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Cheers is filmed before a live studio audience.

Barkeep, pour me a beer.

Uh-oh, Normie. Flimflam alert.

Uh-uh.

Hey, guys, how you doing?

Pretty good, Harry. Yeah.

Good to see you. It's been a long time.

How long's it been?

Well, two to ten,

with time off for good behavior.

Oh, boy, I need change for this 50.

You need change.

Maybe I can help you, huh?

Great.

Hold it, hold it.

Oh, come on, guys.

Give me a break.

I'm a reformed man.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe you wouldn't mind

if we monitored this little transaction. Yeah.

Wouldn't mind at all.

Okay, you got 50 bucks.

Here's one, two, three, four, five.

Norm, what time is it?

11:00.11, hmm?

12, 13, 14.

Gee, my watch must be fast.

I got, uh, 11:25.

26, 27,

28. Cliff,

you have not aged a day. How old are you?

Oh... 39.

39.40, 41, forty...

Wait.

You can't be that old.

When were you born?

'47.

48, 49, 50.

There you go, barkeep.

Thank you.

Good to see you, guys.

Yeah.

Hey, Sam, long time no see.

What was Harry the Hat doing here?

He just came in for a beer.

Oh.

And some change.

Oh...

♪ Making your way in the world today ♪

♪ Takes everything you've got ♪

♪ Taking a break from all your worries ♪

♪ Sure would help a lot ♪

♪ Wouldn't you like to get away? ♪

♪ Sometimes you want to go ♪

♪ Where everybody knows your name ♪

♪ And they're always glad you came ♪

♪ You want to be where you can see ♪

♪ Our troubles are all the same ♪

♪ You want to be where everybody knows your name ♪

♪ You want to go where people know ♪

♪ People are all the same ♪

♪ You want to go where everybody knows your name. ♪

Afternoon, everybody.

Norm.

How's life treating you?

It's not, Sammy, but that doesn't mean you can't.

Uh, boy, I'd love to, man,

but I don't have a dime to my name.

And my boat sank and everything...

Yeah, I know... The bottom of the Caribbean.

What is that, the 17th or 18th time

we heard that speech?

Oh, hey, Normie?

Listen, that was

great meat loaf last night, huh?

It was, wasn't it?

You know, uh,

Cliff, I've been meaning to talk to you.

Hmm? I don't mind

you staying with us for a little while

till you get your new place, but, uh, it's beginning

to be a little bit of a problem for Vera.

The dishes, the bed,

the way you leave the bathroom in the morning.

You got to start leaving something for her to do, pal.

I mean,

she wants to spend time with me.

Booze, Woody, and quickly.

What's the matter, Dr. Crane?

Oh, I'm devastated.

I need something expeditious and brutal

to numb my sensibilities

and blast me into sweet oblivion.

How about a boilermaker?

Make it a mimosa.

What's got you so upset?

Some college professor has just published an article

that refutes everything I said in my last paper.

Sounds like a shoot-out at the cuckoo corral.

What could motivate an honored

and distinguished colleague

to launch a personal attack like this?

Well, now, maybe it's just a, you know,

honest difference of opinion between scholars.

Oh, goose poop, Sam, the man's a yahoo.

Hey, Sammy?

Mm-hmm.

You want to see

what makes Rebecca's loins ache?

Sure.

Well, he just walked in.

It's the great and powerful Evan Drake.

See to my table upstairs.

Uh, yes, sir.

She's skipping the thrill ride

that's Sammy Land for that?

While I think of it,

take care of that telex to Paris.

First thing tomorrow.

Now.

Uh, yes, sir.

What's she see in him?

Money, power, prestige.

Yeah, but I'm several inches taller than him.

Sam Malone.

Evan Drake. How do you do?

I've been looking forward to meeting you.

I was a big fan of yours.

Oh. Any fan of mine is certainly welcome here,

especially one who could fire me like a shot.

What can I get you?

You got some 20-year-old Scotch?

Uh, no, but we got some pretzels

that have been around for a while here.

How about a Dewar's, huh?

That'll do it.

So, Mr. Drake,

things are going pretty good at the old bar.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

We sank a lot of bucks into it.

Oh, boy, don't talk to me about sinking, man.

I lost my boat and...

Yeah, I heard.

Oh.

I remember watching you pitch, Sam.

I'll bet you got a lot of great stories, huh?

Well, yeah.

I got a million of 'em.

Hold still, I'll be right there.

Mr. Drake, they're ready for you upstairs now.

I'll tell them to wait.

You know how people are always catching you naked

when you don't want them to?

Well, this time...

Can you settle an argument here?

How much you figure

a guy like that pays for his socks?

I don't want to talk to anybody...

I've seen those at Barney's.

They're about 75 a pair.

Even I pay a dollar for mine.

The next thing I know,

there's a guys standing next to me...

So there I am in the locker room

signing the game ball for this guy, buck naked.

I tell you, I'll never forget his name,

because it was so unusual.

Ueberroth.

Peter Ueberroth...

The Baseball Commissioner?

Uh, that's where the story kind of falls apart.

I'll be right back.

Where you been?

I had to change a flat.

Mr. Drake's here.

Carla, don't even think of joking about that.

Hello, Mr. Drake.

Oh, my God.

I didn't know you'd be here.

I look messy.

Close your eyes. Not you, Woody.

An attractive woman.

A little jumpy, though.

Yeah, but she makes it work somehow, doesn't she?

You know, some of the guys down at corporate

have asked her out, but she always shot them down.

You tried your luck with her yet?

Oh, no. I have a rule

about not dating people I work with.

Struck out, huh?

Every time.

Yeah, you know,

some of the guys there in the office

think she's a...

What?

A lady's lady.

Rebec...? Oh, no.

Oh, I can't believe it.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Drake.

I would have been here sooner,

but I was working on my car.

Uh...

well, I got a lunch partner.

Well, you know it was really nice

to see you again.

Even if it was just for a short while.

Oh, by the way,

I'm hosting a little party Friday night

for some of the key people.

I would love it if you could come.

Oh, Mr. Drake, I'd-I'd-I'd-I'd...

really love that.

That's great.

8:00, my club, black tie.

Yeah, here's the address.

And bring a date.

Uh, or a companion, or whatever.

Sam.

I wonder what he meant

by "a companion or a whatever."

Who knows?

What's so funny?

Uh, well, it seems that the love of your life there

thinks that because he's never seen you date anybody

that maybe you...

well, prefer ladies.

You-you set him straight, didn't you?

Based on what?

God, I... I can't believe this.

He's all I ever think about,

and now he thinks that I'm...

Yeah, yeah, it's a nutty world, isn't it?

You know something, though...

I'm bet you could change his mind real quick

if you were to show up at his party

just crawling all over

this incredibly good-looking, hot, macho stud.

You for instance?

You recognized the description.

Look, Sam, just because I put my work

before my social life, does not mean

I don't have boyfriends.

I have boyfriends.

I could pick up that phone

and have a dozen dates for Friday night.

Yeah, but could you get one

as great looking as I am?

Blindfolded, gagged

and with both hands tied behind my back.

We were just talking about a party Friday night.

Sammy, where is it,

and what time should I be there?

Good evening, Sam.

Hey.

Can I, uh, get a glass of water.

Got the hiccups, huh?

Yes. It's merely psychosomatic.

I guess I'm still upset about

that journalistic

stab in the back.

You ought to put a bag over your head. No, no.

I'd look ridiculous.

I'm just going to do what my mother always taught me.

Oh, yeah, you're right, the bag would look silly.

There. Hey.

Oh, damn.

Wow, Miss Howe.

You look pretty enough to take to a barn dance.

Thank you.

Sam, when I'm gone tonight, I want...

Why are you wearing a tuxedo?

Why does Superman wear a cape?

To rescue people.

This is your big party night, isn't it?

Yes.

He did tell you to invite somebody, didn't he?

Yes, and I did... An old boyfriend Ryan.

Oh, really?

Yes, and it wasn't an easy decision.

Yeah, I'll bet not.

I thought about asking Steve,

but he had a modeling gig in New York.

And then Jean Pierre is such a bore.

Keep humming, though. Keep humming.

Keep it up. Keep humming. come on.

I think it worked.

Frasier, I'm telling you,

you should put a bag on your head.

Carla, I'm not putting any...

bag on my head.

Oh, give me the damn bag.

You know what else I found works,

is putting a lemon in your mouth.

Wait a minute, you can actually

get a whole lemon in your mouth?

Well, young man, let's take a trip

over to Mr. Wizard's laboratory.

Yeah?

Woody...

What's this message, "Urgent. See Woody"?

Oh, right.

Uh, Ryan from the escort service called,

said there a mistake in the booking.

He couldn't make it tonight.

Said to be discrete about it.

That's why I wrote the note that way.

Sweetheart, can you help me with my cufflinks?

Sam, you are not going with me.

No way.

An escort service?

You couldn't get a date from an escort service?

I am not going with you.

There are a lot of people that hang out here

that I'd rather be seen with.

Dr. Crane would probably

enjoy a stylish evening with refined company.

I'm cured. I think I'm cured.

I think I'm cured!

Just remember now,

I don't go all the way on the first date.

Do you think that's her?

This is ridiculous.

Listen, uh, why don't you let me

freshen your drink up there,

and I'll find out if that's his wife.

I'm not even thirsty.

Don't be obvious.

Uh, do that again there, will you, partner?

Nice party.

Ah, glad you like it.

Yeah, yeah.

I guess I was way off base

about Rebecca, wasn't I?

Oh, yeah, way off, way off.

On the way over in the car,

she was all over me like a cat in heat.

Interesting.

Say, uh, I haven't met your wife here.

Oh, no, that's not her.

Uh, she's in Bora Bora.

Oh, uh, visiting family?

Actually, we're, uh, we're separated, Sam.

Oh, oh, well, that's too bad,

'cause she's missing a heck of a party here.

Well, thanks a lot.

Well?

She's in Bora Bora.

They're separated.

I knew it.

I knew it, I knew it.

You know, I gotta tell you,

I'm a little bit confused here.

The red sauce is for the shrimp,

and the mustard's for the egg roll.

That's not what I meant.

But thanks.

No, I was just wondering...

why haven't you made a play for this guy?

I mean, how long have you been carrying a torch?

It's not a torch.

What a silly expression.

I am not carrying a torch.

All right.

Two years.

Two years?

You haven't dated?

You haven't done anything with anybody

for two years?

My God, what happens to a person's body?

You haven't given him a clue?

You didn't how you feel or anything?

Oh, sweetheart.

You got to tell him tonight

before you explode or something.

I can't.

I wouldn't know what to say.

Well, hell, I'll tell you what.

Let's rehearse it right here,

just the two of us.

You really think that'll work?

Absolutely... just pretend

that I'm Mr. Drake here, and you've finally

gotten me alone and you're going to tell me.

Okay. Okay.

Mr. Drake...

No... Evan.

Evan...

No, no. With feeling.

Evan.

Yeah, that's good, that's good.

Now, uh, run your hand up my thigh, here.

Wait a minute...

No, no, trust me.

Guys think that's charming.

I just want to leave.

No. Hey, listen.

You're never gonna find a better time than this.

I mean, he just separated with his wife,

he's here alone, we're at a party,

you look terrific.

Now, call me crazy,

but this could be the perfect moment.

You're right. Yeah.

I have to seize the moment.

There you go.

Good girl.

Mr. Drake?

Yes, Rebecca?

Take me.

What the hell are you doing? I'm sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry.

Sam, I think she needs to go home.

No, I don't need to go home.

Good night.

I'm humiliated.

I know. Come on.

And disgraced.

I'm going to kill myself.

I still think that thigh thing

would have been charming.

Cheers.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Peterson.

Yeah, just a minute.

Hello. Hi, Vera.

Whoa. That's great news.

Great.

Cliffie. Here, she wants to talk to you.

Me? Huh.

So, uh, what's the good news?

That she wants to talk to you.

Yeah, Vera.

Oh?

Well, uh, uh, you following the recipe exactly?

Oh, gee, no, Vera, look.

It's supposed to be

two cups of water, not vinegar.

No, uh, get ahold of yourself, now, Vera.

Y-y-you're making a cake, not building a bomb.

He obviously hasn't had her tuna casserole.

♪ Hello, young lovers ♪

♪ Wherever you are ♪

♪ I hope your troubles are few... ♪

Stupid.

Hey, Woody.

Where is Rebecca?

Uh, she was just playing the jukebox

then she went into the office.

Thank you.

Yeah. I'll be right over.

Oh, I gotta get over there, Normie.

She's-she's up to her armpits in batter.

You don't mind if I stay, Cliff.

I've already seen that.

Yeah.

Don't blame me.

I told you to talk to the guy,

not inhale his gum.

I couldn't help myself.

Yeah, well, at least you know how he feels now...

He's not interested.

Who wanted to know that?

You did. You were miserable not knowing.

I was happy being miserable.

Now you've ruined it.

Oh, listen. Now, just...

Come on, sit down here, will you?

Relax, please.

Just, you know, just...

Could I have this?

I'm probably gonna lose my job.

Oh, right. Sure. He's gonna come over here

and fire you because of one lousy kiss.

Talk about paranoid.

Miss Howe. Mr. Drake's here to see you.

Talk about coincidence.

I'm dead.

No, you're not.

Now, I'll take care of this. Uh...

Woody, can you stall for a minute there?

Sure.

You know, in high school,

I entered the 4-H Club...

Not us, Woody... him, him.

Not us, him.

Out there, boy. Come on.

Okay?

Sure, Sam.

Would it have killed you to be a little more specific?

What am I going to do?

Well, just wait. Uh...

Well, all right, I'll-I'll go out there

and I'll tell him, uh,

that you were bombed

and that it didn't mean anything.

Terrific. Wonderful image.

A girl goes to a party and gets hammered,

then turns promiscuous.

Well, all right, all right, uh...

I'll-I'll tell him that, uh,

that you were trying to make me jealous

'cause you're crazy in love with me.

That's...

Let me see.

My choices are

I'm a boozy slut...

or a complete idiot.

I'd go with the idiot.

I already did.

So, that's how we knew, beyond a doubt,

that we were putting way, way too much bran

in the pig's fodder.

Hi, Evan.

Oh, Sam...

What are you doing here, huh?

Well, I was on my way to the airport,

and I thought I'd come by here

and clear this matter up before I left.

Oh, yeah, listen, I gotta tell you,

that whole thing at the party was my fault.

I mean, we had had a little tiff,

and she was trying to make me jealous. Yeah,

I figured it was something like that.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I better go back there

and apologize to her.

Wait, wa...

You're going to apologize?

Well, yeah, I overreacted.

I was a little rough on her.

Oh.

Yeah.

Uh, actually, uh,

give me a second here, will you? Um...

She probably needs to freshen up.

She's pretty upset by this whole thing.

Her mascara's probably down in her shoes by now.

How much do I owe you for that, bartender?

Oh, no charge, Mr. Drake.

I mean, after all, you kind of own the place.

Oh, no, no, no, no, I'll pay for it.

Credit card okay?

Sure.

All right.

I'll need to see a driver's license.

Listen, I did my best.

I mean, I gave him the jealousy story,

but he just didn't buy it.

I tell you, man, he is really steamed.

Damn.

You know, he said that if, uh,

if you were really in love with me,

that he might understand.

You know, that it would explain everything,

but he just... didn't buy that.

Oh, God, what am I going to do?

I don't know. I don't know.

Unless...

Unless what? What?

Ah... No, no, yeah, yeah, that wouldn't work.

No, no, what? Tell me, please.

Well, all right, well, maybe, you know, if...

well, if he were to walk in here

and find you kissing me

more passionately than you kissed him...

Forget it, forget it, forget it.

All right all right.

You know, you never give up.

You are always on the make.

Let me tell you something, buster. All right.

I still have a little self-respect.

I have a little pride.

Have it your way.

Hello.

Oh. Ha.

Sorry, Evan, there.

I didn't, uh, didn't hear you come in there.

You know how it is with young lovers, here.

We just can't keep our hands off each other.

Yeah.

You're a lucky man, Sam.

Oh, yeah, you're telling me.

Well, this little honey of mine

gives me a lot of good loving, don't you?

Sure do, punkin.

Well, I just came by to apologize

for how I reacted earlier.

Apologize?

To me?

Well, yeah, I told Sam outside.

You told Sam?

Gotcha.

So why don't we just not say anything more about it?

I think that's a great idea.

Uh, let me walk you to the car here. Yeah.

Malone. No, no.

I think we should say nothing more about this.

Sam, get back here.

Ha. Some women just can't get enough.

You haven't met my wife, Sam.

Oh... Oh...

Good night.

Hey, listen. Come on.

I'm just having a little fun with you.

You know, I know why you're upset.

You found out something in that room

you hadn't counted on.

Your true feelings were revealed.

What?

No woman can kiss like that

and not mean it.

Are you nuts?

No, no, no.

No, it can't be done.

You can't fake passion like that.

Oh, is that right?

Hey, Fras.

Nice try.

Frasier?

Frasier?