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Cheers is filmed before
a live studio audience.

Oh, let me help you with that, Sam.

That's okay, Woody.
I'm not as old as I look.

Really?

Sam, I don't know if this would interest
you, but I have an extra ticket tonight,

Jacques Brel Is Alive
and Well and Living in Paris.

He's not doing that underwater
stuff anymore?

Jacques Brel was a Belgian balladeer
who wrote songs

of great passion and power
in the '50s and '60s.

You mean like "Who Put the Bop in
the Bop Sh-bop Sh-bop"?

So you're busy.

"Who Put the Bop"?

Yeah, you remember that?
The great old song,

- right up there with "Yakety Yak."
- "Yakety Yak"?

Oh, come on, you remember
the Coasters, don't you?

- No.
- You're kidding.

How about the Shirelles
or the Platters or Dixie Cups?

Sorry.

You don't remember any
of those old groups?

Oh, old groups. You mean like Devo.

Maybe you better take this.

Off to class, huh?
What do you got today?

Sissy French Painters
of the 1 7th Century.

As a matter of fact, I'm on my way
to my Beginning Mime class.

- "Meem"?
- Most people pronounce it mime.

Mime?

Yeah, you know, Woody, those guys
with white paint all over their faces

so bouncy and happy you just
wanna strangle them.

You're not serious.

- Everyone loves a mime.
- No, everybody loves a clown.

Everybody hates a mime.

That's simply not true.

Well, you know, I saw this guy
on the Common one day.

Did an amazing performance.

He-- He did a crane, a mother crane,
feeding its young.

Turns out the guy was actually
choking on a piece of gum.

But I was moved, frankly.

Yeah, well, you know, Norm, you can
make light of it all you want,

but it is an ancient art form.

It has been around since the times
of Caesar Augustine.

Yeah? So have those socks
you're wearing. Who cares?

Well, you know, it is the purest form
of communication.

Diane, why don't you give us
a little exhibition here.

Oh, I couldn't. I'm really just a novice.
I've only had three lessons. All right.

Oh, all right, ladies and gentlemen,
Diane, the "mimette."

All right, she's starting off here with
your basic cop directing traffic.

And segueing into a waiter carrying
a heavy tray of dishes.

Yes, good. And completing it with
the midget imitating Judy Garland.

Very nice, bravo, bravo!

Very good.

It was a person trapped
in a shrinking box.

I'd say you'd better scurry off to class.
You got a lot of practicing to do.

Now, that I know.

- Hey, Sammy, mail in?
- Yeah, there you go.

- You expecting something special?
- Oh, I don't wanna talk about it.

It's too depressing.

Oh, come on.
We're your buddies here.

Yeah, you don't wanna keep
that stuff inside, Carla. It'll eat you up.

Oh, yeah, it's just what I need.

You chowderheads trying
to solve my problems.

Come on now, I'd say that four brains

plus whatever Cliffy has
are better than one.

Come on. We wanna help.
Let us help.

- Yeah.
- Okay, okay, try this one for size.

In case you haven't noticed, my luck
with men hasn't been so great lately.

In fact, all my dates fall
into two categories:

geeks and those studying
to enter the geekhood.

So in order to increase my odds,
I decided to enlist the full resources

of the media. I put this ad in
the personals of Boston Scene.

So it's been two weeks,
and no one has answered.

Can you help with that?

- Well, all right.
- Yeah.

Give us a second here.
All right, guys?

- Hey.
- Yeah, what? What do you got?

You got a crack in
the ceiling there, Sammy.

Just what I thought. Thanks, guys.

Oh, come on, come on
back here, would you?

We're just kidding now.
Now we're gonna really help.

Hey, why would he write you
here anyway?

Well, you think I want some
sex-starved creep

camped out on my doorstep? One
of my neighbours might get him first.

Just let me-- Let me see the ad.
Which one is it?

Right there. Right after
"speed eater seeks same."

All right, all right.

"Divorced female, warm, witty
and ltalian in every way except fat."

- Well, sounds good so far.
- Yeah.

"Thirty-three, 5-foot
and a quarter inch,

dark brown hair, brown eyes,
no visible scars, tattoos or birthmarks.

Seeking possible serious relationship.

Note, I have six children.
This is not a misprint. Six."

Oh, my, I can't believe not
one guy has answered this.

Carla, my dear, you're forgetting,
like, the basic principle of advertising.

Lying.

Oh, sure, I could tell him
I got no kids, right?

- Right. Right.
- I could tell him that I'm 21, 5'9",

- Right.
- gorgeous green eyes,

flaming red hair
and ta-tas till Tuesday.

But how am I gonna explain the way
I really look when he sees me?

Stress?

Hey, all right, next time I spill my guts,
remind me to do it in front of friends.

- I was just trying to cheer you up.
- I am in no mood to be cheered up.

Next guy tries to cheer me up
is gonna get open-face surgery.

I don't get it. She's got ta-tas
till Monday afternoon at least.

Boy, she's really bad off.
Come on, come on, listen,

we gotta think here now.
All right, come on,

put ourselves in her place. What would
I do if I couldn't get a date?

Who am I kidding?

- Well, why don't one of us write her?
- You wanna date her?

No, no, no. No, I think he means,
why don't we make up a guy?

I don't know, man. Make up a guy,
it's just too risky. Too risky.

Yeah, she'd suspect something
the minute she met him.

No, no, no, we wouldn't have
to let it go that far.

In the meantime, we're giving her hope,
a little confidence. The more confident

she is, the more attractive she'll feel.
That'll make her more attractive

to some real guy.
Or something like that.

- Sounds good.
- All right, I'm in.

- Okay?
- Yep, we got two.

All for one, one for all, huh?

Gee, Mr Clavin, your hands
are soft like a girl's.

My feet have got calluses on them,
just like every other part of my body.

Woody, get me some paper there.
Hey, Carla's gonna love this,

don't you think? I hope she realizes
what great friends she has here.

You bet. She will. And if she doesn't,
what do you say we just have

- this guy dump all over her?
- Good idea.

- We don't have any with lines.
- That's okay, I'll be careful.

Okay, before we start writing,

I suggest we just figure out
who exactly this guy is.

No, we're making him up.
He can be anybody we want him to be.

Doctor, ski instructor--

No, that's the point. If the guy's too
fabulous, she'll be on to us.

All right, it's gotta be
somebody, though, who's not

in her league usually.

We could make him a postman.

- No, no, too much.
- No, no.

Boy, you guys, we're sunk already.
She asked for a picture.

Yeah? Now, wait-- Wait a second.
Here, we're back afloat here.

Check this out.
How's this for your basic stud?

- Oh, oh, nice.
- Oh, nice, great. Who is he?

No idea. Just came with the wallet.

Hey, look at this.
Letter for Carla Tortelli.

- What?
- My goodness.

- Let me see. Come on, come on!
- What's the magic word?

- Gelding.
- That's the one.

What is it, Carla?

Someone or thing had the nerve
to answer my ad.

Okay, everybody, gather around
for a good laugh.

"My dearest Carla,

I was intrigued by your warm,
honest ad.

I'll be candid as well.
I was married myself,

but, sadly, it failed.

I'm not much for bars
or the singles scene.

I prefer a quiet night, a warm fire
and pleasant company."

- Very sensitive, very sensitive.
- Yeah, yeah.

"I'd love to meet you soon,
but unfortunately my job

as an international airline pilot

keeps me real busy flying places
most people only dream about."

- Talking adventuresome.
- Yeah.

"For the moment, then, we'll have to
depend on the U.S. Postal Service."

No trouble there.

"Sincerely, Mitch Wainwright.

- P.S., I love kids."
- Oh, no, you're kidding me. Boy.

You really hit the mother lode
there, didn't you?

- I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?

What do you want?

Well, I guess he does sound
kind of great.

- You bet he does.
- Yeah.

Carla, you have no way of knowing
if this man is telling the truth

- about himself.
- Don't you think I've thought of that?

But if this guy is only half as good
as he sounds, he's twice as good

as any of the dirtbags I've ever dated.

- I just wish he'd sent a picture.
- He did.

- What?
- Probably. He probably did.

- Yeah.
- Check in the envelope there. Check.

- There is a picture.
- You're kidding.

- Oh, yeah?
- Hey.

- Come to Mama.
- Oh, look at that guy.

- Handsome.
- Oh, yeah.

Hey, how about that?
Good times, huh?

- Yeah.
- There's something suspicious

- about this whole situation.
- No, there's nothing suspicious here.

- How do you know?
- I know. I know.

Sam, is this your handiwork?

I can't believe you did something
this stupid.

She was depressed. We were
trying to help her out. That's all.

Nothing's going to top the depression
of going after the man of her dreams

and finding you there. Believe me,
I know whereof I speak.

There's no way she's gonna find out.

Hey, this guy looks familiar.

- Where have I seen this face before?
- Probably the airport.

- Yeah.
- Pilots hang out there.

- All the time.
- I got it.

He's in a frame I just bought
at Woolworth's.

You're kidding.

Oh, my God. He's a model too.

Is that right?

So did Carla get the latest edition
of the Mitch Gazette yet?

Yeah, she's in the back reading
it right now.

Have you noticed how Carla is
kind of perking up lately?

I'll admit she's much less repulsive.

Bordering on sufferable, but that
doesn't make what you're doing right.

Oh, come on, give her her moment
in the sun there.

I mean, after all,
you had yours with me.

You're not referring to that
nanosecond under a penlight are you?

Oh, no, what--?

- What is that?
- A little surprise I have for you, Sam.

I hate surprises. And you know
what else I hate.

Bravo!

Sam, I'd like you to meet
Lev Agajanian,

better known as Sotto the Mime.
Sotto, this is Sam Malone.

Oh, hi. Oh, that's very funny,
very funny.

- Get him out of here, please.
- Sam, be nice.

Sotto is our mime-in-residence at
the college and a visitor to this country.

- Whatever.
- Hi! My name's Woody Boyd!

- Woody, you don't have to shout.
- Oh, he's a lip-reader.

Sam, what would you say if I told you
that Sotto has generously offered

to entertain your customers?

- No.
- Oh, please.

- No.
- I predict that by the end

of the evening you'll have
fallen in love with this art form,

and Sotto will have picked up
a lot of spare change.

See, this is the stuff I hate.

Sam, this is his art.

- Well, just keep his art out of my face.
- Thank you, Sam.

Hey, would you please get off
my bar there?

You won't regret this.

Oh, so where's your flyboy
off to this time, Carla?

Cairo. He's gonna buzz the Sphinx
for me in his 747.

Good Lord.

Even the stick's jealous. I just can't
wait to meet this guy face to face.

Although I am gonna play hard to get.

I intend to meet him
with all my clothes on.

Carla, since you mentioned it,

when are you going to meet
this Mitch fellow?

Well, he's doing the Paris
to Bombay flight now.

I have to wait until they switch him
back to the domestic route.

- You know, life's funny.
- Why is that?

I mean, today I'm with Mitch
on top of the world.

And just a couple of weeks ago,
I'd have settled for fish bait

- like Vinnie Claussen.
- Who's Vinnie Claussen?

Some loser who had the nerve
to answer my ad.

Carla? Yeah, wait, wait,
hold on a second here.

Listen, maybe you should
reconsider this.

- You know, Mitch is out of town a lot.
- Yeah.

Maybe you might like this Vinnie guy.

Yeah, there's nothing wrong
with playing the field.

Except with someone
who's grazing in it.

- What are you talking about?
- Look at this guy.

Fetch.

Really, take a look at him.
He's not that bad-looking.

Yeah, but next to Mitch
he looks like a weasel.

But looks aren't everything, Carla.

I mean, Vinnie, I bet he's got
a lot of stuff going for him.

Oh, I don't know about you, but being
a funeral director seems darn near

- as thrilling as aviation to me.
- Yeah, they got flowers, limousines.

Hey, forget it, forget it, all right?
I'm through with bozos like that.

I'm at the University of Mitch now.

Well, I hope you're all
proud of yourselves.

Carla is now turning down living,
breathing human beings

for your mythical aviator.

Guys, how come we didn't see
this one coming?

Oh, this from a group who every year
fails to see winter coming.

Thanks for reminding me, Diane.
I gotta take those screens down.

Hey, Sam, what time does
the floor show end?

Yeah, I got it, I got it, I got it.

Hey, come here, come here,
come here.

Listen, Sotto, we gotta talk.

Yeah, all right, all right.
Now, don't do this.

Listen, the whole--

That's very clever, yeah.

Listen, you've been here three hours.
This is just not working out.

I'm gonna start losing customers here.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to ask you to leave.

Now, I want you to beat it.

Oh, God, don't tempt me, man.
Don't...

- Sam, is there a problem?
- Yeah, get him out of here

before there's clown white
all over the walls.

- Yeah.
- Sotto.

I think my attempt at enlightening
Sam has failed.

I'm afraid you're going to have to go.

So I'll see you tomorrow.

I know. I know
what will win them over.

Do your robot that winds down.

Wonderful. You're a master.
What control.

Mime putting.

Same time tomorrow?

He spoke! It's a miracle!

Yeah, okay, all right.

From now on nobody works in this bar
that wears more makeup than you do.

All right.

Excuse me.
My name is Vinnie Claussen.

How do you do?
Well, you don't look like a weasel.

Thank you. Neither do you.

- Is Carla Tortelli here?
- Oh, just a minute.

Hey, Carla?

- Vinnie Claussen is here to see you.
- What's he doing here?

You better not watch this, kid.

You're about to see a guy's dreams
dashed on the rocks of Tortelli Point.

- Carla?
- Yeah.

- I'm Vinnie Claussen.
- Yeah, I know, I got your letter.

Already?

Oh, I was hoping to meet you
before you got it.

I don't express myself very well
on paper,

and it's not the best picture of me--

Look, Vinnie, Vinnie, I really-- I don't
wanna see you making a fool

of yourself in front of all these people.

The fact of the matter is
someone beat you to me.

Oh, gee, I'm sorry to hear that.

Especially now that I've met you.

Well, I'd offer her as a consolation
prize, but you're probably sick

- of dealing with stiffs.
- Well, I guess I'll be leaving then.

- Yeah, better luck next time.
- Sam.

Vinnie, let me buy you a drink here,
would you? Take care of him.

- Carla, can I talk to you for a second?
- Yep.

So how long you been interested
in dead guys?

Listen, before I start,
do me a favour, will you?

Stick your hands in your pockets
and keep them there till I'm finished.

- What's going on?
- Just humour me, will you?

Okay, but don't start in on me about
going out with this Claussen guy.

I mean, he's all right,
but he's no Mitch.

Listen to me.

Mitch doesn't exist.
The guys and I made him up.

- You what?
- Well, you were so depressed

we figured we had to do something,
so we made the guy up,

wrote the letters and rented a post
office box for you to write to him.

Oh, damn.

- Damn, I forgot the feet.
- You are scum.

You are the scum that scum
scrapes off the bottom of their shoes.

You're always looking at
the negative side to everything.

I hate your guts. I hate every one
of you. I mean, why did you do this?

What, was it some big laugh, huh? You
wanted to see me get all moony-eyed

and then yank the rug out.
Was that it, get a big laugh?

- No, sweetheart.
- No? Then what did you do it for?

What did you think was gonna
come of this?

Well, we had that covered.
We weren't gonna let you get hurt.

When it came time to meet the guy,
we were gonna have the plane

go down in the South Pacific.

Damn!

- Okay, I'm sorry.
- Hey, just drop dead twice.

Carla, wait. Wait. Now, there's
something you don't understand.

What they did was imbecilic, moronic
and ill-conceived.

Oh, that's the way, sugarcoat it.

But it was not done to make you
the butt of a joke.

It was done because your friends saw
their dear friend hurting.

And they wanted to help.

Now, you can either walk out
of here angrily,

or you can trust your friends
and forgive them.

And take advantage of the opportunity
seated at the bar.

Come on, why don't you give
the guy a chance?

I mean, he answered your ad.
He's dying to date you.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

- Oh, I finished my drink.
- Sit down!

Nice touch, nice touch.

Does this--? Does this mean
you're gonna go out with him?

- I'm thinking about it.
- All right, okay, okay.

Actually,

in a dimly lit bar he's not
the worst thing I've ever seen.

Writes a good letter.

I'd probably give him as big a thrill
as this Mitch guy was giving me.

Get out of here.

Honey, what do you say?

Oh, all right, you're off the hook.
Just tell me one thing.

Who wrote all those lovey parts?

Oh, that was my department.

You did a real good job.

Well, I'm sorry if I got carried away
there. But with you, it's kind of easy.

So they say.

So how do you feel about girls
on the rebound?

Oh, I've dated a few. Mostly widows.

Yeah. Let's get out of here, huh?

Oh, I know this real nice restaurant.

Great, great. So you like kids, huh?

Like them? I love them.
I got seven of my own.

- Carla. Carla.
- I'm joking. I'm only joking.

Hey, Vinnie, could you
do me a favour?

I mean, just for tonight, could you
pretend that your name is Mitch

and that you're an airline pilot?

Well, I guess.

If you'll call yourself Raven and
pretend you're a Vegas showgirl.

You're weird. I like that.