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Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

I have a date with Miss Howe.

She'll be right out.
Can I get you something?

Yes, I'll have a brandy... Louis XIII.

Anything for your friend?

No. He's driving.

Ahem! Excuse me, Mr. Colcord?

How do you do, sir?
Remember me-- Norm Peterson?

Yes, of course. I never forget a face.
You never know

when a name and face
may be significant in life.

There you go.
You remember me-- Cliff Clavin?

Excuse me?

We were wondering, sir, when you
were growing up back in England,

did you get that American TV show
called The Millionaire?

No, I'm sorry. I missed that,
but we did get Lucy.

Lucy! Now, there's a classic!
But getting back to this Millionaire show...

I loved Bilko.

Oh, yeah.
"Hey, Doberman, get in that jeep!"

Anyway, this Millionaire show is

is about a guy named J. Beresford Tipton,

and, uh, he was an incredibly nice guy.
He had tons of bucks.

He used to just pick people at random
and give them a million dollars!

- Really?
- Yeah, tax free.

Isn't that something?

Right, the thing that
I didn't understand about that show

was he used to give it away
to strangers.

It would've made
so much more sense to me,

- you know, and you'd probably agree with me,
- Oh, absolutely.

If he would've come to people,
say, in a bar

you know, and said,
"here you are-- just have a million bucks."

- Makes sense.
- Yes, I can see how that could be very rewarding.

Sure, sure it would.

I'm ready!

I don't have any cash.

I got it!

No. Cliff Clavin will buy this one.

Clifford Clavin's got it, sir.

I've got a job, I'll pay for it.

Woody, how much I owe
you here for the man's drink?

75 bucks.

You got it.

What are you watching, Carla?

It's the end of Criminals at Large.

I've been following this story for weeks.

There's something about it.
It's so bizarre.

- A lot of these stories are that way.
- Yeah, but this one's really outrageous, Sam.

It's about this woman who meets men,
marries them,

steals everything they own,
and then kills them.

- What part don't you understand?
- For some reason, they want to arrest her.

Not feeling at all bitter toward
the opposite sex, are you, Carla?

No, why?

What's with your head?

There was an incident
in our Lamaze class.

What happened?

Suffice it to say that Lamaze class
is not the place to flirt.

You know, the most wonderful thing
just happened to me

on the way over here.

- And what is that?
- I was in a car accident.

Oh, yeah, nothing like
a little broken glass

and twisted metal to put the spring
back in your step.

No, this was actually just a fender-bender,

but the bender happens
to be a plastic surgeon.

Now, he doesn't want me
to report this to the insurance company,

so he said he will give me
the plastic surgery procedure of my choice.

Isn't that great?

Whoo!

He'll only do one thing?

- Uh-huh.
- Report the accident.

So, uh...
what part are we going to do?

I don't know yet.

He gave me this book to look through
and decide what I wanted done.

Miss Howe, I don't think you'd
look good with a honker that size.

Woody, that's the before.
Here's the after.

Well, that is smaller.

Now, what do they do
with the leftover nose bits?

- Oh, man!
- Ah, Woody!

That's just a little bit gross.

That's a good question. I mean,
they put pig snouts in liver sausage.

Oh!

- They do not!
- Read the package.

Hey, Cliff ie!

Hey, friends.

I just got a very
auspicious message

on this miracle
of modern technology.

I didn't know they made
8-track answering machines.

Seems I got this message from Canada

- from a certain Miss Margaret O'Keefe.
- Who's Margaret O'Keefe?

She's a young woman with whom Cliff
had a brief romantic encounter.

If you don't want to tell me, just say so.
You don't have to make things up.

I'm not gonna give you
any fancy build-up.

I'm gonna let you listen to it just as I heard it.
You can judge for yourselves. Now feel the heat.

Hi, Cliff.

I just want to let you know
I'll be in town tomorrow.

And I hope you can make time for me.
I need to see you, bye.

Heh? So, come on, what do you think?

She's hungry for me.
I can hear that little body trembling.

Cliff ie, she didn't
really say anything there.

Didn't say anything?

"Make time, need to see you, bye."

Huh?

Hey, Clavin, why don't you
wise up?

She's probably just coming over here
to dump you.

By the way, if I'm in the back room
when she comes,

would somebody call me?

Well, you know, uh, Carla,

I gave that possibility
some consideration.

And I figured that if that dame wanted
to shove this lug in the dead-letter file,

she would've 86ed me with a postcard
and a 2-bit stamp.

Sam, is it me, or is Mr. Clavin
starting to sound like Raymond Chandler?

No, mis amigos, I know
exactly what's going on

in that sexy little
egg-shaped head of hers.

She left me lo those many months ago
to pursue a career.

That wasn't enough, no sirree.
She wanted her man back.

Heck, you've seen
my bumper sticker--

"Letter carriers do it on foot."

Yeah, I have seen that.
I always wondered what the hell it meant.

Uh, I'm not sure.
They were giving them away free.

So, you and her are getting
pretty serious, huh?

You betcha.
you betcha.

Well, Cliff, that's a pretty big step.

Outside of Margaret,

have you ever had a serious relationship...

or a date?

Yep, one time in high school--

Wendy Beeman.

Wendy Beeman.
What happened with Wendy?

I asked her to go steady.
She accepted.

Wouldn't you know it,
the very next day,

I come down with this
darn pesky little teenage problem.

Your face broke out?

No. Hysterical blindness.

What? What did you say?

From the Latin-- blind is hystericolis.

Meaning that you couldn't see, or what?

I couldn't see
whenever she was around,

but once she wasn't there,
I could see fine.

So we got into a big
argument about it,

we broke up, and
as soon as she ran crying out of my life,

I could see clear as a bell.

- Cliff?
- Yeah.

Would you be interested in taking part
in a university project?

Let me rephrase that. Would you be interested
in being a university project?

I really don't have a lot of time
for that now, but thanks for asking.

You know, guys, I've been
telling you for a long time now

That like the proud bird on my sleeve,
I was a lone eagle. Yep.

Even the eagle's got to
mate once in his life.

Molts in the spring.

You know the female
lays one to three eggs?

Incubation period's
about 35 days.

Cliff!

Thank God!

Maggie-pants!

Oh, Cliff, I missed you so much.

I missed you, too.

Turn around, let me
have a look at you.

Oh, your back bacon
is makin' me achin'!

Cliff, I dreamed of hearing you say that.

Sit down here.

It's so great to be
with you again.

I can't tell you

How hard these months
of separation have been.

The men up in Canada,
well, they just don't compare to you.

Ohh.

They're just pale, pathetic
imitations of you, Cliff.

Boy, that must be one butt-ugly country.

I finally couldn't stand it anymore,

and I had to come back
and ask you something.

Well, what?

- No, I can't. This is crazy.
- Come on, Maggie. Tell me. What is it?

Well, Cliff...

Can I be your girl?

C-can you be my girl?

Oh, no. I shouldn't have been
that forward. I'm really sorry.

Oh, you betcha, hon.
Can you be my girl?

Hey, guys, did you hear that?
Cliff Clavin's got a girl!

Sammy, give me a bottle
of your best champagne!

Oh, Maggie, you made me
the happiest man in the world!

Hey, sorry, guys, you're not gonna be seeing
Cliff Clavin around here very much anymore.

Maggie, you've made me
the happiest man in the world.

Boy, just think of that--
after all these years,

I got myself a steady girl.

I'm walking on air. I'm high as a kite.

I'm blind as a mole.

Cliff, is something wrong
with your vision?

No. No, uh...

It's, uh, you know what happened?

I think when I popped the cork
on the champagne,

a little bit of the mist got into my eyes
and temporarily blinded me.

Oh, yeah, that must be why Sammy
wears those protective goggles all the time.

That's okay. I didn't want champagne anyhow.

I just want to run out
and buy something soft and silky

to wear at your apartment tonight.

Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.

Listen, why don't you go buy me one, too?

Okay.

- Bye, honey.
- Bye.

Oh, my God. This is terrible.

It's like the Wendy Beeman episode
all over again.

You guys got to help me.

Oh, I can see shapes now.
I'm coming out of it.

Good, okay, yeah, I can see Carla's face
clear as a bell.

What the heck, at least I can see.

That's great.

Let me test your depth perception
with these two fingers.

No. this is serious.

It certainly is.

Emotional crises can affect our
sensory perceptions

in devastating ways.

I've read volumes
on hysterical blindness,

loss of hearing,
even total loss of speech.

Clavin had to pick
blindness.

Carla, you're not helping.

I'm not trying.

Now, Cliff, don't you think
there's a pattern here

that you should recognize?

Now, both your high school incident
and this current one

occurred at a time when you were threatened
by a commitment of a romantic nature.

Could it be that your fear of commitment
is so intense

that it manifests itself in blindness?

Oh, jeez, Doc, that's true.

You got to help me out here, Doc.

I got Margaret coming over tonight.
I can't go blind in front of her.

She'll think I'm some kind of a wacko.

You can't just wave a magic wand
and make it go away.

There's gotta be something you
can prescribe.

Ointments, drops,
leeches, something.

Cliff, there's just no quick fix.
I'm sorry.

There's got to be some way
somebody can help me out through tonight.

Sammy, look, as a fellow
stud-Meister yourself,

maybe you can come on over tonight,

help me just to get Margaret
in the apartment,

get the lights out,
then I can take over myself

and you can skedaddle.

- How's that?
- You got it.

Hey, thanks very much,
Sammy.

After you leave,
my acute sense of touch

will take over.

He had to say it.

Now I'm gonna have
the willies for a week.

Well, I'm on my way to
the plastic surgeon,

but I don't know what to do.
Look, I need some input.

What do you think
I should have done?

- Eyelids.
- Tummy tuck.

Liposuction.

Age shows first there.

Miss Howe.

I'm getting tired of all
this plastic surgery talk.

Now, I know it may not be popular,
but I'm going out on a limb

and say I don't think you
should change a thing.

You're a beautiful woman

and just about perfect
the way God made you.

Well, Woody, nobody's perfect.

There's got to be something.

Well, then your breasts.

Thank you, Woody.

No. thank you.

Oh, boy, Sam, am I glad you could make it.

I'm sorry I'm late. I had a matinee.

Matinee? It's almost 8:00.

Double feature.

What a guy.

How's your vision doing?

Oh, fine. I can see fine.
Margaret's not here yet. Corn?

No, thanks.

Hey, you look spiffy.

Oh, yeah, hey.

Feel the material here
in this clip-on.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

They're doing incredible things
with synthetic fibers nowadays.

Tell me about it. Sam, look at this.

Watch. You can't stain this baby. Look.

Oh, no. Wow.

Look at that.
Beads right up.

That is cool.

Isn't that something?

Watch what happens
with picante sauce.

No, don't do that.

I'll take your word for it.

Well, look, Margaret's going
to be here any second now.

So why don't we just
go over the game plan, huh?

Yeah sure.

Alright, if I feel myself, you know,
sort of losing my vision,

I'll give a little petite tug
on the old tie bone, okay?

Tug the tie. All right.

Then there'll be
a signal to lead me back

just in this area here.

We're gonna designate
the sofa as home base.

See, I spent the last few hours
walking around the apartment blindfolded.

I know every nook
and cranny by heart.

Didn't you bang the hell
out of your shins?

The first ten or 20 times,

but those nerves
are long dead now.

All right, what else do I need
to know, here?

The only other thing we got to figure out
is some kind of signal

to let you know when
it's time for you to leave.

Well... uh, how about,
"Good night, Sam"?

All right, yeah. I'll go with that.

Now I just got to figure out
how to remember that.

Oop. There's Margaret.

Can you still see?

Clear as a bell.
Clear as a bell.

I think now you're on your home turf,
you're gonna be just fine.

I think so, too, Sammy.

Go ahead,
go ahead.

Hiya, boyfriend.
It's your little ball and chain.

Oh, hi, Sam.
I didn't expect to see you.

Well, I just ca--

Uh...

I, uh...

Came over to, uh...

To borrow, uh... Cliff ie's tie.

What do you think?
It's too short, maybe?

Gee, I don't know.

Well, you know,
the--the--the best way...

The best way to find this out

is to see how it looks
when you're sitting down.

Why don't we go
check it out on the sofa.

You came all this way
to borrow a tie?

Uh... yeah.

The tie and, uh...
to have some of Cliff ie's corn.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. I'm famous for my corn.

Oh, would you like some?

Oh, I don't smoke, Cliff.

I bet you thought that
this was an ashtray. No.

It's a specially designed corn server.

Here.

There you go.

Just try some.

You'll never have corn
any other way now.

No?

- So... here we are.
- Here we are.

Cliff, what do you
want to do tonight?

Well, I thought maybe, uh...

I don't know. Maybe just show you
how I can walk around the apartment

without any help from anybody at all.

Okay, cliff.

Okay.

Oh, look at this.
I must've dropped a dime earlier.

Oh. Here.

Here it is. Yep.

1973-S.

That's mine.

Oh, I got that, Cliff ie. I got that.

This is a really
comfortable sofa.

Yeah. It comes out into a sofa bed.

Really? I'd like to see that.

Good night, Sam.

- I better fix this lamp before I go.
- Take it with you.

What?

That's what Sammy came over for.

For corn, a tie, and a lamp.

You ought to see the way
this guy lives. He's something.

Well, good night.

I'll walk him to the door.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for the corn.

Are you going to be
able to handle this?

Oh, yeah, Sammy,
I don't have to tell you,

as one stud to another,
that when it comes to sofa bed talk,

it's time for lights out.

There you go.

Wrong way.

Good night.

- Hey, Sammy, one more thing.
- Yeah.

There's...

Uh...the dress?

Oh, yeah, you're in luck.
It's a standard 22-inch zipper.

One, two, three seconds, max.

Remember, it's an easy glide.
Don't jerk it.

Good night.

Good night.
Good night, Sammy.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Cliff, are you all right?!

Hey, Cliff ie, how are the eyes, buddy?

They're fine as long
as she's not around.

Wh-wh-what happened?

It was a total disaster, Norm.

I went blind,
took a header off the balcony,

and fell in the pool.

Okay. Pay up.

Falling in the pool was ten-to-one odds.

Suckers.

I'll be in the men's room drying off.

There's no towels in there, Mr. Clavin.

That's all right.

I'll just stand in front of
that whatchmacallit that blows hot air.

You mean the automatic Clavin.

Is cliff here?

He's in the bathroom drying off.

Thank God because
I was so worried about him.

Poor cliff has been through so much.

Sit right here. I'll get you some coffee.

Margaret...

Uh, you should know
that cliff is a troubled, deeply disturbed,

and emotionally stunted person.

Now, I can say this
because I'm one of his closest friends.

All right, Rebecca's back.

You decide what to
have the body and fender man fix?

I not only made the decision by myself,
thank you very much,

but I've already had
the surgery performed on an outpatient basis.

Already? Wow, they look great.

Woody, he didn't work
on my breasts.

Well, then, why are they so much perkier?

Thank you, Woody.

No. thank you.

So, uh, what did you do there?

Uh...let's just say
it was something personal.

Come on. You can tell us.

It was nothing major,

it was just a little thing
that I wanted done for a long time.

No, you're right. You shouldn't tell us.

That way we can let
our imaginations go wild.

Oh, guys... all right, come on.

I had a little tattoo removed.

Ooh, you're kidding.
That's very hot. Whoa...

Wait a minute. Where was it?

Inner, upper, outer, frontal...

It was on my lower back.

Oh, lower back.

It was just covering up
a big old ugly mole.

I had that removed, too.

Kind of wish she hadn't told us.

I mean, I was imagining something
a hell of a lot better than that.

Well, maybe she lied.

Yeah. Yeah. Let's go with that.

- Cliff!
- Oh, no. No.

No, wait, cliff.
You don't have to run.

Sam explained everything.

Then you know why I can't look at you?

Yes, I do. I know all about high school

and Wendy Beeman and the blindness
and Miss Tennessee.

Miss Tennessee?

Yeah, I ran out of stuff on you,

so I threw in some
of my own highlights.

I feel so bad about this.

I rushed you into a commitment
that you weren't ready to make.

I came down from Canada
without any warning,

never giving you a chance
to say no or even make up your mind.

I feel like this is all my fault.

So I'm going back up north.

We can talk on the phone,

and in a few months,
if we still think it's a good idea,

we know where to find each other.

Good-bye, Cliff.

Hey, hey, Cliff, go get her!
Go get her!

Uh, Maggie... Hold on!

Maggie!

I'm ready to make a commitment.

Hey... Maggie, I can see.

Oh, really? Honey, that's wonderful.

I, uh...

I want you to be my honey.

Well, then, I don't
want to wait any longer.

I'm going to rush
over to my hotel,

and I'm going to get my stuff,

and I'll meet you in an hour
at your apartment.

- Hey, man, congratulations.
- I am so proud of you.

I'll see you later.

Uh, there's one thing.

What's that?

I seem to be paralyzed
from the waist down.