All language subtitles for Frasier.2023.S02E02.WEB.x264-TORRENTGALAXY

Okay.

And who was that?

That was my date
for Valentine's Day.

Two hours ago, you were whinging
about not having a date.

Oh, God,
did you hire that woman?

No.

No, I met her
at the grocery store.

We both reached for whatever
thing she was reaching for,

and now we are having dinner
together tomorrow night

at a fancy French restaurant.

- Ooh la la.
- No, Ooh La La was booked.

I took the liberty of making

a dinner reservation
at Les Charles

one month ago in hopes
that Cupid's arrow might strike.

And lo, it has.

Eh, seems like

- a lot of effort.
- Of course

it seems like
a lot of effort to you.

Your final last semester
was to make your students

clean out your garage.

No, that's what it looked like.

Actually, in reality,
it was an experiment.

I was testing
to see whether the...

something... uh, psychology.

You know, Alan,
I think Olivia sounds like

she may be reaching
her breaking point with you.

Oh, it's taken her long enough,
I've been terrible.

- Hey, Olivia.
- Oh, hi.

- Hi, Bernard.
- Hey, uh,

so I-I know we've only been
on a few dates,

and we're keeping it quiet,

but Valentine's Day
is tomorrow, so maybe...

Yeah, "maybe" sounds good.

So, Eve, any plans
for Valentine's Day?

No, I picked up a shift.

Uh, Freddy? You got any plans?

Anything romantic
on the, on the burner?

Ah, you know me.

Tomorrow night,
when the moon reaches its peak,

I'm headed up to a rooftop

- with a special someone.
- Oh, yeah, who?

Uh, it's Tiny. We're gonna
throw an old dishwasher off,

- see what happens.
- Ugh. What a travesty.

Doesn't anyone make
an effort for love anymore?

Fear not, Uncle. I'm keeping
the flame of love alive.

I just received a Valentine's
Day card from a secret admirer.

Could be from anyone, maybe even
someone in this very bar...

- It was Daphne.
- Definitely your mom.

Where is everyone's love
of love?

Stop being cynical,
stop being complacent.

Challenge yourself
to go after love today.

I would love to see that.

Thank you, Alan.

An old dishwasher hitting
the sidewalk and exploding.

Hey, Dr. Crane?

I heard what you said
about love over there.

I was wondering,
can I bug you for some help?

I-I'm seeing someone,
and I'm worried

that she doesn't think
we have enough in common.

Well, of-of course,
I'm always glad to help.

Um, tell me about her.

Well, she's a lot
smarter than me.

Oh, real needle in a...

stack of needles there.

Uh, tell me more.

Well, I'd like
to see her tomorrow,

but I don't know
what to say to her.

Why not try saying it
with flowers, hmm?

No woman can resist
a beautiful bouquet showing up

at work on their desk.

Or their dashboard.

Or kiosk.

Olivia?
Hmm?

Um, listen, I need my book
of Robert Burns poetry back.

I have a date this evening,

and I don't want to leave
anything up to chance.

Absolutely,
and thanks, by the way.

- It's so good...
- Yes, isn't it?

...for killing spiders.

Oh.

Oh.

What a lovely bouquet
of flowers.

You seeing someone?

Uh, sort of. He's very sweet.

Oh, I love that.
I knew there was hope

- for Cupid after all.
- Mm-hmm.

What are you doing here?

Don't you have a class?

No. Also, this is my office.

What are you doing here?

What? Uh...

Sorry, earplugs already in.

I'll, um, I'll just go and find
somewhere else to, uh, work.

Are you all right?
You seem troubled.

I-I should be discreet.

I think I need to part ways
with someone.

Today proves I can't,
I can't avoid it any longer.

Really, really? And this person
is-- it-it's someone I know?

Oh, please don't ask.

- It'll put you
in a difficult position.
- I see.

And somehow they've fallen
short of your expectation?

I-I don't know
if the fire's there.

Um, do either of you know
how to hang a hammock?

Useless.

Yeah, not much fire there.

I'm sure
you've been through this.

What would you do?

Well, if you really intend
to part ways

with this person...

...he at least deserves
to tell his side,

to fight for himself.

First thing you should do is
tell him that you need to talk.

Okay, yeah,
I'll text him right now.

And please remember,
be sensitive.

It's like a relationship.

It is a relationship.

That's very perceptive of you.

- Alan?
- Hmm?

I've just come from
a discussion with Olivia.

Nothing's decided yet, but...

I think she's on the verge
of letting you go.

But teaching's everything to me.

I'm looking for Dr. Cornwall.

Wrong building.

Can she even do this?
You have tenure.

Well, it looks like "dereliction
of professorial duties"

is cause for breaking tenure.

As is... oh, wow.

You've done all of these.

Oh, this is difficult.

I haven't had a career setback
like this since... mm.

What's he referring to?

Back in the '80s,

Alan spent several years working
on a, a model to disprove

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross's
five stages of grieving.

It was to be my magnum opus,
but I was sabotaged

by the deep pockets
of the self-help industry.

Ah. Big Grief.

They killed my project.

At first, I couldn't even accept
what had happened.

And then I was engulfed
in anger.

Soon after,
I started negotiating some way

to try and save my work.

That was followed
by a crippling sadness.

Eventually, I came to accept
that her model had won

despite there being
zero evidence to its validity.

Don't worry about a thing.

If Olivia pulls the trigger,
we will fight it.

Or...

is this the change I need?

Leaving here
would allow me to focus

on some long-forgotten passions.

Writing, research.

Maybe I'll even try
some teaching.

Not doing those things
is why she's firing you.

Uh, you can also lose tenure

for "selling property
to the Irish"?

When was this written?

Well, now, I'd better prepare

for what could be
my final lecture.

No.

Tomorrow starts today.

No matter what happens,
I am here for you.

Anytime, at the ready,
on February 15th.

No, just go.

I can't believe this.

The other server
just bailed on me

right before
we were about to open.

I'll never be able
to handle tonight's crowd alone.

Hmm, well, you know what?
I got some time.

- I can give you a hand.
- Really?

- What about your plans?
- Eve,

there are things more important
than throwing a dishwasher

off a roof.

Plus you have to wait
till it's dark, so...

Oh, thank goodness
you two are here.

Listen, I'm having
a little trouble

choosing which cologne
to wear this evening on my date.

Um, I thought maybe, um...

You must know that
I'm not going to smell you.

Oh...

Oh.

Carol has to cancel.

She's having trouble
with her boiler.

- Oof.
- Oof. Sorry, Dad.

"Oof"?

What the hell?
We-We'll just reschedule.

Dad.

Carol's canceling?

On Valentine's?

At the last minute?

At Les Charles?

Because of her boiler?

Kind of running out of room
in that upper register,

aren't you, there, sport?

She's blowing you off, Dad.

Hate to say it,
but Freddy's right.

This is her Aunt Sadie.

And who is Aunt Sadie?

Well, whenever I had a bad date,

Aunt Sadie was
my made-up relative

who'd have an emergency
so I could leave.

Like when I dated the juggler,

Aunt Sadie fell off a boat.

Or when I was dating the DJ,

Aunt Sadie was digging
a piece of waffle

out of her toaster with a fork
when she got hit by a car.

She's just making up
a little white lie

so you don't feel rejected.

Yeah, which is cruel.

I-I mean, I think.

'Cause, uh, just giving my dad

false hope like that
just makes him look

- more pathetic.
- I think
pathetic's a bit strong.

So, what is she supposed to do,
say "I'm canceling the date

because I'm not
attracted to you"?

Why does that have
to be the reason?

This lets him slowly accept

that it's never gonna happen.

Mm-hmm, okay, yeah,
that makes sense.

So...

...I've been stood up
on Valentine's Day.

We were having

such fun at the grocery store.
What could have happened?

It could have been anything.

I once dumped a guy
for ordering a salad.

Yeah, I once dumped a girl
'cause her name was Liz.

Is that what dating is today?

You're j-just giving up on love
because of the slightest hiccup?

Oh, yeah. I once
dumped a guy for hiccups.

This is why there's
an epidemic of loneliness.

People just waiting around

to be struck by love.

They don't realize it just
takes a little bit of work.

Disagree.

It's either easy
or it's not meant to be.

Oh, Moose.

I'm really in the mood
for some good news.

How did it go with the flowers?

Not good, Doc.

Look at this.

"We have to talk"?

What is wrong

with people?
And on Valentine's Day,

this most sacred
of manufactured holidays.

- So, what should I do?
- Well, I...

You know what?
It's too late for me tonight,

but why don't you take
my reservation at Les Charles?

- You sure?
- Yes, of course...

She's going to love it.

You invite her
to dinner, and, uh,

text her now and be romantic.

Okay, all right.

How's this look, Doc?

You just said, "Dinner,"
with a question mark.

And that third "N"
isn't doing you any favors.

Mind if I take a crack at this?

All right, fine.
Let's see, um...

"I lament..."

"...that Cupid's arrow

has not pierced you."

"But I have
a reservation tonight

"at Les Charles.

"Shall we give our...

"cherubic friend

"one more

shot?"

Holy crap,

you sound like a book.

Send.

All right.

Now we just wait and see, huh?

Oh, sorry.

Yes, hello?

Frasier, you know that thing
you helped me with earlier?

Well, it's escalated.

Can you please
come by and help me?

Yes, of course.

I'll be right there. But, uh,

don't talk to Alan
until I get there.

Why would I talk...?

I'm sorry, Moose,
I've got to go.

Uh, there's been a little
emergency with a friend at work.

Whoa, what if she texts back?

I can't write like you can.

I'll be back in 15 minutes.

Well, take my phone,
just in case.

Well...

all right, sure.

Uh, what-what's your passcode?

It's my birthday.

November 11th.

So... one, one,

one, one?

You want me
to write it down for you?

No, no, I've got it, thank you.

Trust me, Moose,

someone is going to triumph

on this Valentine's Day.

Frasier, he texted back.

He wants to prove his case
over dinner tonight.

Over dinner? On Valentine's Day?

I know. It's serious.

And my brain is screaming at me

to end it, but...

but sometimes
he can be really charming.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

You have to talk to him
right now.

Okay. Um...

"Can I call you?" Send.

Uh, this text he sent you...

...what was
so charming about it?

It referenced Cupid's arrow.

God, it was poetic and original.

Hmm. Yes, it was.

I mean, sounds like it was.

I mean, most of the time,
we don't connect,

but sometimes

I sense a, a deeper side.

Hmm. Well, perhaps
he's just overwhelmed by you

and doesn't really know

how to find
the right words to say.

Has he texted you back?

No, not--

Oh, okay.

"To hear your beautiful voice

would silence mine."

That is so sweet.

And it directly addresses
what we were just talking about.

Sounds like fate to me.

But a fancy dinner?

I'm just gonna tell him
that my mom had an emergency.

No, no. People have
got to stop doing that,

saying no to love
before it's even begun.

You've got to give it
another chance.

When would dinner be?

I'll ask.

"When..."

"...would dinner be?"

Oh, wow.

He answered
almost before I hit send.

But he didn't.

That's a very
important distinction.

"Jazz piano starts at 7:00.

"'If music be the food of love,

play on.'"

As You Like It.

Mm, Twelfth Night.

Is it slightly misquoted?

No.

I really love
that he's making an effort,

but now I feel like
I can't keep up.

I-I-I cannot think
of anything clever to say.

Frasier...

...would you be my Cyrano?

Your Cyrano?

Sure.

Let's see if I can get inside
this texter's mind.

"I confess you surprise me,

"in the figure of a lion,

the feats of a lamb."

You see, uh,

answering Twelfth Night
with Much Ado About Nothing.

I love it. I love it!

Ooh, I wonder how
he's going to respond.

Well...

we'll just have to wait
to find out

if he's not out of Shakespeare.

Hmm?

Oh, my, this is
an interesting print.

Oh, here.

Not that phone!

"Halloo your name
to the reverberate hills,

"and make the babbling gossip
of the air

cry out 'Olivia.'"

Isn't that something, huh?

A Shakespeare text
with your name in it.

Maybe it's worth
giving him another chance.

Okay, I'll say yes to dinner.

Wonderful.

Oh, and, Olivia, I meant to ask,

um, how do you feel about Alan

these days?

Same as always?

Same as always.

I am here to teach.

You...

are here to learn.

Hmm?

And yet

this hallowed institution...

...is a prison.

It's keeping you and you and you

walled off from two infinites.

The infinite

of what's out there

and the infinite

of what's in here.

Break off your shackles.

I implore you.

Of course, this gift of clarity

was given to me

cloaked in
the ornaments of misfortune.

Oh, no. Are you dying?

Nay.

I'm living.

Alan, good news.

I was wrong about Olivia.

You're not getting canned.

Congratulations.

What?

Uh, okay, experiment time.

Half of you are prisoners,
half of you are guards,

and I'll see you in four days.

Ah, Moose.

Howdy, Slim.

What's your poison?

All right,
what the hell's happening?

- Freddy's helping me out
tonight.
- Yeah.

He's also trying out
different bartending personas.

Right you are.

Care for
a drop of the hard stuff

to wet your whistle
there, laddie?

So far, none have worked.

Well, I'm glad to see
that summer at theater camp

came in handy, son.

Moose. Moose, good news.

Your date accepted.
She will be joining you

for dinner, and she was very
impressed with your texts.

That's awesome.

I can't keep this up, though.

Do you think
you could come to dinner

and just be nearby
in case I need some help?

Might get a little complicated.

You're right, it's too much.
I'll just cancel.

No, no, no.

No, you cannot give up on love

just because it requires
a little bit of effort.

I will not allow it.

Love will triumph
this evening, hmm?

- All right. Thanks, Doc.
- Great.

I got to warn you,
though, my date,

it's with Olivia.

Olivia?

Be still.

All right, last call!

- Huh?
- What?
- It's 4:30.

You have to stop yelling that.

- Oh. Hey there.
- Hello.

- Waiting on a date?
- Uh, no.

Sadly, my date canceled.

I'm actually here for support
for a couple of friends

who are hoping to find
a connection.

Oh, wow, that sounds

- like a nightmare.
- Sweet, I know. Oh.

Well... Or-or sweet.

No, you know, sometimes
I think love,

in the early stages,
needs a, a little push.

Hmm. Does it, though?

I mean, in my experience,
either the connection is there

or it isn't, you know?

Uh, if it ain't easy,
it ain't worth it.

And why is that the prevailing
wisdom about love these days?

I mean, honestly, I, I think
love is worth the effort.

I guess I'm just determined
to keep fighting for love.

- Mm.
- I'm a bit of a Rodolfo.

- Yeah.
- La Bohème.

Well, let's just hope
you find a Mimi

with a better immune system.

You like opera?

I sure don't.

But I worked the bar
at the opera,

and sometimes that stuff just

jimmies and burrows its way in.
You know?

I'm Frasier Crane.

I know. I've seen your show.
I'm Holly.

- Holly. Yes, I've seen
your name tag.
- Yeah.

- Eyes up here, pal.
- Yes, okay, sorry.

I'm just kidding.
I'm kidding.

You know,
if-if you're not tending bar

at Don Giovanni next week,
maybe...

I-I'm sorry,
I'm seeing someone right now.

Oh. Too bad.

Yeah.

- Now you've got me
rooting against love.
- Oh...

Frasier.

I was hoping that I would find

you and your date here.

Uh, she canceled.

Amazing! For me,
not for you. Sorry.

I'm still worried that
this is a bad idea.

No, no, no, no,
give it a chance.

I mean, look for ways
that you do connect.

Um, you know, try talking
about something

that doesn't usually
interest you.

Okay.

I'll try, I'll try.

Uh, but can you,
can you please stay?

Please. I don't think I can
do this without you. Please.

Well, all right, sure, sure.

Why not? I'd be glad to.

Okay, thank you,
thank you so much.

I should probably
also come clean about

who my date is, 'cause you're
about to find out it's...

it's Moose.

Moose?

Be still.

I'll just make myself scarce.

- So, is that the friend
you're helping?
- Yes.

Actually, I... I'm helping
both of them.

But they don't know that.

You know what, I should be able
to pull this off anyway.

I have complete faith in you.

So, I-I loved all of those
Shakespeare quotes.

What are some of
your other favorites?

Hmm, what are some of my other
favorite Shakespeare quotes?

Hmm.

"Doubt the stars are fire,

"Doubt the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love."

Love.

I'm so sorry.

You're, you're probably
all Shakespeared out.

What-what do you want
to talk about?

You're not into sports, right?

I...

- ...love sports.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I like the Red Sox.

- I like the Red Sox.
- What do you think

of their moves in the bullpen
during the offseason?

Ooh, what do I think?

Quick, tell me about
the Red Sox bullpen.

Um, Casey's trash.

No, no, Orlando's the one
who's killing us.

I mean, a plus-five ERA
last year

with runners
in scoring position.

That guy blew ten saves
last year,

all of 'em in the ninth.
I could murder him.

Uh, Casey, Orlando, uh,

five scorings...

Uh, baseball?

Casey and Orlando.
Am I right?

You're so right.

- They're both terrible.
- Terrible.

Who's your favorite Celtic?

My favorite Celtic?

Who's your favorite Celtic?

- I'm trying to drink here.
- I-I'm sorry.

Change the subject,
get off of sports,

ask him about himself.

You know,
it's so hard to choose.

What do you do
in your spare time?

Hmm. What do I do
in my spare time?

- How the hell should I know?
- How the hell should I know?

No, no, you read, you like art.
Pick something.

I like art.

Oh. Who's your favorite painter?

Oh, my cousin Kevin.

He can do a whole fence
in like two days.

That was a joke. Laugh.

I don't think it was.

- Tell her that was a joke.
- But it wasn't.

Would you pick a freakin' spot?!

- I'm so sorry.
- You know, a guy comes
into a fancy restaurant

all alone on Valentine's Day,
high as a kite,

he expects to have
a nice, quiet evening.

- Dr. Crane?
- Oh...

What are you do...?

Um, you should know
that Moose and I are

out on a date together.

Well, isn't that something?

Moose and Olivia?

Be still.

You know, I had a feeling
about you two.

Yes, and I couldn't be
happier for you.

You know what, fumbling through
the early stages of love

can be, be quite challenging
sometimes,

but you, you two, hang in there.

Do it for all of us.

Um, someone named Carol
can come after all.

Oh, uh, do you think
I could still get a table?

No. Fully booked.

Then again, if you're trying
this hard to force love,

is it really worth the effort?

I mean, shouldn't love be easy?

Fantastic 180.

- Thank you.
It's not my first backpedal.
- Yeah.

I-I do like you, Moose,

but I-I just...

It was so much pressure to think
of anything to say to you.

Maybe we should be friends?

Yeah.

While we're here, though,

we should get something
to eat, right?

Oh, yeah, I hear that
the lobster here is amazing.

No, you know, one thing--

friends should never eat

in a romantic restaurant
together.

I mean,, it'll destroy
the friendship.

- Whoo! Frasier!
- Off you go.

Oh, my God.

Take care, all right?

Yes, lovely, lovely.

Happy--
Happy Valentine's Day.

Nobody talks to a queen
that way. Nobody.

- I am a queen.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

All right, have a good night.

Well, it's official,
I am a great bartender.

All of these were wrong.

But it was still a lot of fun
working with you tonight.

It didn't feel like work.
It was easy.

Freddy?

- Yeah?
- Do you work here now?

Oh, no, I'm just doing
a little favor for Eve.

Uh, sorry, no, my fault.

I don't actually care.

I'm just so sorry
that I almost canceled.

Oh, please.

It's a minor speed bump.

Only a fool would pass up
the potential for love

at the first sign of trouble.

You have to put in the effort.

That's right.

So tell me,
do you have any kids?

I have a son, Frederick.

Very proud of the man
he's become.

What about you? Any kids?

Mm, eight.

- Wow. Eight kids.
- Yep.

They're my babies.

Oh.

Aw.

These are pictures of snakes.

Morty's my oldest.

- Oh, such a teenager.
- Mm-hmm.

I still remember
his first shedding.

- It was autumn.
- Oh, gosh.

- A chill rolling in
from the east.
- Oh, that's my Aunt Sadie.

I'm so sorry...

She's stabbed herself with
her father's seppuku knife.

Hmm. Madame Butterfly.

Nice.

Uh, I'm so sorry about this.

I really do have to go
and help her.

Uh, it was,
it was nice meeting you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Y'all know how this goes.

♪ Hey, baby,
I hear the blues a-callin' ♪

♪ Tossed salads
and scrambled eggs ♪

♪ And maybe I seem
a bit confused ♪

Yeah, maybe.
But I got you pegged.

♪ But I don't know what to do ♪

♪ With those tossed salads
and scrambled eggs ♪

♪ Life's callin' again. ♪

Happy Valentine's Day,
everybody!

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