[9.21]Cheerful Goodbyes

Cheerful Goodbyes                            Written by Heide Perlman
                                             Directed by Sheldon Epps
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Production Code: 9.21
Episode Number In Production Order: 214
Filmed:  12th March 2002
Original Airdate on NBC: 30th April 2002
Transcript written on 8th May 2002

Transcript {David Langley}

Act 1

Scene 1 - KACL

[Fade in.  Frasier is on the air with a caller, Roz is at her console.]

Frasier:  Despite your healthy teen skepticism, Jeremy, problems that
          seem crushing now can actually serve to shape your life in
          positive ways later on.
 Jeremy:  [voice over]  You're just saying that.
Frasier:  No, well, I'll tell you what, perhaps I can convince you with
          a story.  I recall a young man who suffered from involuntary
          bedwetting until he was twelve years old.  Or was it
          thirteen?  Boy, you'd think I'd remember, I slept in the
          lower bunk.  The point is, it was very difficult for him,
          what with the alarms, and the bladder stretching exercises
          and the incessant teasing he suffered once his schoolmates
          found out.
 Jeremy:  [v.o.]  How'd they find out?
Frasier:  [guiltily]  The point I'm trying to make here is that this
          man today is a prominent and respected psychiatrist.  And you
          see, his affliction served to make him stronger, more
          empathic, and extremely hygenic.  So, hang in there, Jeremy.
 Jeremy:  [v.o.]  Okay.  Thanks Dr. Crane.

[He hangs up.]

Frasier:  Thank you.  And thank you, listeners.  This is Dr. Frasier
          Crane saying good day and good mental health.

[He shuts down, rises and takes off his headset as Roz comes in from
her side.]

    Roz:  That was...kind of brave to admit you were a bed wetter.
Frasier:  Oh, Roz, pay attention!  That was Niles, not me.  You know,
          I've got to run.  I'm still putting the finishing touches on
          my speech for the Boston conference.
    Roz:  Did you come up with a title?
Frasier:  Yes.  As a matter of fact, Niles will be introducing me on
          "Notes for a Critical Approach to Radio As Mediating Gateway
          in the Process of Psychological Demystification".
    Roz:  Good speech, what's the title?
Frasier:  It promises to be a fun family weekend for all, actually.
          So what have you got planned for the weekend?
    Roz:  Actually, my sorority sisters are coming in for a visit.
Frasier:  Oh, I suppose you'll be sharing the secret handshake, doing
          skits, that sort of thing.
    Roz:  Yeah, right.  Only problem is, my apartment is just too small
          for everyone to stay in, and HEY your place will be empty!
Frasier:  Say no more, Roz.  No.
    Roz:  Why not?
Frasier:  Look, I'm sorry, Roz, it's just the idea of strangers in my
          apartment.  I couldn't sleep.
    Roz:  I'm sorry I asked.

[He heads for the door, then turns back and pulls a piece of paper from
his pocket.]

Frasier:  No apologies necessary.  Oh, oh, Roz, that reminds me:  since
          you're going to be walking Eddie for Dad anyway, I wrote down
          a list of a couple of other things you can do for me.

[She takes the list and reads it.]

    Roz:  Pick up the mail and newspapers, water the fichus, fluff your
          pillows?
Frasier:  Yes, and oh, please, don't forget to mist my bedroom with
          rose water.  It likes it best at dusk.

[He hurries out as she watches, a disgusted look on her face.  Fade
out.]

Scene 2 - Logan Airport

AND IT TOOK FIVE DAYS TO
CARVE A JACK O'LANTERN
Frasier:  Oh, I love returning to Boston.  There's just something in
          the air.

[Fade in.  Frasier, Niles, Daphne and Martin are coming in from the
gate area.]

  Niles:  Perhaps the toxic gas spewing from your gigantic mouth.
Frasier:  Oh, Niles, please, will you just let it go?  I didn't
          mention your name.
  Niles:  Oh, no, you just said it was someone with whom you shared a
          bunk bed who is now a psychiatrist.  I'd say that narrows the
          field down to... hmm, me!
Frasier:  But only to someone who knows that you're my brother.  And
          who would that be?
  Niles:  My patients.
 Martin:  The guys at work.  
 Daphne:  One of the flight attendants.
  Niles:  What?  Oh, so that's why she looked at me that way when I
          told her I spilled my drink.
 Martin:  Would you guys come on?  I wanna see my bag come down the
          chute.
Frasier:  All right, Dad.

[They grab their rolling bags and start walking down the hallway.]

  Niles:  You can forget about my introducing your talk.
Frasier:  Oh, Niles, you can't be serious.
  Niles:  I wouldn't even be here if Daphne didn't want to see Boston.
 Daphne:  Yes, I do.  So you two make up and let's go get one of those
          famous Boston lobsters.
  Niles:  No, it's Maine that's famous for lobsters, sweetheart.
          Boston is famous for beans.
 Daphne:  Beans?  What kind of a city brags about bloody beans?

[From the bar they are passing, Frasier recognizes the familiar voice
of Cliff Clavin.]

  Cliff:  Oh, that's right, your common pumpkin was once six hundred
          times the size of your present day variety, thereby allowing
          the entire fiefdom to feast all winter on the meat of a
          single seed.
Frasier:  Cliff Clavin!
  Cliff:  Frasier.   You old dog, how ya doin'?

[He comes over and they hug.]

Frasier:  Good to see you.  Say hello to the family.  This is my
          brother Niles Crane.
  Cliff:  Oh, heya Niles.
Frasier:  His fiancee Daphne Moon.
  Cliff:  Enchante.
Frasier:  And this is my dad, Martin Crane.
  Cliff:  Hey, Marty.
 Martin:  Nice to meet a fellow civil servant.
  Cliff:  Oh, you one of the brotherhood, are you?
 Martin:  I was a cop for thirty years.
  Cliff:  Oh, couldn't pass the mail carrier's exam, huh?  You know
          what, I can't believe you brought your entire family here for
          my retirement party.
Frasier:  Well, actually...
  Cliff:  You know, when I didn't get your RS si vous plait, I figured
          you weren't gonna show up.  But you son of a gun, you wanted
          to surprise me, didn't you?
Frasier:  Well, yes.  Surprise.
  Cliff:  You know what, I gotta go meet Ma's plane.  She's bringing
          in ten gallons of punch.

[He starts to walk off.]

  Cliff:  See you guys tonight, eight o'clock sharp.
Frasier:  At Cheers?
  Cliff:  On, no, no, no.  Sammy's got it booked for a Red Socks
          reunion tonight.  We're gonna be at the Somerville Town
          Crier.

[He hands Frasier a slip of paper.]

Frasier:  Oh.

[He looks at it as Cliff walks away again.]

  Niles:  Why did you do that?  This is our one free night, I had to
          pull a lot of strings to get dinner reservations at
          L'Espalier.
Frasier:  Oh, Niles, you saw how thrilled he was, I couldn't say no.
          Besides, it'll be a chance for me to see my old friends
          again.  I mean, these people are an important part of my
          past.  They were there for me when I needed friends most.
  Niles:  How about if we move the reservation back half an hour?
Frasier:  Oh, that should be plenty.

[They gather their bags and walk off again.  Fade out.]

Scene 3 - Somerville Town Crier

[Fade in.  The room is set up with tables and a bar for Cliff's
retirement party.  Frasier comes in with the others in tow.]

Frasier:  Ha, hello, everybody!

[Everyone makes sounds of greeting.  Carla, the waitress from Cheers,
comes over to hug him.]

[N.B. Rhea Perlman's sister, Heide, writes for "Frasier," including 
this episode; in addition, their father Philip reprises his role from
"Cheers" as Phil, a barfly.] 

  Carla:  Oh, Frasier, Frasier!  Look at you.  I forgot how big your
          head is.
Frasier:  Carla, you haven't changed a bit.  This is my family.
  Cliff:  Hey, everybody, why don't you try some deviled eggs.  I used
          Ma's special recipe: water instead of mayonnaise.
Frasier:  No thanks.

[Martin takes one.  Paul, one of the regulars from the bar, comes in.]

   Paul:  Hey, Fraizh!
Frasier:  Paul, how ya doing?
  Cliff:  Paul, how'd you find out about this?
   Paul:  I live here, I just came down for some ice.
  Cliff:  Well, stay out of the way.
   Paul:  Can do.

[Norm Peterson, Cliff's best friend, comes in.]

    Norm:  Evenin', everybody.
Everyone:  NORM!

[Norm walks to the end of the bar and sits on a stool.]

Cliff:  Hey, so what's goin' down, Norm?
 Norm:  My blood-alcohol level.  [grabbing a beer]  Suds, do your work!

[Frasier laughs and Norm looks up.]

Norm:  Frasier's here?

[He gets up and greets Frasier.]

Frasier:  Hey Norm, how ya doin'?
  Cliff:  He brought his whole family, Norm.
Frasier:  Yeah, yeah, say hi to my brother Niles and his fiancee Daphne
          Moon and that's my Dad there, Martin Crane.

[They all shake.]

Martin:  Wow, that's some mug callous you've got there.
  Norm:  Judging from your grip, I'd say you were a can man.
Martin:  Guilty as charged.
  Norm:  All right, well, have a seat.
Martin:  Thanks.

[He sits down.]

Norm:  Listen, uh Cliffy.  Vera would have been here, so I didn't tell
       her about it.

[Cliff waves in acknowledgement.]

Frasier:  Yes, Vera is Norm's much storied wife.
  Niles:  Oh, that sounds fascinating.  Let me know when we're leaving.
Frasier:  Right.
  Niles:  [to Daphne]  We're never going to get out of here in half an
          hour, why don't you and I just go?
 Daphne:  Niles, don't be rude.  These are your brother's friends, just
          try and loosen up.

[Cliff comes over.]

Cliff:  Hey, that's quite a suit you got there, buddy boy.  It what,
        cost over a hundred I bet, huh?

[He grabs Niles arm and pulls him to a table.]

Cliff:  Hey, Paul, Paul, here, feel this suit.

[Paul reaches out and feels the material.  A man comes over.]

 Phil:  I'm next after Paul.
Cliff:  Yeah, get in here.

[They continue to test the material of his suit as Niles looks
helpless.  Cut to - Frasier over at the bar.]

Frasier:  So, Carla, how've you been?
  Carla:  Well, two of my kids are in jail, the bank's about to
          foreclose on my house and, after tonight, I'm never gonna see
          Cliff Clavin again.  Things are great!
Frasier:  [to the others]  Carla was never really a fan of Cliff's.
  Carla:  Yeah, not to talk the guy down, but he's a big blowhard who
          thinks he knows everything and never shuts up.
 Daphne:  [deadpan]  Imagine.

[She drinks her wine as Frasier gives her a dirty look.]

Martin:  Hey, Norm, let me buy you a beer.  [to bartender]  Get a beer
         here?
  Norm:  Where have you been all my life?

[Martin laughs.  Cut to - Cliff talking to Niles.]

Cliff:  Well, e-mail did hurt us, but you know, computer's gonna be
        dead in about five years anyway.  Post Office will rise again,
        my friend, we'll rise again!  Feel that.

[He clenches his arm and offers it to Niles who just stares,
dumbfounded.]

Niles:  Frasier!

[Frasier comes over to rescue him.]

Frasier:  Hmm?  Oh, say, Cliff, where's your mom?
  Cliff:  Ah, Ma got on the wrong plane.  She went to Bosnia.

[Niles just turns and walks away.]

Carla:  Hey, Cliff, tell us more about how you're leaving.  And tell
        it real slow.  Quiet, everybody.
Cliff:  Well, Carla, tomorrow I'm gettin' on a plane and going to the
        promised land, Florida.  Time to hang up my uniform and live
        in my Speedos.
Carla:  I didn't think anything could live in your Speedos.

[She walks off.]

Daphne:  Aren't you a bit young to retire, Cliff?  I'd be worried I'd
         become bored.
 Cliff:  Oh, don't you worry about that, Missy.  When I get down there
         to ol' Florida, I'm gonna buy myself an airboat.  Give tours
         of the everglades, maybe wrestle a few crocodiles.
 Niles:  That would be alligators.
 Cliff:  Ah, common mistake there, Sparky.  See, when a crocodile
         raises it's head, its nostrils get pinched shut tight, thereby
         cutting off its oxygen supply.  Yeah, a baby could wrestle
         one.
Daphne:  That's fascinating.  Did you know that, Niles?
 Niles:  I, uh, I still don't.  Excuse me Daphne.

[He walks over to Frasier.]

  Niles:  Frasier?
Frasier:  Hmm?
  Niles:  If we're going to make our reservations, we're going to need
          to leave now.
Frasier:  Oh, is it that time already?
  Niles:  Already?  If I hear one more of that postman's crackpot
          theories, my head will explode.
Frasier:  Oh, Niles, don't worry about him, nobody takes him seriously.
 Daphne:  I never knew there were so many letters in the dolphin
          alphabet.

[Niles gives Frasier a sharp look.]

Frasier:  I see.  Well, um, is Dad ready to go?
  Niles:  Dad?  Dad would be content to sit there swilling beer all
          night!
Frasier:  Well, you know, it seems like everyone is having such a good
          time, why don't we just push the reservation back another
          half an hour?
  Niles:  Everyone ISN'T having a..  
   Paul:  Fraizh?  Sit down and tell us what it's like to be famous.
Frasier:  Well, sure Paul!  [to Niles]  Better make it an hour.

[He sits down as Niles stands there frustrated.  Fade out.]

Act 2

Scene 1 - Somerville Town Crier

[Fade in.  Martin and Norm are talking at the end of the bar.]

Martin:  The best thing is, on a summer's day, you open a cold one, and
         that foam runs down your hand and for a split second there,
         you're jealous of your own knuckles.
  Norm:  Oh, yeah.  I had no idea that you were a poet.  Yeah, tell me
         the one about the bacon again.
Martin:  Which one?
  Norm:  All of 'em.

[Cut to - Niles sitting alone.  Carla comes over and sits down.]

Carla:  Hey, white-bread.  What could possibly be wrong on this most
        wonderful of nights?
Niles:  Oh, no offense, it's just we had reservations at one of the
        finest restaurants in Boston, and instead we're eating trail
        mix and drinking this... [he looks at the bottle]  ...oh, dear
        God, it's just labeled "Wine".

[Carla reaches over and taps Norm.]

Carla:  Hey, Norm, doesn't he remind you of Frasier?  Say
        "indubitably".
Niles:  Must I?
 Norm:  It's uncanny.
Carla:  Hey, remember that time you guys took Frasier on a snipe hunt?
 Norm:  Yeah.
Niles:  What's a snipe hunt?
Carla:  That's when you take some unsuspecting dope out to bag snipe,
        which don't exist, and then you ditch 'em in the woods.
Niles:  That must have been completely humiliating for Frasier.
Carla:  Well, that's the point.
Niles:  Well, do you have any more of these stories?
Carla:  Only about a million.
Niles:  Oh, I don't have time for a million, just tell me the hundred
        worst.
 Norm:  Okay, well, when Frasier first started coming to Cheers, he was
        really kind of a boob.
 Paul:  Yeah, boob.

[They all just stare at him until he becomes embarrassed.]

Paul:  Sorry.

[He walks away.  Cliff taps his glass.]

    Cliff:  Everyone, attention.  Mr. Twitchell has got something to
            say here.
Twitchell:  I'd like to propose a toast to Cliff Clavin.  We were often
            adversaries, but he was a postman and I'll say this about
            him:  he never developed a stoop.  Mostly because he threw
            the big catalogs into the river.  And even though he didn't
            strictly abide by the rules, especially 367 B Section 17...

[The postal workers laugh.]

Twitchell:  Well, anyway, when all is said and done you have to ask
            what will the mail be without Cliff Clavin?
 Everyone:  On time!
    Cliff:  Twitchell, thank you very much.
     Phil:  I just wanted to thank you, Cliff, for all the great times
            we had at Cheers.
    Cliff:  Well, you were always there for me, Al.
     Phil:  I'm Phil.  Al's been dead for fourteen years, you dumb son
            of a bitch.
  Frasier:  Well, you know, I hadn't planned on making a speech, so my
            remarks will have to be extemporaneous.
    Carla:  I hope that means "dirty".
   Martin:  Smart money's on "long".
  Frasier:  It was about ten years ago when I too left Boston.  But the
            kind wishes and outpouring of emotions from my friends
            remain fresh in my mind.  I still remember Sam throwing me
            a lavish party and dubbing me the "Einstein of Cheers"
            against my modest protests that I was merely the Neils
            Bohr.
    Carla:  You still are!
  Frasier:  Carla, thank you.  And then of course, Norm begging me to
            stay and that comical moment when Woody threw his arms
            around my leg and began to cry.  Now another one of us is
            leaving this wonderful town.  Good luck, Cliff.
 Everyone:  Hear, hear.
     Norm:  Great.  I was gonna say "Good luck, Cliff."

[He drinks his beer.  Fade out.]

Scene 2 - Somerville Town Crier

OTHER NICKNAMES HE
CONSIDERED WERE
"TIGER" AND "THE DUKE"
Frasier:  Please hold our table, we'll be there in a half hour.

[Fade in.  Frasier is standing in the hallway outside the hall.  Cliff
comes through the doors.]

Frasier:  Cliff?  Are you all right?
  Cliff:  Oh, yeah.  Yeah, it's just I gotta...whoo take a break from
          all that partyin'.

[Frasier gives him a look.]

  Cliff:  All right, you pried it out of me.  My so called friends,
          they don't care about me.
Frasier:  Sure they do.
  Cliff:  Ah, your toast in there brought home the ugly truth.  When
          you left, everybody asked you to stay.  I told these mullocks
          six months ago I was retiring.  And not one single one of
          'em has said anything like "I'm sure gonna miss you there,
          Big Shooter." or "Gee, I wish you could stick around, Big
          Shooter."
Frasier:  "Big Shooter"?
  Cliff:  It's a nickname I once gave myself.
Frasier:  Well, Cliff, you know it's entirely possible that your
          friends are suffering from a kind of separation anxiety.
          They may find it difficult to admit to themselves that you
          are actually leaving.  You know, I could have a little talk
          with them if you'd like.
  Cliff:  Huh, what kind of hollow victory would that be?

[He takes a breath.]

  Cliff:  So, if I took a walk around the block would that give you
          enough time?
Frasier:  Sure!

[Cliff heads our, Frasier goes back into the reception.  Cut to - the
hall as he enters.]

Frasier:  Everybody, uh, listen up.  Cliff is going through kind of a
          crisis about leaving.
  Carla:  No, no he's not!  No crisis!
Frasier:  All I'm saying is that it would go a long way toward helping
          him if you could just let him know how much you're going to
          miss him.  Tell him, you know, how sad you are that he's
          leaving.
   Norm:  I don't know, Fraizh.  Look, I'm his best friend, but I am
          no good at the mushy stuff.
Frasier:  Surely you can come up with a few words to say, Norm.
   Norm:  Yeah, but what if he cries?  What if he tries to hug me?
          What are people gonna think, two guys hugging?  I, uh...

[Carla comes up behind and grabs him by his hair.]

Carla:  Hey!  You're gonna kiss him with tongue if that's what it takes
        to get rid of him.

[Cliff comes back in.]

  Carla:  Shh.  Here he is.  Everyone pretend that you like him.
Frasier:  Carla, we DO like him.
Carla:  Yeah, like that.

[Paul stands up and clears his throat.]

    Paul:  Um, I want to make a toast.  Cliff, you've always been my
           role model.
   Cliff:  Really?  You mean that Paul?
    Paul:  I sure do.  Especially when it comes to the ladies.  I'm sad
           you're going.
Everyone:  Yeah, hear, hear.
    Phil:  Cliff, I will miss you too, you dumb son of a bitch!
Everyone:  Hear, hear!

[Daphne rises.]

Daphne:  I haven't known you for very long, Cliff, but I've learned so
         much from you.  I never knew that the Indians of the rain
         forest used to stretch out pig intestines and use it as a
         primitive telephone.  Or that Winston Churchill invented the
         modern English muffin.  You're a fascinating man.  Good luck.

[She hugs him.]

Cliff:  Oh, thank you, Daphne.

[He keeps holding the hug tightly even as Daphne tries to break it.]

 Paul:  He's smooth.
Niles:  Congratulations, Cliff.  Stop that, stop it.

[Niles pulls Daphne away.  Carla nudges Norm.]

Norm:  Cliffy, we've been best friends for a long long time.  We've
       done a lot of stuff together, most of it dumb.  The rest of it
       boring.  But it's like we have this connection, you know?  I
       mean, somehow we know when we want to be dumb and when we want
       to be boring.  To my best friend Cliff.

[They all raise their glasses.]

Everyone:  To Cliff!

[Cliff puts down his glass.]

Cliff:  Come here, you.

[Norm looks trapped, but gets up and goes over to him.  Cliff punches
him on the arm.  Norm punches back, then they trade a quick flurry of
hand slaps and blocks.  Norm goes back to his seat.]

Frasier:  Carla?  Don't you have a few words to say?
  Carla:  I sure do.  Cliffy, I know that things haven't always been
          that great between us over the years, but being here tonight,
          makes me think about the effect that you've had on my life.
          I'd like to say that I'll miss you...  I'd like to say that
          I'll miss you...
Frasier:  It's okay, Carla.
  Carla:  I'd like to say that I'll miss you...but it sticks in my
          throat like your rotten deviled eggs!  I hate your guts!
          The way you talk and talk and talk about nothing!  The way
          you walk, your stupid white socks...
Frasier:  Carla!
  Carla:  Back off, I'm toasting!  The twenty years I've known you
          would have been less painful if I was covered with open sores
          and thrown into a pit with, with a bunch of diseased rats.
          But finally, you're leaving!  I know I'm not as young as I
          used to be, but I can live again.  I can live again!
          Finally, I can live!  I can live!

[She laughs manically, stopping to see everyone staring at her.]

   Carla:  Anyway, God bless.
Everyone:  Hear, hear.
   Cliff:  Well, I can't believe my ears.  I heard Paul and Norm there
           sayin' all those nice things about me, I actually started
           thinkin' maybe I shouldn't go to Florida, leave all my
           friends.  You know, am I doin' the right thing?  But when
           I heard you speak those words, Carla, that's when I decided.
           I am gonna stay!
   Carla:  What?
   Cliff:  That's right, you little dickens.  You only joke about
           somebody like that when you really care for them.
   Carla:  I wasn't joking!  I really hate you!
   Cliff:  Carla, come on, you're gonna make me cry.  Everyone, the
           move is off!
   Carla:  No!  No!  No!

[She attacks him and the others pull her off.  Cliff laughs.]

Cliff:  Oh, Frasier, I owe this all to you.
Carla:  Frasier!  We were so close and then you had to show up and ruin
        everything!

[The others drag her out the door.]

Frasier:  Well, we've got dinner reservations...
  Cliff:  Hey, everybody, thanks for all the gifts, but I don't have
          much use for a spear gun here in Boston.

[Carla comes rushing back in.]

Carla:  Give me that!  Give me that!

[She grabs it and tries to take it way, but Cliff hangs on as the
others grab her again and carry her out once more.]

Carla:  Give me that!  I want that!  I have use for that!  No!  Let me
        go!

[After she's gone, Frasier turns to Cliff.]

Frasier:  Well, see you around, Big shooter.

[They shake.]

 Cliff:  Thanks Doc.
Daphne:  Good luck Cliff.  Anytime you're in Seattle...
 Niles:  Frasier has an extra room.

[Paul pulls at the nap of his jacket again.  Niles slaps his hands away
and hurries Daphne out.]

  Norm:  Marty, you're not going too, are you?
Martin:  Yeah, I have to.  But hey, why don't you come to Seattle
         sometime?  I'll show you around, have a few beers at
         McGinty's.
  Norm:  Yeah?  You mean that?
Martin:  Absolutely, it's only six hours flying time from here.
  Norm:  Six hours...you know sittin' there in one place, never movin'.
         That's, that's just not me, you know?
Martin:  Yeah, all right.

[They shake and Martin heads out.  Cut to - the hallway where Frasier
and the others are getting their coats.]

Frasier:  Listen, I'm sorry that I ruined your evening.
  Niles:  Oh, actually, I ended up rather enjoying myself.
Frasier:  Really?  I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that.  I
          knew that once you met these people you'd learn to love them
          as I do.
  Niles:  Actually, I've rethought a lot of things.  I'm going to give
          you a much deserved introduction at that conference tomorrow.
Frasier:  Are you certain?
  Niles:  Oh, you won't be able to stop me.

[Frasier is touched, Niles just grins.  Fade out.]

[N.B. After this episode, the only member of the "Cheers" cast who has
not appeared on "Frasier" is Rebecca Howe (Kirstie Alley).  Such an 
appearance is unlikely to happen, since Alley is a member of the Church
of Scientology, which strongly disapproves of psychiatry.]
 
Credits:

Roz is on the phone in Frasier's apartment.  As the scene pans across,
we see all of Roz's sorority sisters, smoking, drinking his wine,
eating Chinese take-out and even painting Eddie's nails.

Guest Appearances

 Special Guest Stars
 JOHN RATZENBERGER as Cliff Clavin
 RHEA PERLMAN as Carla Tortelli
 GEORGE WENDT as Norm Peterson

 Guest Starring
 PAUL WILLSON as Paul
 PHILIP PERLMAN as Phil 
 RAYE BIRK as Walt Twitchell

 Guest Callers
 RUFUS WAINWRIGHT as Jeremy

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