[2.19]Someone To Watch Over Me

Someone To Watch Over Me                  Written by Don Siegel
                                          Directed by James Burrows
Production Code: 2.19
Episode Number In Production Order: 46
Original Airdate on NBC:  
Episode filmed on 28th March 1995
Transcript written on 15th June 2000 
Transcript revised on 8th February 2003

Transcript {Iain McCallum}

Act 1

Scene 1 - KACL
Frasier is in the studio talking to one of his callers.

Frasier: Brian, let me assure you.  No one is a born scatterbrain!  
         You simply have to develop your powers of concentration. 
         On a trip to the Amazon I was able to observe the hunters 
         of the primitive Shipibo tribe.  With nothing more than a 
         crude blowgun they can bring down small monkeys from the 
         forest canopy high above their heads.  How? 

Someone comes into Rozís booth and hands her a sheet of paper while 
Frasier continues.

Frasier: Focus, and mental discipline.  And thatís what we have to 
         work on, Brian.  Focus on one thing and not allow ourselves 
         to be distracted by a single- [Roz rushes in excited and shows 
         Frasier the piece of paper] WEíVE BEEN NOMINATED FOR A 

Frasier and Roz jump up and down in excitement before realising the 
problems of the last caller and that he is still on the line.

Frasier: Of course, we should never become so single-minded that we 
         donít allow ourselves to be spontaneous.  Weíll be back right 
         after this.

Frasier goes to a commercial break.

Frasier: Oh, Roz.  This is wonderful.  They like me, they really like 
    Roz: Oh my God, I have to lose five pounds in two weeks.
Frasier: [taking the bar of chocolate that Roz is eating out of her 
         hands] Well, thatíll be enough of that!

Frasier goes to open his briefcase and takes out a red rose.

Frasier: Roz.  Listen, I bought this for you this morning and I was 
         hoping that I wouldnít have to say this was just for being 
    Roz: Oh thanks, Frasier.  This is so great.  You know, last year 
         I was so obsessed with winning that I didnít even enjoy being 
         nominated.  But this year I donít care if we win or lose.  
         Iím just gonna buy myself a beautiful dress and have my hair 
         done and Iím gonna stretch out in the back of a limo with my 
Frasier: And wonder why you bothered having your hair done!

Bulldog rushes in and grabs Frasier.

Bulldog: Hey, Doc.  Congratulations!  Hey, Roz... 

He sees Roz is not too impressed, so he doesnít grab her.

Frasier: Well, I understand congratulations are in order for you as 
         well, Bulldog.  What is this now?  Four nominations, three 
Bulldog: Yeah.  Iíve been a symbol of broadcasting excellence in 
         Seattle since 1991.

Bulldog starts sniffing the air before barking and stamping his feet 
at a woman outside.

Bulldog: See ya, Doc.
    Roz: Thirty seconds.
Frasier: Thank you, Roz.  Whom do we have?
    Roz: On line one we have a shoplifter from Bainbridge, and then 
         line two is your number one fan.
Frasier: Oh, Kari.
    Roz: Mmm-hmm, for the fourth time this week.  Why donít you let me 
         get rid of her?  All she ever does is gush and tell you how 
         wonderful you are.
Frasier: And this hurts me how? 

Frasier starts the show again.

Frasier: Hello Seattle, weíre back.  Got time for just one more call.  
         So, Roz Ė who do we have on the line?
    Roz: Oh, please!
Frasier: Hello.  Youíre on with Frasier Crane.
   Kari: [v.o.] Hi, Dr. Crane.  Itís me, Kari.  Nervous as usual.  
         Anyway, I hope youíre not getting sick of me.  I just think 
         youíre wonderful.  Thank you for always talking to me.
Frasier: Well, thank you for being so sweet.
   Kari: Well, thank you for giving such good advice.
Frasier: Well, thank you for being... 

Roz knock violently on the glass for Frasier to wrap it up.

Frasier: If thatís all?
   Kari: That was a beautiful rose you bought this morning.
Frasier: Yes, I bought it to give to... [confused] Excuse me?
   Kari: Donít be surprised.  I saw you at the floristís.  You werenít 
         doing your regular routine.
Frasier: My regular routine?
   Kari: Cafť Nervosa.  You go there every morning.  Except today. 
         I can tell Iím boring you now.  Bye!
Frasier: Well, goodbye Kari.  Well thatís all our time for today,
         Seattle.  Goodbye and good listening. 

Frasier signs off.  Roz comes into the booth.

    Roz: That was pretty weird.  Now sheís following you?
Frasier: I donít think itís so weird. Itís hardly following.  Maybe 
         she hangs out at Cafť Nervosa too and the florist is right 
         next door.
    Roz: Well, be careful out there.  Thereís a lot of creeps.
Frasier: Oh Roz I hate that word, ďcreeps.Ē  Thereís a lot of odd 
         people in this business.  I never refer to any of them as 
         a ďcreep.Ē

Bulldog comes into the booth.

Bulldog: Hey Roz, will you stop wearing those corduroys?  I canít see 
         your pantyline. 

Roz looks at Frasier who rolls his eyes.

Frasier: Although some people do send me groping for synonyms.


Scene 2 Ė Frasierís Apartment Frasier and Niles walk in to see Daphne sitting at the table. Frasier: Ah, what are you up to? Daphne: I just measured your Father for his tuxedo. Niles: Oh Frasier, that reminds me. Iím afraid Maris wonít be able to make your SeaBea awards tomorrow night. Frasier: Well, I can hardly be surprised. Any particular reason? Niles: Yes! And this time itís a good one. Sheís very upset about her manicurist. The womanís been doing Marisís nails for years now and sadly she was just taken critically ill. Daphne: Oh, dear. How bad is she? Niles: Sheíll be fine once she finds another manicurist! Until then sheís curtailing all public appearances. Frasier: Yes, well Iím sorry. Itís not like Iím nominated for a SeaBea every year. Oh, wait a minute Ė yes, it is! Niles: Well, as some illustrious person once said, "popularity is the hallmark of mediocrity." Frasier: You just made that up, didnít you? Niles: Yes, but I stand by it. Daphne: Will you be joining us for dinner tonight, Dr. Crane? Niles: No. Frasier and I are going to the opera. Weíre seeing- Frasier/Niles: Der Fliegende Hollander. Niles: Oh, donít forget Ė the tickets are in your briefcase. I can hear that first aria already. [starts humming the tune] Martin: Donít, Niles. Youíll start singing it, then Iíll start singing it, and I wonít be able to get it out of my head. Frasier opens his briefcase and finds a scarf inside. Frasier: Whatís this? [reads the label] ďDear Dr. Crane. A little bit of me to wrap around your neck. Your number one fan, Kari.Ē Daphne: Oh, how sweet. Your fan knitted you a scarf. Frasier: Yes, but when did she find the time to put it in my briefcase? I havenít had it out of my hand all day except when I was in the barberís chair. Martin: Hell, that didnít give her more than thirty seconds! Niles: [examining the label] So youíre saying this woman followed you into the barber shop then slipped a scarf into your briefcase. Frasier: Well, sheís a very devoted fan. Niles: She has the handwriting of a sociopath. Frasier: Oh, she does not. Niles: [holding up the label] Big loops. Daphne: Thatís exactly how Scotland Yard caught ďThe Butcher of Brighton.Ē He used big loops Ė a clear sign of anger. And he crossed his tís in a downward stroke, indicating aggression. Of course, he also kept a demitasse saucer full of eyelids on his night table. Daphne leaves the room. Frasier: Anybody here besides me think we should put a two-way lock on her door? Martin: Well, if you ask me itís probably nothing, but there are some weirdos out there, so just keep your eyes open. Frasier: Dad, sheís not a weirdo. Sheís just a woman who finds me utterly fascinating Niles: And the distinction would be? Frasier: In any case, I do think that her invading my space is inappropriate. I hardly think we should start barricading the door. Daphne has come back. Niles: Letís review. She started with calls to the station, then moved onto spying on you. Now sheís been in your briefcase. Itís the classic progression of the predator stalking its prey in ever-narrowing circles, or ďloops.Ē Thatís for you, Daphne. Daphne: [looks up and smiles] Thank you. The doorbell rings and Frasier goes to answer. Frasier: Niles, you make me sound like a goat staked out in a clearing. No one is hunting me down. No one is closing in on me. Frasier opens the door to find a large number of balloons floating outside. Frasier: Oh, look. These must be from the station. [examines the card] ďFrom your number one fan Kari. Your time has come. Youíre finally going to get what you deserve.Ē Niles: The loop tightens! Frasier: Stop it, Niles. Sheís probably just referring to the fact that itís time I win this award. Try as you will, you are not going to turn me into some sort of a nervous wreck. Frasier goes to bring the balloons inside but accidentally bursts one of them causing him to reel back in surprised fear. Frasier: Itís just not going to happen! FADE TO:
Scene 3 - KACL Frasier is speaking to one of his callers. Madman: I donít understand it, Doc. Iím a successful guy. I have my own car dealership but still Iím depressed. Youíve probably heard of me Ė Madman Martinez. Frasier: Well, what seems to be the source of your depression, Madman? Madman: I guess itís just that business is down. I donít know why. I slashed prices this week. Right now I got an í88 old Cutlass on the lot in rare turquoise metallic, Cordoba roof, leather, factory year... Frasier: Madman... Madman: [voice getting increasingly louder and excited] And thatís nothing compared to the six brand new Superís I got in. Their prices... Frasier: [becoming increasingly annoyed] Maybe... Madman: Twenty-percent discount to all your listeners! People say to me, ďMadman, youíre crazy.Ē I say, ďHEY, I DEAL IN VOLUME!Ē Frasier: Fortunately, so do I. [cuts off the line] Well, thatís about all the time we have today, folks. Stay tuned for Bob "Bulldog" Briscoe after these paid commercial messages. Frasier signs off and goes into Rozís booth. Roz is sitting there trying to hide her face. Frasier: Roz, what is the matter with you? Youíre supposed to be screening these calls! Roz: Just dowse me in gasoline and toss me a match. Frasier: I was hoping a stern warning would do the trick. Roz turns around to reveal a huge red mark on her nose. Frasier looks in horror. Roz: Iím talking about this! Three hours until the limo picks me up for the SeaBeas and my nose erupts like Krakatoa! Frasier: Itís barely noticeable. Roz: From where, the Space Shuttle? Vintage Roz or what? I finally lose five pounds and I gain three of it back on my nose! Frasier: Roz, Iím sure that with enough foundation and some contouring, maybe a little shadowing... [realises he is fighting a lost cause] Have you considered wearing a beekeeperís mask? Roz: Do I make fun of that Astrodome you call a forehead? Frasier: Gee, Roz. Itís been sort of a tough week for me too, you know? Kari has taken to putting notes in my briefcase. Sheís even been to my apartment. Roz: Frasier, youíve got to do something. Donít you remember Leo, the Happy Chef? He had an obsessed fan too. It started out innocently just like yours and she ended up breaking into his house. Frasier: Yes, I understand she bent his whisk and scratched all his Teflon! Roz: Make fun all you want, but she made his life miserable and she didnít quit until he hired himself a bodyguard. Want me to find out who he is? Frasier: No, no, no. I have a hard time believing that Kari poses a real threat. I mean she doesnít even have the nerve to come up and look at me face to face. Lord knows sheís had the opportunity. Roz: Well, suit yourself. If you ask me the woman is acting very weird. Roz takes out a teabag and puts it on her nose. Frasier: Tea good for your nose? Roz: [sarcastic] No, I finally found a bag to match my shoes! Frasier: Roz, youíre dripping all over the console Frasier takes a handkerchief out his pocket to wipe up and a small card falls out as well, which Frasier examines. Frasier: Kari? Roz: Again? How did she get in your jacket? Frasier: I have no idea. [reading the card] ďIím very disappointed in you, Dr. Crane. You didnít wear the scarf I knitted you even though it was very cold. The last man who disappointed me that way... is in his grave. P.S. Ė Iíll be at the awards tonight and Iíll be looking for you. Your number one fan, Kari.Ē Roz: Oh, great. Iím sitting at your table with a bulls-eye on my nose! End of Act 1 Act 2
Scene 1 Ė Frasierís Apartment Frasier, Daphne and Martin are all dressed ready for the SeaBeas. Frasier is pacing the floor. Daphne: Now, now, Dr. Crane youíve really got to try to relax. Frasier: Oh, youíre right, Daphne. After all, what do I have to be nervous about? Iím only up for a major award. If I lose Iíll be devastated. If I win then a madwoman whoís been stalking me will have a clear shot when I accept! Daphne: Oh, donít worry about it so. Thatís what you hired a bodyguard for. Martin: I still donít see why. Most likely nothingís gonna happen, and even if it does I was a cop for thirty years. This whole thingís a waste of money. Frasier: Dad, thereís a big difference between a policeman and a skilled bodyguard. These people are trained to size up a crowd, plan escape routes, even get shot if necessary. Martin: Hey, I know how to take a bullet. Frasier: Oh yes, thatís just what your personality needs Ė another bullet! The doorbell goes. Frasier: That must be him. Who is it, please? Niles: Lizzie Borden. I want you to autograph my hatchet. Frasier opens the door to a smug Niles. Frasier: Thatís not very funny. Niles: Everyone ready to go? Martin: Nah, weíre still waiting for his rent-a-goon. Frasier: Apparently heís stuck in traffic. Niles: Perhaps your admirer ran into him first and heís stuffed in some janitorís closet, his purple bloated tongue protruding above his freshly garroted neck. Is that champagne? Frasier: Well, youíre a fountain of comfort this evening. Niles: Oh, Iím just teasing. If you must know Iím a little jealous. I told Maris about your troubles. All she does is sulk and talk about bodyguards. "Why donít we need one? Arenít we important enough to be stalked?" I have no idea what to say to the poor woman. Martin: Tell her to just go on being herself and her day will come. The doorbell goes. Frasier: That must be my muscle. Frasier looks through the security hole. Frasier: Dear God, itís a woman. Whereís my bodyguard when I need him? Woman: Hello? Itís Cindy Carruthers from The Unified Protection Agency. Martin: Your bodyguardís name is Cindy? Whatís the matter Ė they were all out of Tiffanyís? Frasier: I was expecting someone big and wide like a Dominic, a Rocko, a Ruth even. Frasier opens the door to the woman. Frasier: Hello. So glad to see you. Cindy: Thank you Dr. Crane, but you just made a fatal mistake. Frasier: Oh my God, it is Kari! Cindy: No. I mean you should have called The Agency and asked for a description before you let me in. Cindy makes a call on her mobile. Cindy: Hi, Tina. Bring the car around to the service entrance. Frasier: Tina? Martin: I guess Candy was busy. Cindy: First rule for tonight is, trust no one you donít know. Martin: Ooh, let me write that down. Frasier: I suppose youíre right. I just start to feel silly when I act paranoid. Cindy: Donít. Paranoid is good. Niles: [proudly] I was paranoid. Cindy: Who are these people? Frasier: [introducing] This is my brother Dr. Niles Crane, my father Martin and his home care specialist Daphne Moon. Daphne: [as Cindy shakes her hand] Goodness. Youíve seen quite a bit of mayhem in your day. Cindy: Excuse me? Daphne: Well you see, I can sense these things. Iím a bit psychic. Wait, Iím getting a flash now... Did you have a grandfather with a steel plate in his head? Cindy looks at Daphne suspiciously, then looks back at Frasier. Cindy: This lunatic whoís been calling you Ė any particular accent? Frasier: No, no. Cindy: You have a security system in this place? Daphne: We donít need a security system. Weíve got Eddie here. Eddie is lying thoroughly bored on the couch. Cindy: Hello, Eddie. Eddie gets up and buries his head under the nearest pillow. Martin: Donít let him fool you. You lay a hand on me, youíd have a bite on your butt the size of a tennis ball. Frasier: And Eddie would go for your ankles! Daphne: My, look at the time. Shouldnít we be going? Cindy: Youíd better let me secure the elevator. Wait here and donít open the door for anyone. By the way Dr. Crane, Iíll need to know your blood type, location of the nearest trauma center and a list of any family members whoíd be willing to donate organs. She exits. Niles: Just so you know, Frasier, I have unusually small kidneys. The phone goes and Daphne picks it up. Daphne: Hello, Crane residence... [puts her hand over the mouthpiece] I think itís her! Frasier: Niles Ė call Cindy. Put it on speaker. Daphne puts the call on speakerphone. Frasier: Hello. Kari: Hi. I know youíre in a hurry but I just wanted to let you know Iíll be wearing a bright red dress tonight. Frasier: Kari? Kari: But donít worry. You wonít have to find me Ė Iíll find you. [Eddie runs off to the bedrooms] Kari: Bye. Frasier: Kari, wait. [Kari hangs up] Daphne: Oh, donít let it bother you so. Come on, letís go. Quite frankly I find it hard to imagine a woman with such a sweet little voice being dangerous. Martin: Does the name Squeaky Fromme mean anything to you? They exit. [N.B. Squeaky Fromme was a female member of the Charles Manson cult.] FADE TO:
Scene 2 - The SeaBea Awards Frasier, Martin, Daphne and Cindy walk in to a large crowded room at the Awards Ceremony. Cindy: Alright, weíre seeing a lot of red dresses here, so letís go over some ground rules: Donít go anywhere alone. If you have to go to the menís room, go with a "buddy" and keep your back to the wall at all times. Martin: Itís gonna take some marksmanship right there. Cindy: Donít move, but I think I see her. Red dress standing by the bar. Sheís staring at every man who comes in here but sheís hiding her face behind a program. Frasier looks over but sees it is Roz covering her face (in particular her nose). Frasier: That is my producer Roz. Sheís harmless. She just has a pimple on her nose. Looks like some kind of biblical plague! Frasier goes to bring Roz over to the rest of the group and takes the program off her. Frasier: Roz, Roz, over here. Oh, give me that, will you? You look beautiful. Come join us. Roz comes over but now covers her nose with her hand. Cindy: Hi, Iím Cindy Carruthers. Roz: Hi. [looks over to Martin and Daphne still covering her nose] Hi. Daphne/Martin: [both covering their noses] Hi Frasier: Stop that! Now Roz, listen, you look terrific. Youíve done a wonderful little job with your problem there. Itís practically disappeared. Bulldog wanders in and sees Roz. Bulldog: Whoa, Roz! Wonít you guide my sleigh tonight? Roz walks off being consoled by Daphne. Bulldog turns to Cindy. Bulldog: And whoís this lovely lady? Cindy: Cindy Carruthers. Frasier: Careful. She has a concealed weapon. Bulldog: Makes two of us. Martin: Heís not kidding. Sheís his bodyguard. Bulldog: Hey. Howíd you like to check out a body worth guarding? Cindy grabs Bulldog by the throat with a Ranger chokehold. Cindy: If I move my thumb a quarter of an inch, I could kill you. Bulldog: Whoa! Iíve never been so turned on in my life. She tightens her grip, forcing him to his knees. Bulldog: Ow, ow! OK, let me go. [Cindy releases him] So can I call you? She raises her hand and Bulldog runs off. Niles walks in. Frasier: You know, I wish this woman would just make her move. I hate this looking over my shoulder thinking it could be anyone. Niles: At least you know sheís wearing a red dress. Martin: Maybe. Niles: What do you mean, "maybe"? Martin: [sarcastic] Well, Iím no professional bodyguard, but if I was a loony toon looking to whack a guy, you know maybe I just wouldnít tell the truth about what I was wearing. Cindy: No offence to your father, but I think you should stick to looking for a woman in a red dress. Daphne walks back in with Roz. Rozís hairstyle is truly hideous with a massive fringe covering one half of her face, completely obscuring her nose. Frasier looks slightly aghast. Daphne: Here we are. Good as new. Cindy: Well, should we all head up to the ballroom? Frasier: All right. Roz: [partially blinded by her hair] Help me! Daphne guides her towards the elevator. Frasier takes Niles aside. Frasier: Niles, just hear me out on this. Didnít it seem curious to you that Cindy was so quick to dismiss Dadís theory? Cindy who is not wearing a red dress? Niles: Frasier, you canít think that sheís the... Frasier: Shh! Niles: Well she couldnít be the... Frasier: Shh!! Niles: Well, how... Frasier: SHH! Think about it. She was conveniently out of the apartment at precisely the moment the stalker phoned. Niles: So she was. And we know she has a cellular phone. Thatís how she called for the car. Frasier: What if it is Cindy? Why hasnít she made her move? Niles: Maybe sheís waiting to get you alone. Niles and Frasier move towards the elevator to go up to the ballroom. Niles gets in but the lift is getting crowded. Cindy stops Frasier getting in. Cindy: Too many red dresses in there. Weíll take our own elevator. Niles and Frasier gasp as Niles tries to reach out to Frasier but the elevator door closes. Frasier looks scared. Cindy: Donít be nervous. Frasier: Oh, Iím not nervous. Iím just a little chilly. Itís a cold night. Cindy: Should have worn a scarf! Frasier: Yes, I suppose I should have. Believe me, I meant to. Honest. [grabbing for the elevator button] Where is that elevator? Cindy: You know I asked for this assignment? Truth is, Iím quite a fan of yours. But I guess you figured that out already? Frasier: Oh my God! Cindy: What? The elevator door opens. Frasier tries to distract Cindy by pointing at the other side of the room while he dives into the elevator. Frasier: There! Cindy: Where? Frasier: There, behind the bar! Frasier scrambles into the elevator and the doors close behind him. He looks relieved until he hears a voice behind him. It is a woman in a red dress. Woman: Frasier Crane? Iíve been waiting for this moment for a long time. Iím your number one fan. The woman goes to take something out of her purse. Before she can Frasier grabs her in an arm-lock. The elevator door opens to reveal Frasier pinning the woman to the ground. Niles and the others look on in amazement. Frasier: Roz, Roz, find Cindy! Woman: Help me, please! Get him off me! Roz: Frasier, are you insane? This is Mrs. Littlejohn Ė the Head of the Nominations Committee. Niles looks down at Mrs. Littlejohn who is still being pinned to the ground. Niles: Emilia Littlejohn? This is a small world. I know your brother Aubrey! Roz turns to look at Niles in disgust. Roz helps Frasier get Mrs. Littlejohn to her feet and help her out of the elevator. Frasier: Oh, Iím so sorry Mrs. Littlejohn. You see, itís just that, Iím being stalked by this woman named Kari and when you said that youíd been waiting for me, I... Littlejohn: To get an autograph for my niece! Frasier: Oh, well, whoís got a pen? Mrs. Littlejohn walks off in disgust. Roz: Letís hope we win this year because weíre not getting nominated next year! Niles: Roz, are you doing something different with your hair? Roz clouts Niles across the head. Cindy runs up to Frasier. Cindy: What happened? Why did you run away from me? Frasier: Oh, Iíll tell you what happened. The paranoia has turned me into a crazy person. First I though you were the stalker. Then I thought she was the stalker, [pointing towards Mrs. Littlejohn] You know, Iíve had enough of this. Iím gonna confront this thing face to face. Frasier walks towards the elevator and gets in. Frasier: [practically shouting] Everyone! I will be in the lobby. Martin: Frasier, calm down... Frasier: I WILL BE IN THE LOBBY! Martin notices a woman sitting on a sofa wearing a red dress and a ďbizarreĒ purple and white scarf. Martin: Youíre Kari, arenít you? Kari: How did you know? Martin: You made a scarf just like that for Frasier. Heís my son. Kari: I think thereís been a big misunderstanding. Iím just a fan. I never meant to frighten him. Martin: Well, what about that note Ė about the last guy who didnít wear the scarf ended up in his grave? Kari: That was my husband Walter. He caught pneumonia. I wonít bother your son anymore. Could you just tell him what happened? Martin: Iíll be glad to explain and, if Iím lucky, he wonít understand and Iíll have to explain all over again. Kari: Iím sure heíll understand. Thatís the one thing about your son, Mr. Crane Ė heís so smart and level-headed. Kari walks off. Martin: [to himself] Whatís she been smoking? CUT TO: Lobby Frasierís elevator opens out onto the lobby, which is empty. Frasier: Well, Iím here Ė you demented harpy. Come and get me. Frasier hears a door and looks to the other side of the room to see someone leaving. Frasier: Kari? Frasier follows through the door and ends up down in the parking lot. He canít see anyone else. Frasier: Alright, I know youíre down here. Come on out and face me! Not so brave anymore, huh? You think youíre tough but youíre only tough as long as youíre hiding in the shadows. You wanna see whoís really tough? You just come on out here! From behind a parked van three rather big, rather burly men walk out and stare at Frasier. Frasier is taken aback. Frasier: When I said "tough" I was speaking clearly in a rhetorical sense. The three men start to walk towards Frasier as Frasier starts to walk backwards. Frasier: Would... er... any of you happen to have the time? Frasier takes off his watch and offers it to the men. Frasier: Would any of you like the time? Frasier turns and makes a run for the stairs back up to the Awards Ceremony whilst being chased. End of Act 2 Credits: Mrs. Littlejohn announces the award and Frasier has won it. However when Frasier and Roz go up to accept it, Roz still has her ridiculous hairdo and Frasier has obviously been beaten up, his shirt half undone and his hair in a mess. They make their speeches and get off the podium as quickly as possible. [N.B. The question of whether or not Frasier has actually won a SeaBea has been a source of confusion in later episodes. This tag seems to establish that he has, and we see his SeaBea in Season Threeís ďThe Show Where Diane Comes Back,Ē but later episodes say heís never won it. Perhaps they overlooked this tag.]

Guest Appearances

 Guest Starring
 ALYSON REED as Cindy Carruthers
 RITA McKENZIE as Mrs. Littlejohn

 Guest Callers
 JOHN LITHGOW as Madman Martinez

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