F R A S I E R (10x20) - Farewell, Nervosa -
Which not only helps in the healing process, but also provides one with the confidence to go forward,
in spite of the fear this kind of trauma can cause.
Honestly, I can't say enough about these medicated bandage strips.
But thank you for asking, Jordan.
Up next is the stock market report with Julia Wilcox.
Hello, Avery. Impeccable timing. -Good to see you, Frasier.
Yes, hello. Oh, careful, careful. Paper cut.
Yes, I caught the last half hour of your show.
Ah. Oh, Roz, come meet an old friend of mine.
Avery McManus, this is Roz Doyle, my producer. -Lovely to meet you. -Same here.
Avery and I used to live across the hall from each other back at Oxford, now he lives in Seattle.
A very accomplished accountant who's going to take me on as a client. -Well...
...my taxes could use some serious doing. -Roz, he's married.
I tell you what: I'll be back in about an hour to go over this month's "Best of".
Oh, I don't think an hour is going to be long enough, Frasier.
Your finances are a mess. Your spending's out of control.
Well that's impossible. I'm very prudent.
Then what about this $9,0000 caviar bill from last month?
And what's with you and wine? I had to take on an associate
just to go through your sherry receipts. And then... -Gosh, you know,
I've completely forgotten myself. How is Amanda? I don't believe I've seen her since the wedding.
Amanda's great. She made partner.
Okay, everybody, the "I'm a Pathetic Loser" show is over.
My listeners are not pathetic losers. -I wasn't referring to your listeners.
You're Julia Wilcox. -Yes, I am.
You wrote "Practical Applications of Econometrics". -Yes, I did. -I loved that book.
Avery McManus. -Oh, it's a pleasure to meet a fan, Avery.
A fan is someone who enjoys your work.
Yes, and do you know what they call someone who can't stand your work?
In your case, the public.
She was supposed to say "What?" and I was going to say "Me." Oh, come on, let's get out of here.
Ow! How come you only rub where it hurts?
Your sons hired me to torture you so that's what I'm doing.
Ow! Eddie, Daddy's in trouble. Sic her!
Okay, all done, old man. And I hope you got your griping out of your system,
because I need you to be on your best behavior next time. -Why?
Because, the agency won't assign me any more clients
until an evaluator observes me at work. -Oh, geez.
I don't want to go on display like some trained seal.
Please? I'll give you some treats.
Treats, huh?
Okay.
Hey, Fraizh. How was your trip to the accountant?
Fine, fine.
Uh, why are all these lights on?
All right, I'll be honest with you. Avery had some very stern warnings for me.
The situation isn't dire,
but it could become serious if I don't change my ways. -That doesn't sound too tough.
Get balcony seats at the opera. -And stop throwing away your change.
Oh, that was one time!
And if you'd seen that cashier's fingernails, you'd have done the same thing.
All right, the point is I have to come up with a plan. A plan...
Perhaps a ruminative latte will do me some good at Nervosa. -What?
You just had a whole new espresso machine shipped here from Italy!
Yes, well I'm waiting for the cups!
Besides, Nervosa is more to me than just a place for coffee. It's my refuge,
my sanctuary for contemplation. Oh! Oh, I've just had a cost-saving idea!
Daphne, you're family now and yet I still pay you full price for Dad's therapy.
All right, I'll keep thinking. Off I go!
This happens every time you hire a new accountant.
You let their fear get to you. But remember:
it's Avery's job to worry about your finances, not yours.
Yes, of course it is, of course it is. He's the professional.
Thanks so much, Niles, that's really quite helpful.
I feel better now. Excuse me, change my shortbread order to tart tatin.
One for my brother, please. A la mode. -He's back.
You ready for some more music, Seattle?
Great!
I quite agree!
I am sorry, young man. If we wanted to hear your music, we would attend one of your concerts.
In the bus station.
Well, people seem to like it. Here, they clap along,
and it's been enough to keep me out of the three piece cage. -The what?
The suit, man, the suit.
Excuse me, is there a problem? -Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is. This man...
is making it impossible for me to converse with my brother. -I think he's great.
Ah. I understand. You two are friends.
Perhaps you used to "gig" together in your salad days.
But if you wish to alter the atmosphere of this cafe, I suggest you consult with the owner.
I am the owner. -Oh really. Well, I'm Frasier Crane, it's a pleasure.
Maureen Nervosa.
Really?
Well, I happen to be one of your core customers, Ms. Nervosa.
In fact, I spend over $3,000 a year here, which I just found out today.
Frasier, people are starting to stare. Let's just come back tomorrow afternoon when the cafe is quieter.
Actually, Ben will be playing afternoons from now on. -Really?
Well you know, I, I would think about that. Although we do adore your establishment,
if there is one thing we can find in Seattle, it is another coffee shop.
Yeah, but not many of them will let you change in the men's room.
Now, I don't relish the idea of asking you this,
but I'm afraid you will have to choose. Either... -I choose Ben.
I see. Well...
Farewell, Nervosa.
It's been a splendid decade,
but I'm afraid your brew has become a bit too bold for my brother and me.
Come, Niles, let's go. -But, I don't want to go.
Nervosa is my haven, my cocoon. -This next one's called "The Wild Rover"!
I've been a wild rover, for many a year.
And I spent all me money on whisky and beer.
And now I'm returning with gold in great store,
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
And it's no, nay, never... no, nay, never no more...
.
My name is Frasier, this is my brother Niles.
We're thinking of making this our regular haunt.
Way to go.
We'll have two espressos, please.
I'm sorry, and your name is? -Steve. -Stephen. Outstanding.
Just Steve.
Steve.
I look forward
to years of this sort of lively banter.
They found a way to bring the charm of an airport to a mid-town location.
Now, Niles, let's try to be positive, this may be out new home.
Yes, this will do nicely.
This will be our regular table.
And that will be our backup regular table.
Oh, perhaps we should keep looking. Hello, Julia.
Hello, Frasier.
Wow, who's this? Your stunt double?
This is my brother Niles. Niles, I'd like you to meet my colleague, Julia Wilcox.
How do you do? -Wow, that's very good, Frasier,
I didn't even see your lips move.
I thought you always go to Nervosa. -Well, sadly, no more.
They've hired a terribly annoying folk singer,
whose hideous noise-making has made it impossible for me to enjoy my one sanctuary.
I didn't ask for your life story.
Steve, I'm afraid we'll be taking these to go, thank you. -Oh, glad to hear it.
Goodbye, Frasier. Goodbye, Emergency Frasier.
I don't like her.
I don't like her cafe anymore. Let's go... Oh, thank you, Steve.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I'm afraid my brother and I will not be
the everyday stalwarts I predicted we would be. -Damn.
Every time I open my heart...
You know, Avery was always a bit of a playboy,
but honestly I thought marriage would settle him down.
I should just tell Julia that he's married. But then again, she's been so rude to me,
why should I do something nice for her? But then again, can I just sit idly by
and keep my mouth shut? -I can answer that one.
Doesn't he wear a ring? -No, but I know he has one. I was at the wedding.
Dad, you see I'm facing a perplexing dilemma, here. Some guidance would be welcome.
No, it wouldn't. You always ask my opinion, and then completely ignore it.
Well this time, while I've got the floor, I'm gonnna talk about what I want to talk about.
NBA referees need to enforce the traveling rule.
It's dribble-one step-shoot, not dribble-step-step-step-STEP-shoot!
Thank you.
That was very helpful.
I guess I'll just do what I always do:
sort through this myself. ...All right, I'm off to Nervosa.
No!
I'm off to that... other place where young Steve works.
No. That's Avery and Julia's place.
Well, I hope you're both satisfied, now I don't know where the hell I'm going!
I'm hashing over an ethical dilemma, so I think I could use
Uh, I've got a lot to ponder, so I think a large.
I'm afraid we don't have large, sir. We have piccolo,
macho, mucho and mucho macho.
I see.
Uh, do you happen to know what size would correspond to a Nervosa grande?
No. But our mucho is about the same
as the semi-colossal over at Don't Spill the Beans. -Ah, ah, all right.
I know that their colossal
is comparable to a Nervosa grande, so the semi-colossal
would be three quarters of a colossal, so...
the mucho and the semi-colossal would be equivalent...
so I should have the mucho macho.
But only fill it five-eighths.
Yes sir. For fifty cents extra, we can pre-heat the vessel.
No. Can we just move this along, please? -I understand completely.
Your zip-code, please?
You don't have to give your real zip if you don't want to.
Then what's the point?
It unlocks the cash register.
Put in whatever code you wish.
Here we are.
Now, I'd just like a cup of coffee and a quiet place to drink it.
Can do, sir.
Okay, here's your change.
You're number four,
I'll bring it to your bean bag.
Now, you have a bullet lodged in your hip, correct?
Do I?
Oh, that's right, I do. Sometimes I forget, the way Daphne takes care of me.
She's the best.
All right. And how would you rate your level of comfort during therapy?
Oh, I don't think you can come up with a number high enough, so I'll just say...
thirty.
Sorry.
Oh, it's my nanny. Well, not MY nanny.
Wouldn't that be somethin'?
Do you mind? -No, please, go ahead.
Hi.
What are you doing? -What do you think? I'm makin' you look good. -Yeah, well stop it.
My work speaks for itself. -Oh, Daphne, I love you, but sometimes you can be so naive.
Sure you're good at the job, but you need a little salesmanship. That's why I'm here.
If you so much as... -Sorry about that.
Suzy got stuck in the laundry chute again. -Oh, poor thing.
How old is she? -What's the difference? After tomorrow, she's not our nanny anymore.
All right, shall we begin, Martin? -Are you kidding? This is my favorite part of the day.
Whenever you're ready, Daphne. -First I like to start with some
simple range-of-motion exercises to warm up the muscles.
Oh, am I on a cloud? 'Cause that's how it feels.
Like I'm on a cloud.
Then some strokes around the flexus smoothing out any knots.
And do you feel any discomfort, Martin? -Discomfort?!
Try disbelief. I don't know how she does it.
You know, physical therapy shouldn't be a pleasure trip. It is challenging,
healing work. You really need to be digging into the muscles there, Daphne. -Yeah, I...
Let me show you.
Ahhhh! That did it, all right. -That's not so bad. I think you've just been pampered a little too long.
That is the sound of progress. Think you can work like this?
Watch me.
You can stop checking the door. Frasier swore he'd never come back here.
Oh, I'm not worried about him. Yes, we do have a pact to boycott Nervosa,
but I only came in here because I saw you sitting alone and I thought you needed company.
Are you ready for some more music?
Oh, fudge. Time to go.
Why don't you like Ben? He's really nice.
He was selling his CDs outside, I got "Abbey Road"...
and the soundtrack from "Grease".
I'm gonna need a little bit of help with this one. ...What about you, sir, what about you?
Can you keep a steady beat for me? -Sorry, no. -What do you think, Nervosa?
Is he the man for the job?
He doesn't really think you mean it. -Go!
If I do this, will you take a break? -Yeah, I love breaks, bloke. He says yes!
Sorry, are you going to stick with that 4/4 tempo? -Yeah, yeah.
Would you call that sort of an andante feeling? -Just shake it, okay?!
Tie me kangaroo down, sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Watch me wallaby feed, mate, watch me wallaby feed.
It's a dangerous breed, mate, watch me wallaby feed.. All together now...
Tie me kangaroo down, sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Let's show 'em!
Niles!
Don't you run, you coward!
I'll be right back.
Oh, by the way, ten dollars is still the best price for "Quadrophenia".
I thought you were Nervosa non grata.
I had no place else to go. -Would you like your usual?
More than you could possibly know.
This is a song I wrote about doing the right thing.
Oh, lord, I'm gonna need that to go. -I think we always know in our hearts,
what the right thing is, but we don't always have the courage to do it.
In my case, I knew this guy,
that was playin' around with a woman.
But what she didn't know was, he already had a girlfriend.
Anyway, I was the only one who knew the facts,
but what was I to do? Tell the guy to back off?
Tell the girl that she was dating a sleaze?
So I thought, and I thought...
and here's what I done.
Oh, what a drag, I broke a string. Anyway, I'll be back in a mo'.
Excuse me, excuse me. -What? -What happened?
What? -In the song, what happened? -I have to think all the way through it.
Uh, "I knew a guy who had the wandering eye..." -Yes, we know that part. What next?
"He met a lady, he told her a lie..." -Right, and then? -Chorus.
Repeat chorus.
Yes, yes, but the end. How did it end?
"San Antonia Blues!"
I said I'm coming!
Frasier. What can I do for you? -Avery, we need to talk.
I'm a little busy at the moment. -I'm sorry, it can't wait. I know about you and Julia Wilcox.
I have no idea what you're... -Oh, stop that! You are a married man.
I realize this may be fun and games to you, but she could get hurt.
This is really not a good time. -And why the hell not? -Because I'm in the closet!
I had no idea. I didn't mean for you to overhear... -What?
That Avery is married? I already know.
You do? -We're having an affair, you idiot.
Well, I'm sorry.
I thought I was helping you. -Are you finished helping yet? -Yes, as a matter of fact I am.
I'm also finished thinking that you and I owe each other the loyalty
of professional kinship. From this day forward we are merely coworkers, cut and dry.
And as for you, I am deducting my mileage here
as a business expense.
Unbelievable.
Are you all right? -Yeah, yeah. He was just trying to help,
...in his own heavy-handed way.
He was always trying to be the hero.
You know, one night back at Oxford, he crawled out onto a ledge
to rescue what turned out to be a gargoyle.
Ah, it's my wife. Excuse me.
Hello?.. Hello, darling.
Well, I miss you too.
...Ah, not long.
When does the alleged music start? -It doesn't. Ben quit.
Really? Why? -Ask him yourself.
Well, well.
That's quite a sharp looking three-piece cage. What happened?
Well you know, I don't really know. Some little blonde doxy came in here
and hooked me up with a job at the Pelham Bay Bank.
Have you got my check, old man? -In the back.
Do you want that for here or to go? -For here.
I'm staying.
Congratulations, Frasier.
You got your cafe back.
Whatever.
Say, Julia, wait.
Didn't you used to be on the board of the Pelham Bay Bank?
You want to know my bio? Go to my website.
(Based on Croatian subtitles by and the transcript from twiztv.com. Synced by Jim_diGriz)