do something else,
something to keep our names in their minds. You know what I
mean? Uh, I know. Personalized gifts, uh, from oh, the new
Tiffany's catalogue. [picks it up]
Roz: That's good. That's it.
Frasier: I saw the most incredible cigarette cases in here.
Roz: No, no. No cigarette cases, it sends out a bad message.
Frasier: Oh, yeah.
Roz: Ooh, how about a silver flask?
Frasier: No, we've already got your vote, Roz.
Martin: Hold on a minute. Look, I may not know anything about show-
business, but when you start sending out gifts to people who
can do something for you, that's called bribery.
Frasier: It's a simple �Thank you� for a nomination.
Martin: Well, I'm glad to hear that. [takes catalogue] Because if I
had to give somebody a gift to get an award, it's not worth
having. Might as well just go on down to the trophy store
and buy one yourself. [throws catalogue on fire, then exits]
Frasier and Roz sit down dejectedly. Silence for a moment, then-
Roz: I really want that award.
Frasier: Me too!
Roz: Get that catalogue!
They both make a dash for the fireplace.
End of Act One.
Act Two.
THE PLOT THICKENS
Scene A: The Seattle Broadcast Awards.
A black tie affair. Martin and Frasier are standing by the door.
Martin: Well, you coming in or not?
Frasier: Dad, this is a big moment for me. I want to drink it in.
Martin: Me, too. Where's the bar?
They enter, followed by a hobbling Daphne.
Daphne: Hey, not so fast. Me shoes are killing me. I hate these
shoes, I should never have let that salesgirl talk me into
getting them.
Martin: They look real good on you, though.
Daphne: [brightening up] You think so?
A man calls Frasier over.
Peterson: Dr. Crane? Bob Peterson, voting committee. [they shake
hands]
Frasier: Hi, Bob.
Peterson: Look, I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight.
Frasier: Thank you, thank you.
Peterson: Oh, and uh, thanks for the bathrobe.
Frasier: Oh, it's nothing. People get out of the shower, they're
cold.
A woman comes over as Peterson leaves.
Woman: Dr. Crane. Love the watch. [indicates her wristwatch]
Frasier: It's nothing, really. It's a pretty good likeness of me
though, isn't it?
Daphne: Can we please sit down? I have got to sit down. [she sits
at the nearest table]
Frasier: Daphne, we're at table eight. This isn't our table.
Daphne: [ripping up the card with the table number on it] It is now.
Martin: [indicating distinguished man] Hey, isn't that Fletcher
Grey?
Frasier: Oh yes, I believe it is.
Martin: Oh boy, you really got your work cut out for you here. Let
me tell you, that guy's a class act. I been listening to
him for twenty years. You know, I don't usually do this,
but I'm going over to shake his hand. [leaves table as Roz
enters]
Roz: Hey, guys.
Frasier: Oh, Roz. There's my fellow nominee.
Roz: Frasier, those gifts were such a great idea. Everybody's
talking about them.
Frasier: I know. Did you see the valet parking board? Half the key
chains there are ours!
Roz: Look, Frasier, this is a very big night for me, so please,
PLEASE don't spoil it by making fun of who I brought.
Frasier: I thought you were bringing Brad MacNamara?
Roz: Well I was, but he got called out on a story at the last
minute. Some hospital went up in flames. Do you know
anyone who has worse luck than I do?
Roz's date enters. It's Noel.
Noel: Hi, Dr. Crane. [gives Vulcan peace salute]
Frasier: Oh, hi Noel. [to Roz, quietly] Noel Shempsky's your date?
Roz: Mmm-hmm.
Noel: [arrives at table and puts his arm around Roz] A tip, Dr.
Crane? If you're ever nominated again, there's a metered
parking block three blocks away. They don't check after
six! [to Roz] Oh, here are the car keys so you can drive us
home. [to Frasier] I have night blindness. [goes to table]
Roz: I wish I did.
Noel: [sits next to Daphne] Hi. I'm Noel.
Daphne: Nice to meet you. Can you rub my feet?
Frasier: Daphne!
Niles arrives.
Niles: Good evening, everybody.
Frasier: Oh, hi Niles. Listen, thank you so much for coming. I know
how you feel about this award, and about coming downtown
after
dark.
Niles: Don't be silly. You're my brother and I wouldn't miss a
gala affair like this. Hello, Daphne.
Daphne: Can you rub my feet?
Niles: Yes.
Frasier: [stopping him] Niles. So, where's Maris?
Niles: Well, we were just getting ready to leave the house, when
Maris got a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror...
Frasier: Niles, at the end of this story, will I roll my eyes?
Niles: I did.
Frasier: Well then, just skip it. Listen, get me a scotch, will you?
Martin: [returning] That Fletcher Grey, he's aces. Would you
believe he remembered me from 1968?
Frasier: No!
Martin: Yeah, I was working on a murder case he was covering. He
just looked at me and said, "Hey, you're the guy who found
the head." He's been nominated for this award eleven times
and he's never won it.
Frasier: Really? Jeez, I didn't know that.
Daphne: Well, I'm afraid he's just going to have to lose again,
right Dr. Crane?
Martin: Well, if he does you can always cheer him up by sending him
something nice from your little gift shop.
Fletcher Grey comes over to the table.
Fletcher: Dr. Crane?
Frasier: Fletcher Grey!
Fletcher: Been meaning to come over and wish you luck. Even though I
don't think you need it.
Frasier: Well, that's very kind. I, I hardly think I have a chance
against you tonight.
Fletcher: Well you know, I hope you're right? I'd really love to win
it this time. Eleven losses in a row, it's starting to get
a little embarrassing.
Frasier: Oh, don't be silly. You'd have to lose fifteen, sixteen
times before you'd feel the least bit ashamed.
Fletcher: Would you believe I even considered campaigning for it this
year? You know, sending out gifts, throwing one on those
parties. Bet you'd have something to say on your radio
program about someone who's THAT self-absorbed.
Martin: I bet he could do a whole hour on it.
Fletcher's Mom comes over.
Mrs. Grey: Fletcher dear, they're starting to serve the salads.
Fletcher: Oh, Mom. [to Frasier] I'm sixty years old, and I'm still her
little boy.
Dr. Crane, I'd like you to meet my mother, Hannah.
Frasier: What a pleasure, Hannah. Nice to meet you.
Fletcher: Mom just flew in from Scottsdale. This is her eleventh
year.
Mrs. Grey: I hope he wins it this time. It's getting harder and harder
to get on that plane.
Fletcher: Mom, why don't you go back to the table before your legs
swell up? I'll get you another Pink Lady. No, no mom, over
there.
They go back to their table as Bebe arrives.
Bebe: Sorry I've been detained, dear.
Frasier: Oh hi, Bebe.
Bebe: Civilization will not advance one iota until they start
putting more toilets in the ladies room.
Niles returns with Frasier's scotch.
Frasier: Oh, thank you Niles.
Bebe: [to Niles] Some champagne.
Noel: Ah, a diet root beer?
Niles leaves to get the drinks.
Bebe: I have to tell you that the buzz in line was that all those
lovely gifts you've been sending have really paid off. It
looks like you're in a neck-and-neck race with Fletcher
Grey, that wrinkled old war... [notices Martin] ...rt.
Hello, Mr. Crane. You're even more handsome than the last
time I saw you. If I were twenty years older they couldn't
keep me away from you.
Martin: That's why I keep this cane.
The ceremony begins as Keith Bishop, the emcee, takes the podium.
Keith: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Would everybody please
take their seats? I'm Keith Bishop, and I'd like to welcome
you to the fifteenth annual SeaBea awards. Assisting me
tonight in handing out the awards is Miss SeaBea 1994, Tawny
Van Deusen.
As the Emcee carries on with the ceremony, Frasier talks to Roz.
Frasier: Listen Roz, I'm starting to feel uncomfortable about all the
campaigning we did. Did you know Fletcher Grey has been
nominated eleven times and never won? He didn't lift a
finger to win this thing.
Roz: Frasier, don't worry about him. Besides, he can win it next
year.
Keith: Before we start this evening�s program, I'd like to take
this moment to make a very sad announcement. I just found
out moments ago that the dean of Seattle radio, my mentor
Fletcher Grey, will be retiring this year.
All: Awww...
Keith: Take a bow, Fletcher.
Fletcher does so, to the applause of the audience.
Keith: Well, we're gonna start things off with a bang. The award
for �Outstanding Achievement For Informational Programming
in Radio...�
Roz: That's us, that's us!
Keith: Whoops. Can't see a thing without my glasses.
Frasier: You know, Fletcher Grey really deserves this award. If we
win, can't we just not accept it?
Roz: [grabbing him by the shirt] Listen, Frasier! I have waited
ten years to get this award and if I have to crawl over
Fletcher Grey's mother to get it, I'll DO IT!
Frasier: Roz, I... I've never seen you like this before.
Roz: It isn't pretty, is it?
Keith: The nominations: �Community Forum,� Wendy Ashiro, talent,
Mike Freedman, producer.
Light applause.
Keith: �Consumer Update,� Mike Sanchez, talent, T.J. �Chester�
Nuevo, producer.
More light applause.
Keith: �The Frasier Crane Show," Dr. Frasier Crane, talent, Roz
Doyle, producer.
Still more light applause.
Keith: �Fletcher Grey: From Where I Sit,� Fletcher Grey, talent,
Fletcher Grey, producer.
There is a huge round of applause.]
Keith: And the envelope, please?
Frasier: If we win this thing, they're gonna lynch us!
Roz: So what? At least everyone will see my dress.
Keith: Well... this is a first. It seems we have a tie.
Frasier: Good. We can share it with Fletcher.
Roz: I don't want to share it! I'm already sharing it with you!
Keith: And the winners are... Wendy Ashiro and Mike Sanchez!
Frasier: What??
Roz: What!!
Mrs. Grey: What?
FADE TO:
THE THRILLING DENOUEMENT
Scene B: Time Lapse.
The staff are cleaning up. Roz and Frasier are still drowning
their sorrows.
Martin: Well, the party's over. Are you coming home?
Frasier: No, dad.
Martin: Then I'll guess we'll just go on without you.
Frasier: Fine with me.
Martin: Listen, Frasier. I don't agree with the way you went about
it, but I'm still sorry that you lost. It's never easy to
lose.
Frasier: Thanks, dad.
Martin: Of course, if you were to have joined some organized sports
when you were a kid, when the lessons of winning and losing
could have been learned at an early age, you might have...
Frasier: DAD!
Martin: All right. Sorry, wrong time. We'll talk about it tomorrow,
over breakfast. Okay, Daphne. Let's get you home, and soak
your feet in some hot Epsom Salts.
Daphne: Oh, I have the life of a princess. [they leave]
Noel: Don't feel bad, Roz. it's an honor just to get a nomination.
Roz: Will you stop saying that?
Noel: Okay. I'm leaving.
Roz: Oh Noel, I'm sorry, I'm just despondent. [he waits,
expectantly] ...No no, go ahead. [waves him away]
Frasier: ROZ!
Roz: Noel? Noel? I'm sorry. Thank you. I'll see you at work,
on Monday?
He shows her the thumbs-up sign and leaves. Fletcher comes over.
Fletcher: How you guys doing?
Roz: Well, I've been better.
Niles enters, hands Fletcher a drink, then leaves.
Fletcher: You know, when you feel this sting of losing, you have to
realize that it all boils down to the fact that it's not
about awards. It's not about accolades. It's about a body
of work. If you can look at yourself in a mirror and say
you've done a good job, that's all that matters. If you can
do that, let the awards fall where they may.
He leaves.
Frasier: Wow. All those nominations, nothing to show for it, he still
walks out of here with his head held high and a smile on his
face.
Roz: [bursting into tears] I'm never going to get nominated for a
SeaBea again!
Frasier: Oh, come on Roz.
Roz: I mean it, I'm not!
Frasier: Oh, no.
Roz: The world is full of winners and losers, and I'm just a
loser!
Frasier: Aw, I wouldn't be with you if you were a loser. Come on,
we're a team. Look, before we're done, we're gonna win lots
of these things. You and I are amigos, compadres, okay? Now
listen, I am not gonna leave your side until I see a little
smile on that face.
Tawny, Miss SeaBea, wanders toward Frasier.
Tawny: Dr. Crane? I really love your show, and I was just
wondering, would you like to have a drink with me?
Frasier: [to Roz] Do I see the beginning of a little smile?
Roz: Oh, go ahead.
Frasier: Thanks, Roz.
He gets up and leaves with Tawny
Frasier: So, it's a very interesting name you have.
Tawny: You mean Miss SeaBea?
Frasier: Well actually, I, er... yeah.
End of Act Two.
Credits:
Roz and Fletcher's Mom are having a drink together. When Roz has
another crying jag, Mom takes the opportunity to steal her drink.
Guest Appearances
Special Guest Star
HARRIET SANSOM HARRIS as Bebe Glaser
Guest Starring
JOHN McMARTIN as Fletcher Grey
PATRICK KERR as Noel
WREN J. BROWN as Keith Bishop
MAXINE ELLIOTT as Mrs. Grey
TRISH RAMISH as Tawny Van Deusen
MARK SAWYER as Bob Peterson
AILEEN FITZPATRICK as Committee Member
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