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Quite a night, huh, Norm?
- Yep. - Yeah.
Still can't believe old Sammy wants to be a dad.
Yep.
Now, he's gotta be real careful about choosing a mother.
A lot of things to consider.
Like, for example, how the genes match up.
Yeah.
I wish my parents had given that a little bit more thought.
And, you know,
maybe I'd be able to jump a little higher, run a little faster.
You know that the jumping gene in my ma,
let's call it the "J" gene,
it's recessive.
You know, so, if my ma had gotten matched up
with a guy with a dominant jumpin' gene,
you know, let's say, like...
Carl Lewis.
Well...
I'm telling you, Norm,
could have been a whole different playground
for little Cliff ie Lewis.
Cliff ie, I hate to interrupt, but we're here.
Normie, how come you always drop me off
at least six blocks away from my house?
Well, this time, it's a mile.
Get out.
Previously, on Cheers...
No more Rebecca the jerk,
no more Rebecca the go on ball,
Rebecca the loser.
Rebecca the mother.
I'm gonna have a brand new human baby.
I can't wait!
You know, a new life,
a new life that depends completely on me.
Can you believe it? I forgot my coat.
Look at me, just so excited about this.
I don't know. I'm gonna be a mommy.
Oh! I'm gonna be a mommy.
- Rebecca. Honey, honey. - What, Sam?
Are you sure you're ready for this?
Well, don't I look ready?
Okay, maybe I'm thrown off by the coat rack.
Oh, I hate it when I do that.
Oh, here.
Well, you think we're ready, don't you?
I mean, you don't think that we're rushing this, do you?
You need a little time to think it over?
Sweetheart, sweetheart. Come on. Turn around.
I think we're both very excited by this.
You want to be a mommy, right? And I want to be a daddy.
I think that the decision has been made here.
Sam, just give it a yank.
Are you hurt?
No, no. I'm fine.
Okay. What do you think? Do you want to give it till tomorrow?
Please?
Hey, everybody. Guess what? My buddy just bowled a 300!
Hey, great. Like anybody cares, huh?
A round of drinks on me.
All right! Way to roll that melon, buddy!
Here you go. Here you go, bud.
Oh, sorry, missy.
What for?
You think I won't enjoy a cigar because I'm a woman?
I'll save it for the George Sand Film Festival.
You see, what you don't understand
is that my wife just made a very funny literary reference
to a woman that used to dress as a man and lived in France.
Was he a bowler?
Sure. What the hell.
Hey, why don't you have the smokers sitting in the smoking section?
Of course. Where's my head?
Probably in the pumpkin patch wondering when the mix-up occurred.
Sammy, we have a smoking section?
- Yeah, over by the piano. - We have a piano?
I got to turn my head more.
Hi, Sam.
Hi. Sorry about last night.
Oh, no. Don't worry about it. You feeling better?
- You didn't bruise, did you? - Sweetheart, it's not a peach.
So, do you still want to be a mommy?
You still want to be a daddy?
- I do if you do. - I do.
Great. Alright. I'll be right back.
Hold it. Wait, wait.
- We have to sit a second. - What?
Look...
I don't want this to be that we just do it.
I want this to be special.
I mean, what's gonna happen when our child asks us
about the night we conceived? What are we gonna say?
How about "Mind your own business"?
Sam, be serious.
I know, I know.
Let's do something
that you have never done before with a woman.
All right, all right.
Okay, okay. Let's do something that you've only done once.
Okay, all right. That... that...
Let's just have a nice, simple, romantic evening.
All right. Now, that I can do. That I can do. I tell you what.
- You got a fireplace, right? - Yeah.
Well, there you go. It's a perfect evening.
Dinner, fire, a little jiffy-pop.
- Sam, don't be crass. - No, no, no.
I was talking about popcorn.
Okay. That was funny. No, you got a date.
All right. Wait a second.
Woody, we're out of here. You're in charge of the bar.
Why bother, Sam?
Whenever you put me in charge, nobody ever listens to me.
I just get laughed at and get drinks poured over my head.
Anyone does that to you, you just sic Carla on them.
I'm talking about Carla.
All right, listen up, everybody.
Whenever Rebecca and I aren't in the bar,
Woody's in charge.
Is that better?
Kind of. At least it's not a margarita. Those get salt in my eyes.
Listen, I'm out of here, guys.
I'll be back in a couple hours, depending on how things go.
Where you going, Sam?
It's kind of personal, Norm.
All right, let's go.
- Let me get that for you. - Okay.
Here we go.
Looks like Sammy's acting kind of weird, huh?
Yeah.
Can't you beer-butts figure it out?
Sam's been searching for weeks
to find the perfect woman to have his baby.
Obviously, he's given up and asked Rebecca.
No way.
Something that big, Sammy would have told us.
Why do you assume the rest of the world
lives by your outdated code of male bonding?
Do you think every man goes around telling his buddies
when he decides to sire an offspring?
Frasier did.
Anyhoo...
Woody, can you do something about that smoke?
Don't worry, Mr. Clavin. I'll take care of it.
Excuse me, sir. My name is Woody Boyd,
and I'm kind of in charge here tonight.
Well, my friend over there is kind of bothered by your smoke.
And so, I was hoping you'd move to the back of the smoking section.
I think that would really be the considerate thing to do.
Well, you can tell your friend this...
So, Woody, what did he say?
Wow, I'm impressed.
Where did you learn how to cook?
When I was a kid, my mom thought
that all boys should do a little bit of cooking.
- I never knew that. - Oh, yeah. I have a sensitive side.
As a matter of fact, why don't we put on some music
and see how long it takes you to find it.
Where do you keep your Johnny Mathis?
I don't think I have any.
Oh. Well, who needs music?
Allow me.
Look at me
I didn't know you could sing that high.
I couldn't before the coat rack.
What?
Nothing. I'm just nervous.
Oh, come on. There's nothing to be nervous about.
Oh, no. I mean, we're just going to make
the biggest decision of our lives.
I mean, don't you think that's a little bit scary?
Come on, you can't pressure yourself like that.
I mean, once we do this, there's no turning back.
No, no. Come on.
That's just the thing you can't think about here.
"After tonight, everything will be different for life."
Or "I may have done this a million times, but...
...this is the one that counts."
I mean, you start doing that,
and you're not gonna be able to do it.
Sam, you're not thinking about it, are you?
No, no. Don't be silly.
Oh, you're right, Sam.
Let's just go for it.
- Right now? - It's now or never, Sam.
Let's make a baby.
No, but right now?
- What's the matter? - Nothing's the matter. Don't be silly.
Nothing's the matter. It's just that...
Not everything's right, right now.
We don't have Johnny Mathis. Yeah, that's it.
Tell you what. Why don't I...
Why don't I go to the record store?
- I'll be right back. - No, Sam!
If we're gonna make a baby, I'm gonna need my Johnny.
What's wrong, Sam?
Sam, what is it?
I...
- I... I... - What... what?
Is it an accident? A fire?
Do you want us to follow you?
Sam. Look, just pull yourself together
and tell me what it is.
I...
...can't.
Yes, you can.
Look, just organize your thoughts, form the words, and tell me.
- I can't. - Sam, if you want me to help you,
You're going to have to tell me what the problem is.
- I am. - Well then, what is it?
I can't.
You can't what?
Oh, dear Lord.
Am I to assume that Sam Malone is unable to...
You got to help me, man.
All right, Sam. Let's... Let's examine this problem.
Okay.
What is the difference between this experience
and the thousands of times that have gone before?
All right, well...
It was with Rebecca.
Well, you've been intimate with Rebecca before.
Yeah, no, that...
It's not sex. I mean, we want to have a baby.
We... what we're trying to do
is wholesome and natural and beautiful,
and it's turning me off.
Sam,
your whole life has been a string of meaningless,
albeit enjoyable, sexual encounters.
Now, for the first time, you're engaging in a meaningful, productive pursuit.
You see, it's a common conflict between what we call recreational sex
and procreational sex.
- What? - Dirty sex and clean sex.
Now, it is this conflict that is making you unable to function.
Oh. Oh, yeah. That's good.
All right. Oh, geez.
Boy, for a minute, I thought maybe there was something wrong
with the seal on my microwave.
Now, Sam...
What you're going to have to do is...
...keep your mind...
...thinking of dirty things.
You see what I mean?
It's like, skip everything about a baby.
Forget that Rebecca's going to be a mother
or that you're going to be a father.
Instead, concentrate on the heat, the passion you generate.
Trick your body into thinking of this
as just another tawdry one-night stand.
Come with me.
You can do it, Sam.
You have to. You owe it to men everywhere.
Yeah, all right. Think heat.
Think heat. Think heat.
Not yet. Not yet.
Hey, Woodrot, what's with the cigar party back there?
Well, the smoking section wasn't big enough,
so exercising my powers as manager,
I moved everybody back into the pool room.
Yeah, well, if you'd exercise your brain, you'd realize there are no vents,
and the windows are painted shut.
It's like Clavin in the middle of July back there.
Well, what do you expect?
There's no vents, and the windows are painted shut.
Don't worry, Carla. I've installed a fan.
All I got to do is some simple wiring.
Cheers.
It's nice to see Woody in charge, huh?
Seems like only yesterday
he couldn't find his way around the barn
and he got lost in the storeroom.
That was yesterday.
Phone call for you, chalk face.
Thank you...
...Velcro Top.
I've been waiting to use that.
Hello.
- Lilith. - Yes?
Has Sam been there?
He was, but he just left.
Did he say anything?
Not to me. Why?
Can I trust you?
Of course you can trust me. I'm a professional.
If you have a problem,
I'm more than equipped to help you work through it
in a rational manner.
Woody, two beers.
Shut up. This is juicy.
I'm sorry. Please continue.
You know, Sam and I are trying to have a baby.
All right, tonight when we were...
Just when things got all, you know, heated and involved,
well, he left for no apparent reason.
I mean, I don't think Sam was turned on.
Oh, my God. The seventh sign.
Lilith, what am I doing wrong?
Am I not hot enough? Am I not sexy enough?
Actually, Rebecca, perhaps you're too sexy.
What do you mean?
And thank you.
Well, Sam is the type of person
for whom sex has always been down and dirty.
Now that he's trying to father a child,
dirty sex is the furthest thing from his mind.
He wants it clean.
So, what do I do?
Well, don't act hot and sexy, that's for sure.
Just keep reminding him that he's making a baby.
The evening should be sacred and holy.
That'll get his engine running.
I got it, Lilith. Thank you so much.
All right.
Who was that on the phone, dear?
I was just counseling Rebecca.
And I was counseling Sam.
Recreational versus procreational sex?
Exactly. They're so lucky to have us.
Woody! I can't breathe in here.
When are you gonna turn on that stupid fan?
Oh, it's all ready to go. All I got to do is throw a switch.
Woody!
Woody! Woody!
Turn it off!
Woody!
Honey? Oh, thank God You're still here.
I'm sorry I ran out like that.
Oh, Sam, don't say another word. Everything's going to be just fine.
Oh, yeah. Oh, this is hot.
With heat like this, you'll fertilize my egg in no time.
Yeah... Anyway...
Listen, you are looking so sexy tonight.
Yeah,
cause I'm about to grow your child inside my womb.
Hot cha, hot cha, hot cha.
And then I'll give birth to a new life, and you'll be there to cut that cord.
Are you going to be talking like this all night?
You ain't heard nothin' yet, oh, giver of life.
Giver of life? Excuse me just a second, okay, hon?
I got to just...
What's going on in there, daddy?
I'll be right out, mommy.
I mean mama.
- Hello? - Norm?
- Yeah. - What are you doing there, man?
Where's Woody?
He's otherwise engaged.
Well, Norm, let me talk to Frasier, will you?
Yeah. Fras.
It's Sammy.
What is it, Sam?
Listen, this isn't working, man.
I'm thinking hot, and all she keeps doing
is talking about mothering stuff.
You must keep it hot, Sam. Trust me.
I'm trying. I'm trying.
Sam, where are you now?
I'm in the kitchen, but don't worry.
She can't hear me. I'm running the water here.
You can do that?
Whenever I hear water running,
it gives me the urge to go to the bathroom.
Well, thanks a lot, man.
In fact, just hearing it now over the phone...
Lilith, would you?
Frasier!
Sam?
Lilith.
Is everything all right?
Yeah, sure. No, it's fine.
Let me talk to Rebecca.
All right. Okay. Hold on a second, will you?
Yeah, it's for you. It's Lilith. Excuse me.
- Lilith? - Yes.
It's not working.
I have done everything you told me to do,
and he still has a problem.
Sounds to me like you're still being too sexy.
Well, I don't know how...
You know, you are so kind.
Redouble your efforts.
You must remain wholesome, no matter what. Trust me.
- I'll do my best. - All right.
That's it. No more talking.
Just down and dirty from here on out.
God, Sam.
As long as we're down here on our knees...
Yes? Yes?
I think we ought to take this chance to thank God
for the great gift he's about to give us.
Oh, that's it. I give up.
What's the matter?
How do you expect me to get in the mood
when you're talking about babies and cords and God and stuff?
Well, I thought that's what you wanted to hear.
Well, where'd you get that idea?
- Lilith. - Lilith?
You talked to Lilith about us? Come on.
I thought this was just supposed to be between you and me.
I can't believe you shared this with somebody else.
Besides, Frasier said we're supposed to act hot!
Sam, if you were having a problem, why didn't you just tell me?
Well, no, wait, wait. Who said I was having a problem?
Weren't you?
Maybe.
Sam...
You could have done both of us a favor
if you'd just told me what I was doing wrong.
No, oh, come on. You weren't doing anything wrong.
It wasn't you, it was me.
I mean, I've had sex millions of times, but it's never had a purpose before.
No, that's not true. It had a purpose, but...
It didn't have a goal.
No, it had a goal. It's just... It's complicated.
Sam, Sam, look, you don't have to explain.
I just wish you'd been able to talk to me. That's all.
Yeah, you're probably right.
I mean, if we can't talk to each other,
what kind of parents are we going to make?
Not very good ones.
Sam, maybe we're not ready for this.
Maybe.
Shoot.
- Well, I guess I better go, huh? - Okay.
Are you sure you're okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?
Oh, yeah.
I'm as helpless
As a kitten up a tree
How about that? Johnny Mathis.
Say, I don't suppose your neighbor's single, huh?
Yes, he is.
I get misty
Bye-bye.
Just holding your hand
Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play
Or it might be the sound of...
Oh, baby.
Would you stop saying that?!