[3.16]Look Before You Leap

Look Before You Leap                      Written by Chuck Ranberg and Anne Flett-Giordano
                                            Directed by James Burrows
Production Code: 11.16
Episode Number In Production Order: 66
Filmed on: 
Original Airdate on NBC: 27th February 1996
Transcript replaced on 29th May, 2004

Transcript {Michael Lee}

(N.B. This transcript was originally written by Matthew Barr, but lost
during revisions to the site.  I have tried to be as faithful to the
original as possible.  I apologize to all, and any mistakes are 
entirely my own.)

Skyline: A helicopter rises above the skyline.


Scene One - Frasier's Apartment - Morning
Daphne is setting the table for breakfast.  Martin comes out.
 Martin: Hey, Daphne!  You seen Eddie?
 Daphne: No, I havenít.
 Martin: It just doesnít feel right to start the day without him 
         licking me awake.
 Daphne: Well, donít look at me.

Frasier comes in the front door with Eddie.

Frasier: Morning, all.  Daphne, I got treats!
 Martin: What the hell are you doing with him?
Frasier: We went for a walk.
 Martin: Iím talking to Eddie.
Frasier: When I saw what a beautiful day it was, I headed for the park.  
         Of course, the only people in the park at this hour of the 
         morning without dogs are winos and that guy in the harem pants 
         that washes his hair in the fountain.  He says hello, by the 
 Daphne: It is sort of nice out, isnít it?
Frasier: Sort of nice?  My God, havenít you people noticed this?  Itís 
         incredible!  Dad, you should feel this.  Itís eighty degrees 
         outside and itís the middle of February!  
 Daphne: Oh, it is beautiful, and in the middle of such a terrible 
         winter.  Oh, I love natureís little aberrations: warm days in 
         winter, four leaf clovers, Australians...
Frasier: Yes, it is glorious.  It defies you not to take a moment to 
         acknowledge the power that created it.
 Martin: [out the window] Thank you, global warming!  Hey Frasier, 
         think your guy down at the liquor store could send a bottle 
         of Scotch to my buddy Jimmy in Montana?
Frasier: Sure, Dad.  Whatís the occasion?
 Martin: Todayís his sixteenth birthday.
Frasier: Oh well, youíll want to throw in a hooker too, wonít you?
 Martin: No, donít you get it?  Itís February 29th.
Frasier: Hmm.
 Martin: Itís a leap year.
Frasier: Right.
 Martin: He only gets a birthday every four years.
Frasier: I get it, Dad.
 Martin: Heís really sixty-four.
Frasier: I can do the math.
 Martin: Jimmyís having a big shindig tonight.  A lot of guys from the 
         force fly in for it.  Everybody drinks a lot of beer, and then 
         they have a contest to see whoís got the biggest scar.  You 
         know, this year I had a real good chance of winning it now 
         that ďShark BaitĒ OíReillyís finally died.

He takes his coffee to his chair and opens the paper.

 Daphne: So, why arenít you going?
Frasier: Yeah Dad, you should go.
 Martin: Ah, Montanaís too far away.
Frasier: Well Dad, his birthday only comes around once every four 
         years.  As a matter of fact, this day only comes around 
         every four years.  You know, itís like a free day, a gift.  
         We should do something special, be bold!  Itís leap year, 
         take a leap!
 Martin: You know, I was just about to say the same thing to you.
 Daphne: Your sonís right.  You shouldnít be afraid to shake up your 
         routine a little bit.
 Martin: Hey, I donít see you taking any big leaps today.
 Daphne: If there was something I wanted to do, I would do it.
 Martin: Well, youíre always whining about wanting to change your hair.
 Daphne: [whining] I donít whine!

Martin gets up and goes to the kitchen.

 Martin: [imitating] ďIím so sick of me hair.  Do you think I should 
         get it cut like Princess Di?  Ooh, do you think thatíd make 
         me cheeks look too fat?  That reminds me of the craziest thing 
         me Grammy Moon used to say!Ē

[N.B. John Mahoney is an Englishman by birth.  In fact, while Jane 
Leeves is actually from Essex, in southeast Britain, Mahoney was
born in the northwest county of Lancashire, adjacent to Daphneís 

 Martin: Iíll pay for the damn haircut if you stop yakking and just do 
 Daphne: Yes, well Iíll pay for you to go to Montana. [aside to 
         Frasier] Thatís not the one next to New Hampshire, is it?
Frasier: No.  And Dad can pay for his own trip.
 Daphne: All right, then.  And I can pay for me own haircut.

Martin comes back and sits at the breakfast table.

Frasier: All right, Dad, back in your court.  Are you up to the leap 
         year challenge?
 Martin: Ah...
Frasier: Dad, Jimmyís already sixteen.  How many more birthdays is he 
         going to have?
 Martin: [smiles] You know, I would kind of hate not being there when 
         Jimmy brings out the big ham.  Oh, all right, what the hell, 
         Iíll go.  Iíll call the airlines after breakfast.
Frasier: Thatís the spirit!
 Martin: Hey, whatís your big leap year challenge?

The doorbell goes.

Frasier: Well, have you forgotten?  Iím singing ďButtons and BowsĒ 
         tonight at the P.B.S. pledge drive.
 Martin: You sung that same stupid song for the last three years.
Frasier: Yes, but Iím doing something remarkably fresh and different  
         with it this year!
 Martin: Youíre just blowing smoke, arenít you?
Frasier: Like a í56 Rambler!

He opens the door to Niles.

Frasier: Good morning, Niles!
  Niles: Good?  Itís glorious, heaven-sent!  And you know why?  Maris 
         called!  She wants to get together with me this evening.
Frasier: Oh Niles, thatís wonderful news!  Itís high time you and Maris 
         sat down and talked through your problems.
  Niles: She doesnít want to talk.  When she says ďget togetherĒ she 
         means in the ďYou wear the crŤme fraiche, Iíll lick it offĒ 
         sense.  Sheís cleared her schedule from seven till seven-
         thirty, that means foreplay AND cuddling!
 Martin: [gets up] You know, Niles, remember when you were a kid and 
         your mother and I wouldnít discuss the Cuban Missile Crisis 
         in front of you because we knew itíd give you bad dreams?
  Niles: Yes.
 Martin: Itís a two-way street.

He exits.

 Daphne: Breakfast, Dr. Crane?
  Niles: Uh yes, thank you, Daphne.

She goes to the kitchen as Frasier and Niles sit at the table.

Frasier: Niles, I donít mind telling you, Iím a little bit concerned 
         about this.  Maris claps her hands, you come running?
  Niles: Oh well, donít forget thereís a little something for me in 
         this too.  I havenít had sex in six months.
Frasier: Oh, surely youíre exaggerating, youíve only been separated for 
  Niles: And your point would be?
Frasier: You really want to sacrifice your self-respect for a roll in 
         the hay?
  Niles: Substitute a 16th-century giltwood fainting couch for hay and 
         watch me roll!
Frasier: Niles, you and Maris have not sat down and discussed your 
         problems.  As a psychiatrist you know that sex will only cloud 
         the issues.
  Niles: You donít realize how desperate I am.  Ever since our 
         separation, Iíve been paying women to touch me.
Frasier: Oh, Niles...
  Niles: Manicurists, pedicurists, facialists.  Whenever you see a man 
         whoís well-groomed, you can bet heís not getting any.

He gets up.

Frasier: Well, will you at least think about what Iíve said?
  Niles: I canít.  Sheís leaving for Europe in the morning, so I have a 
         very small window of opportunity.
Frasier: Niles... you know Iím right.
  Niles: [frustrated] You just donít want me to have sex because youíre 
         not having any!
Frasier: [shakes a finger at him] I most certainly am too!
  Niles: [grabs his hand] Your lips say yes, but your cuticles speak 

Frasier, miserable, turns around and sits back at the table, sulkily 
putting his napkin in his lap.

Frasier: Niles...
  Niles: Oh, youíre right.  Iíll tell her no. [he sits back down] Itís 
         not going to be easy, though.
Frasier: Of course not.  Just donít think about sex.
 Daphne: [o.s.] Would you like me to butter your buns for you, Dr. 

Nilesís hand shakes, rattling his coffee cup on the table.  Frasier 
steadies him.

Frasier: Grandma in a teddy.
  Niles: [thinks, then] Thank you.


Scene Two - KACL Roz is setting up for the show. Frasier comes in the door, singing. Frasier: Youíre all mine in buttons and bows! [pushes the door closed with his foot] Roz: Oh God, it must be P.B.S. pledge time again. Frasier: Mmm-hmm! Roz, it is a wonderful day. You know, I think the entire city of Seattle is convinced itís springtime. I was walking down the street, I passed a pet store, and in the window I could see two snakes doing a mating dance. Roz: If you ask me, celebrating a dance that brings more snakes into the world is like toasting a law school graduation. Frasier: Well, I can see the unseasonable sunshine has done nothing to improve your mood. Roz: Well, how would you feel if you just lost the love of your life? Frasier: Well, alimony aside, I found it rather liberating. Roz: My car wouldnít start, so I had to take the bus. And weíre all crowded on there, when suddenly I smell Lagerfeld, and I Ė I look up, and there he is. Frasier: Carl Lagerfeld? Roz: His name is Gary. I donít know his last name. Anyway, we got to talking, and you know, we were really connecting. I started to believe in kismet. And all of a sudden, all these people want to get off the bus, and Iím in their way, so I get off to let them out, and before I can get back on, the damn bus drives off Ė out of my life, forever. Frasier: Iím sure another one would have come along in ten minutes or so. Roz: Iím talking about the guy. Frasier: So am I. Roz: You donít get it, Frasier. I mean, I really felt this guy was the one. Frasier: Roz, if you really want to try to find him again, you know we do reach half a million listeners. Why donít you just tell your story on the air? Roz: On the air? Oh, I couldnít do that, it would make me look pathetic. Oh, itís too bizarre, itís too needy. Frasier: [looks at the clock] Itís two oíclock. Roz: Oh my God! She rushes into her booth, closes the door, and cues him. Frasier: A glorious good afternoon, Seattle. This is Dr. Frasier Crane. Iím thinking a lot today about leap year. Today is February 29th, and although it isnít an official holiday, perhaps it could be looked upon as one in a metaphorical sense. Just as Christmas reminds us to be generous of spirit, so leap year reminds us to take a leap in our own lives. To be bold, try something new. Too often we shrink from doing things we really want to, held back by... oh, appearing foolish, perhaps... Roz? She looks up, surprised. Frasier: Is there anything youíd like to say before we start taking calls? Roz: No. Frasier: Iím reminded of a quotation by John Greenleaf Whittier: ďFor all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: ĎIt might have beeníĒ... Roz? Roz: No. Frasier: Did you know that a woman over the age of thirty has less chance of getting married than of being killed in a terrorist attack? Roz looks alarmed, and grabs the mike. Roz: This is to Gary. I was on the Number Seven bus around noon, and you were a stockbroker with a tan briefcase and a cleft chin, and the bus was really crowded and we both reached for the hand strap and our hands touched and we laughed and you said I had a really great laugh and I said you had a really great laugh and we laughed at that... Frasier taps on the glass and signals her to cut to the chase. Roz: Anyway, uh, you asked me if I were free on Friday, but we got separated before I could give you my phone number, which I would have because I really liked you and I thought you were cute. Suddenly mortified, she claps her hands over her mouth and motions Frasier to take over. Frasier: So Gary, if youíre listening, please, please give us a call. Weíll be right back after these words. He goes to commercial. Frasier: Oh my God, oh my God! How could I say ďI really liked you and I thought you were cuteĒ Ė who am I, Marcia Brady?! DISSOLVE TO: Scene Three Ė Later Frasier and Roz are still on the air. Frasier: Well, weíll be right back for more calls, and more on the search for Gary, after this news break. He goes to the news. Niles comes in, excited. Niles: Good news! Iíve figured out a way I can have sex and we can all be happy! Frasier: As I pause to make sure the ďON AIRĒ light is off, [Niles looks at the light, mortified] continue. Reset to: Hallway Niles follows Frasier as he comes out and gets something from the candy machine. Niles: Well, I was driving down the freeway [glances at a passing woman] trying hard not to notice the provocative decals truckers have on their mud flaps, when I heard your little speech about breaking out of familiar patterns. Frasier: Mmm-hmm. Niles: Well, sleeping alone has been my pattern! Iím ready to take a leap! Frasier: No, youíre not. Niles: Okay, not a leap, but youíve got to give me something. A hop, a bound. [hopping up and down] Gimme a jump, oh God-! Frasier: [grabs him] Niles, will you just get a grip! Reset to: Booth Frasier comes back in, Niles follows him. Frasier: If you thought being with Maris was the right thing to do, youíd be there with her. You know itís wrong. Thatís why youíre here, asking for my permission. Roz comes in with some papers. Niles: Frasier, Frasier, what if we donít have sex? What if we just snuggle? Roz: Whoops, excuse me! She drops the papers and returns to her booth. Niles follows her. Niles: Roz... I never noticed what a perky little walk you have. Roz dashes away and drops into her seat, with Niles following and repeating ďRoz... Roz...Ē as Frasier grabs him and pushes him back into the other booth. Frasier: Niles, get back! You just stop that! Get control. My God, man, there are far more important things here than simple immediate physical gratification. Niles: Youíre right, I... I just have to martial my self-discipline and... and be strong. Niles leaves the booth and starts to walk down the hallway, past the glass. A woman passes him, and he turns around to follow her. As Niles passes the door, Frasier opens it and throws a glass of water at him. Niles turns back around. Roz comes in with some more papers as Frasier takes his seat. Roz: Fifteen seconds. Frasier: Oh. Roz: [looks down the hall] What is wrong with your brother today? Frasier: Oh, ignore him. You know, human nature never ceases to amaze me Ė how otherwise rational people can be turned into babbling ninnies by their hormones. A handsome man in a suit has appeared in the glass, holding a bouquet of flowers. Roz: OH MY GOD! ITíS GARY! OH MY GOD! ITíS HIM, ITíS HIM! She runs out of the booth. Frasier goes back on the air, watching happily as Roz accepts the flowers, then embraces Gary. Frasier: Well, weíre back. Youíll all be glad to know that Cupidís arrow has hit its mark. Gary has just arrived in the hallway, and has a big bouquet of flowers for Roz. He turns back to the mike. Frasier: You know, the truth is, Iím really quite delighted with the way things have turned out today. It inspires me to take a little leap of my own. As many of you know, this evening, for the third year in a row I will be appearing on the P.B.S. pledge drive... CUT TO: Hallway Gary: You know, I was getting a little nervous, the way you were describing me on the air. Roz: Why? Gary: Well, my wife listens to the show. Roz: Youíre married? Gary: Yeah, but itís okay. I still want to go out with you. Roz starts hitting him with the bouquet. CUT TO: Booth Frasier: So, instead of ďButtons and Bows,Ē I have chosen to sing a very challenging aria from Verdiís Rigoletto - something I have never attempted outside the shower. I certainly hope my little gamble turns out as well as Rozís has. He turns around and sees Roz attacking Gary. He turns back round. Frasier: Or even better. END OF ACT ONE ACT TWO Scene Four Ė Apartment Ė Night Frasier is playing the notes of the Verdi aria, and singing it Ė badly. Niles comes out, drying his hair. Frasier: Oh, God! Niles: Well, perhaps theyíll pledge to get you to stop singing. Oh, and by the way, thanks so much for the cold shower tip. Frasier: Did it work? Niles: No, it did not. Itís clearly an old wivesí tail, because Iím still thinking of my old wifeís tail. Frasier: Yes, well I suppose it stood to reason being showered with coldness would only bring Maris more to mind. Niles: Keep making remarks like that, I wonít help you rehearse. Frasier: Oh, Iím sorry, Niles. Itís just that Iím awfully nervous. Niles: [pouring sherry] You know, as much as I admire your willingness to take a leap, I did warn you that you were getting into a dangerous ďaria.Ē [wan chuckles] Oh God, Iím using humor to mask sexual frustration. Itís high school all over again. Frasier: Look Niles, I know itís difficult, but Maris has got to learn that youíre not just someone who can be ordered to perform at will. Now sit, play! Niles sits at the piano, and begins playing. Frasier begins singing, again very off-key. Suddenly, Martin storms in the front door, throws down his suitcase, and slams the door. They stop and turn. Martin: Next time it looks like Iím going to follow a piece of your advice, shoot me in the head first! Frasier: Dad! Why arenít you in Montana? Martin: Fifteen minutes out, a flock of Canadian geese flew into one of our engines. They were the lucky ones! He marches into the kitchen. Frasier and Niles, concerned, follow him. Reset to the kitchen. Martin grabs a beer from the fridge. Martin: Next thing you know, weíre falling five thousand feet. Smokehouse almonds are flying everywhere, people are screaming and hugging each other. The guy in the next seat grabbed hold of my hand, and you know what? I didnít pull it away! Reset to the Living Room Martin comes out, followed by the boys. Martin: Then our pilot comes out. Our landing gearís out, weíre gonna have to do an emergency belly landing in six feet of foam! So, five hellish minutes later, weíre bouncing across the runway. Then the stewardess comes out and says weíre gonna have to go down the emergency slide. So down I go, headfirst into this sea of foam. Last thing I remember, this fat lady from across the aisle comes barreling down the chute after me like a polyester avalanche! Frasier: My God, Dad, I am so sorry. Niles: So-so, these stewardesses, were they also covered with foam? Frasier: Will you stop it! Dad, if youíd like to talk about it, weíre both here for you. Martin: Boy, I tell you, times like this, you just... all you can think of is your loved ones, and how you wish youíd spent more time with them. Beat. All: Eddie! Martin goes off to his room. Frasier sits at the dining table. Niles: Well, letís get back to work. Frasier: Mmm-hmm. Niles: [checks his watch] I need something to take my mind off the fact that at this very moment, Maris is slipping out of her frilly under-things and into a non-fat milk bath. He sits at the piano, but notices Frasierís thoughtful look. Niles: Is something wrong? Frasier: Yes, somethingís wrong. Things turned out so badly for Roz and Dad today, Iím just wondering if my little leap is ill- advised. Niles: Oh, now... Frasier: Maybe this aria thing wonít turn out so well, either. Niles: Just because theirs went wrong doesnít mean yours will, too. Frasier: Yeah... Niles: Theyíre two isolated incidents. Frasier gets up and stands behind Niles. Niles: All right. He plays the intro to the aria again, and Frasier begins to sing. Suddenly the door slams again. They turn and see a tearful Daphne, whose hair is flared up in a wildly frizzy crest. Niles: Oh, will these infernal temptations never end?! Daphne: Oh, tell me the truth. Is it as bad as I think it is? Frasier: [stalling] How... bad do you think it is? Daphne: [sobbing] Take a leap! Mr. Maurice hair-designer! Trust me! Children pointing! Your fault! She storms to her room. Niles: Okay, thatís it. I canít take it anymore, Iím leaving. He gets up and goes to the door. Frasier: No, Niles! You canít leave me now, I need you more now than ever. Niles: Oh, give it up. No one whoís followed your little ďtake a leapĒ philosophy has ended up even remotely better. I donít care what youíre saying, Iím going to Maris. He guns down his sherry, then hurls it into the fireplace with a crash. Frasier: You will rue the day! Niles: I donít care! Niles gotta have it! He leaves, as Frasier sulks. FADE TO:
Scene Five Ė TV Studio The P.B.S. pledge drive. There is a phone bank against one wall, where several people, including Roz, are taking calls. Next to a small performing stage is a piano, where Frasier is hovering anxiously. He puts his sheet music down, when his accompanist, Pete, arrives. Frasier: Oh, Pete. Pete: Hi, Doc. I hear youíre doing something new this year. [sees music] Whoa! Frasier: [hopefully] What, is it too hard for you? Pete: Me? No, Iím-Iím worried about you. I can hit any note. [hits high note] See? Frasier looks extremely worried. Angle on Roz on the other side of the room: Roz: No, Lamb Chopís not here. Big Bird isnít here either. What are you doing up so late? Oh. Do you have your mommyís credit card handy? [Frasier comes over] Have your mommy call us back later, bye-bye. She rises in her seat and smoothes Frasierís tie. Roz: Well, I guess your little aria must be coming up soon. Frasier: Yeah - along with some Veal Milanese and a rather disappointing Chardonnay. Oh, Roz, I hope youíre not still angry with me for the way my advice backfired today? Roz: Oh no, not at all! In fact, Iíve been meaning to tell you how much I admire you for what youíre doing tonight. After watching me crash and burn like that, youíre going to go out and sing this very difficult song... in a foreign language... under these unflattering lights, with your clothes soaked with sweat, on live television... Frasier: How long are you going to stay mad at me? Roz: Until the day I get married. Pete calls from the other side. Pete: Yo, Doc, Doc! [Frasier crosses] Please, please, Iíve been going over your music, and when we get to this section here, either I can play really loud, or jab you with a pin, because between you and me, youíre not hitting this note without a pole vault. The stage manager passes Frasier. Manager: Ten seconds, Dr. Crane. Frasier stands for a moment in agitation, then... Frasier: Thatís it! Thatís it! Iím not doing the aria! Roz: What? Youíre backing out after you made all of us take those stupid leaps? Frasier: You bet I am! It may be an unwise man who doesnít learn from his own mistakes, but itís an absolute idiot that doesnít learn from other peopleís! Roz: But you promised all your listeners! Frasier: Oh, whatís the difference?! [a red light on the camera blinks on] Who watches P.B.S.?! Seeing the light, he switches to his suave radio voice. Frasier: Iíll tell you who: discerning, cultured viewers, like yourselves. Hello, Iím Dr. Frasier Crane. And like yourselves, I care about quality programming, such as foreign films, classical music, opera Ė which is why I intended to sing a rather challenging piece: an aria from Verdiís Rigoletto. But, who am I to ignore the dozens of phone calls that have come in requesting my signature piece, a rather charming little ditty that I first sang three years ago on Classic Western Movie Week. So without further ado, I give you ďButtons and Bows,Ē from Paleface. Maestro, please? Pete begins playing. [N.B. There are two versions of what Frasier sings printed below: Matthew Barrís, as nearly as I can remember it, and the version printed by the closed captioning on the DVD. I do this to emphasize just how wildly unintelligible Frasierís ad-libbing is.] Frasier: [singing] East is East, and West is West East is East, and West is West And the wrong one I have chose And the wrong one I have chose Letís go where you keep on wearing those- Letís go where youíll keep on wearing those- [forgetting words] [forgetting words] Da da dahs, and boppa dohs, Da da dahs, and boppa dohs, Things and buttons, buttons and bows! And things and buttons, buttons and bows! Roz looks up, confused. Donít bury me, uh Ė lovely pea, Donít bury me, the something ďPĒ, Something, la-la-la! Something, la-la-la! Letís all go to a... taco show, and Letís all go to a... taco show, and and a how I love, such and thrush, how a, such an impressive, blow my nose, blow my nose, You look great in buttons and bows! You look great in buttons and bows! I love you in buckskin, I love you in buckskin, la da-da da-da daaaa! la da-da da-da daaaa! Continuing the song with unintelligible grunting, he turns around, and wipes his brow. Everybody! Everybody! My bones denounce, the fearful trounce, My bones denounce, the fearful trounce, and la-la la-la Moldic rose! and la-la la-la mole that grows! Ba-da Seuss, a palm caboose! Bada souse, a pom capoose! and a panda hop, and pantyhose and a penta hoss, and pantyhose You look buppity, buttons and bows! Youíll look buppity, buttons and bows! He blithely takes a bow. Roz smiles Ė sheís had her payback. FADE TO: Scene Six - Apartment Later that night, Martin and Daphne (with her hair in a towel) are sitting in the living room, watching Frasierís TV performance and killing themselves with laughter. Daphne: Oh, I bet this is one leap year Dr. Crane wonít be sorry to see the back of! Martin bursts out laughing again. Daphne: Should we rewind it, so we can watch it again? Martin: No, no, not yet, let it finish first, this is the verse where he REALLY loses it! Both: [singing] Bippity-boppity, hippity-dos Something and something, and buttons and bows! They finish with a little arm jiggle similar to Frasierís ending, then fall back in their seats, busting their buttons. Martin: Okay, now you can rewind it! Daphne reaches for the remote, but Eddie grabs it and runs off. Martin: Hey! But Daphne and Martin sit back, very satisfied. FADE OUT Credits: Frasier, wrung out after his humiliation at the telethon, opens the door to Niles. Niles gives him a comforting hug, then Frasier asks Niles if he crumbled and went to have sex with Maris. Niles assures Frasier that he didnít. Frasier offers Niles sherry. As he goes to the bar, Niles finds a dab of crŤme fraiche behind his ear and hurriedly licks it off.

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