Cheers is filmed before a live studio audience.
Hey, guys, I brought in some leftover birthday cake from the party.
I thought you might like to share it.
Whose birthday, one of your kids'?
Yeah, right. You see a file in it?
Today happens to be Elvis Presley's birthday.
Celebrating the birthday of a dead guy? That's kind of ghoulish, isn't it?
Don't know how you could stomach something like that.
Double mocha chocolate fudge.
Long live the King.
Those of us who keep the faith, believe that on this day
he's gonna make his presence known.
Yeah? How's he gonna do that?
It could be anything, a song on the radio,
a whisper in the wind, just something that unmistakably says "Elvis."
The early Elvis.
Good afternoon, Miss Tortelli.
Oh, Hill. What, are you on an ugly break?
Oh, my. Somebody certainly got up on the wrong side of town this morning.
What's the matter, Hill, your scalp on too tight?
Very funny.
Free this evening?
Just get it through your hairy ears...
Whatever happened between us was strictly a seven-night stand.
You're forgetting...
All right. Seven nights, two lunch breaks, and a bus ride.
I love slumming with you.
Well, just forget it.
Today is Elvis' birthday, and I'm not interested.
Get out of here.
Okay, but if you change your mind, you know where you can get me.
Good Lord, do you know where to get me.
Woof!
- I can't believe that. - What is it, Sam?
Oh... Tony, my hair stylist, was making a left on Boylston
and this bus cut him off.
Car jumped the curb, and he slammed through this hot dog stand
and ended up in the middle of the pond in the public gardens.
He's at the hospital now with two broken legs.
He's got to cancel my hair appointment.
I hate it when stuff like that happens to me.
Greetings, all. I have a brief announcement.
You may recall last year I brought in my dysfunctional men's group.
Well, unfortunately, my low self-esteem group heard about it,
and now they think they're not good enough.
So you're bringing them here?
Well, I'd like the group to get used to a normal,
healthy social environment.
So you're bringing them here?
Look, all I'm asking, guys,
is that you treat them as if they were at home.
They've all been wounded and they're vulnerable,
and well, the truth is,
you'll never find a sadder group of people.
Oh, yeah? How about the Donner party?
They got lost in the mountains and had to watch their limbs freeze off
while they ate each other.
Well, you caught me.
Cannibalism is sadder than low self-esteem.
Carla, what's the date?
Don't you know?
Rebecca, on this date in 1935, Elvis Aaron Presley was born.
A man who was destined to change the shape of popular music,
a man who captured the hearts of America,
a man who, through his music...
Can I have my drink?
...taught us all the meaning of love.
Listen, I have a question for you, Tony.
Are your arms broken as well, or is it just the legs?
Just the legs are shattered.
All right.
Tony, maybe if I showed up there with some scissors,
I could lean over the bed, and you... Tony?
Tony, don't pass out on me, man.
Hello? Who's this?
You're his nurse?
Oh, great.
Listen, honey, do you cut hair by any chance?
Hello? Shoot.
Damn it. I hate this.
I can hear the little hairs scrape along my collar.
Can you hear that, or is that just me?
Hey, Sam, why don't you let me cut your hair?
That's cute, man. That's very funny.
Took my mind off my hair there for a minute.
Sam, I'm serious. I'm pretty good at it.
I cut Dr. Crane's hair once.
Yes, he did, and I must say he did an excellent job.
I don't know, Woody. I don't know. That's...
Sam, look... all right.
Let me just trim the back, just to get it off the collar
so you don't have to listen to it.
So we don't have to listen to it.
All right. Just the back, though.
This is what we're going to need...
Sterile tungsten steel scissors, English bone comb, 36-39 tines,
and a conditioner with a pro vitamin B-5 keratin complex.
You got that?
And this little tool of the trade.
Take the bowl off the head.
Sam, it's just a little barber humor.
Come on. It's like, all right...
What do you say to someone who just had their ears lowered?
Oh, darn. I blew the joke. All right...
Step down.
Hi.
Wouldn't you know it?
It's always the one that talks big in the office.
Oh, that's right. That's his ride.
Well, all right, the rest of you, mingle.
No, no, boys. What we're doing here is huddling.
You do know the difference between huddling and mingling.
Yes. Yeah. That's right, Lester.
- Frasier, I didn't quite catch that. - Truth be told, neither did I.
I haven't understood a thing the poor sap's said in years.
Frasier, I must restate my objection to your bringing them here.
As I've said previously, this is an extremely risky
and somewhat frivolous experiment which could have negative repercussions.
Oh, Wilma, loosen up the bone a little.
This is an uncontrolled environment which could easily get out of hand.
And who's this Wilma?
You sure you know what you're doing?
I think so.
Oh, was that some of your barber humor?
Come on, lighten up, Sam.
Sam, where's your sense of humor, man?
Airplane ride?
- Hey, don't do that. - Round trip?
So, you from around here?
Woody, just get to it, will you, please?
Hey, suit yourself. Same price.
It's all right, Sam. Sit down.
So, you're the guys with low self-esteem, huh?
Yeah, well, luckily I don't have that problem.
But then again, how could I? What with a cerebral cortex
that's eight percent larger than the average human's.
Don't look. You can't tell.
Excuse me. Do you wear that mailman uniform every day?
Yes, I do, and proudly.
Do you live with your mother?
Well... yeah.
Yeah.
Hey, guys, it's Mr. X.
Gentlemen, let me show you the poolroom.
Quickly.
That's the guy.
Come along.
And that must be Mr. X's fat friend, Mr. Y,
at the end of the bar.
Oops.
What do you mean "oops'? What's going on back there?
Oh, nothing, Sam.
Say, when you came in, did you have gum in your hair?
No. Why?
No reason. I'm just trying to pass the time of day.
Damn it, Woody. You got gum in my hair, didn't you?
No, no. Here.
There.
Out.
What's it look like?
It's got a lot of hair in it.
Give me that other mirror.
Give me the other mirror, Woody!
Woody!
Want to go over and say hi? Make 'em feel more at home?
Those guys are wrapped up pretty tight.
Who knows how loony they could get. They might be dangerous.
They might buy us a beer.
I'll do anything to promote mental health.
So, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod...
I know they're alive. I can hear them breathing.
Rebecca, give us a pitcher, will you?
So, what are we talking about here?
I'm sorry, Dr. Crane. We're kinda making fun of somebody.
Oh, no need to be sorry. It's a perfectly healthy sign.
It means that you're interacting,
that you're feeling better about yourselves.
So what were you saying about this poor sap?
That he's a pompous fool.
Oh, Cliff is just trying to fit in.
Hey, we weren't talking about Cliff.
We were talking about you, egghead.
Me?
Yeah. Remember the time Frase fell asleep
and we put his hand in that warm glass of water?
That's the first time I ever saw that work.
Okay, we can stop this now.
Remember that time Carla put the green marble in his martini glass?
Carla did that? I broke a crown.
How about the time he leaned over his mai tai
and poked his eye with the umbrella?
There's nothing amusing about corneal abrasion.
How about the time in group when he leaned back in his chair
to make a dramatic gesture,
and he got stuck in the venetian blinds?
- Now, that's funny. - No, it's not.
Did you hear that? He said, "No, it's snot."
This is not therapy. This is just childish abuse.
We put an end to it right here. This session is over right now.
Remember, it's a fee and a half
because it's a field trip.
Gee, maybe we should go apologize to him.
He's charging you a fee and a half, and you want to apologize?
What should we do?
- Pants him. - There you go.
- Yeah! Let's pants him! - Let's go for it!
Pants him! Pants him!
Hey, Sam.
Sam, I hope you're not still mad at me about that haircut thing.
Nice hat, by the way.
My cousin Elmore had a hunting cap just like that.
Course he decorated it with deer antlers.
Big mistake.
Sam, why aren't you talking to me?
Sam.
Woody, I think he's ignoring you.
Is that true, Sam?
You know, for a minute there, I thought I heard something.
The little tiny voice of a nothing jerk bartender.
Me?
I think I was wrong.
I think it was a tiny little, insignificant bug.
Well, that's very funny, Sam,
but it's not a tiny little insignificant bug.
It's your assistant bartender, good old Woody.
I think I got it.
I can't believe it.
I'm being shunned.
Just like back in Hanover.
Just like with the Amish.
Wood, who shunned you back in Hanover?
The Amish. Weren't you here for this part?
Please, miss, can I just have my beer?
All right. I'm gonna give you one last chance, and this is a gimme.
What was the year of Elvis' big comeback special?
- '72. - You're pathetic.
Hey, I paid for that beer.
Then I guess you just should've studied, huh?
I hope we weren't too hard on Frase.
Being ridiculed in here's one thing,
but out in public, that's got to be humiliating.
I know what you're saying.
You know, when I was a kid, I was the first one in my class to,
you know, develop breasts.
They teased me the whole year.
Oh, yeah. Me, too.
Yeah, I took my fair share of ribbing back in Hanover.
Little Einstein they called me.
Mr. Smarty-Pants.
Brainiac.
Yep. I've heard them all.
Before I die, I got to see that town.
So what about you, Cliff?
Sorry. I can't help you.
Happy childhood. Well-adjusted, well-liked.
Class valedictorian.
I'd show you my yearbook, but Ma apparently thought
some of the inscriptions were off-color, so she made me eat it.
Nope. No problems here.
Hey, Frase.
Don't "Hey, Frase" me. After the way you people behaved today,
you're lucky I am even speaking to you.
How dare you treat me like that in front of my patients!
I've been your friend, your confidant, your unpaid therapist for years.
And how do you show your gratitude?
By humiliating me, by making me a laughingstock.
Come on, Frase. Those guys were scared stiff of you.
That's why they weren't getting anywhere.
They were just trying to bring you down a peg.
Yeah, come on, Frase.
You got to admit sometimes you get up on that high horse of yours...
High horse? Well, I never.
Oh, God. Lilith was right. Bringing those patients here
was the worst thing I've ever done in my life.
This entire affair has been an unmitigated disaster.
Hey, look. There's Dr. Crane.
Dr. Crane, we figured out what you were doing today, and...
...thanks.
I beg your pardon?
You were letting us do all that stuff to you
just so we could feel better about ourselves.
What a guy.
You know, you really got to care to go that far.
How about that?
They have figured it out.
This is the best group we ever had.
- Dr. Crane, you're a genius. - I wouldn't really say "genius."
That is what you said, isn't it?
Gentlemen, good night.
Good night. Thank you, Dr. Crane.
You've all made wonderful progress today.
Thank you very much, Dr. Crane. Thank you.
You know, maybe in a hundred years, they'll be able to walk through a mall.
Bye.
So...
You've all caught a little glimpse in the life of Frasier Crane...
MD...
PhD.
Try not to think of me any differently now that you've witnessed my unique gift.
Although I wasn't completely aware of it,
I intuited what those men needed,
and I gave it to them freely and of myself,
for I am a healer.
That is what I do.
And we are pantsers.
That is what we do.
Oh, no. No, fellas. Not again. No, no!
These are new pants!
Sam, I've really enjoyed the way
you've been pretending I'm a bug and everything,
but I'm not a bug. I'm Woody.
Sam, where I come from, we have a saying...
"An eye for an eye."
The point being, of course, you're supposed
to shave my head, not shave out my eye.
Oh, man.
This is stupid. I don't want to cut your hair.
- You don't? - No.
You forgive me?
Yeah. Let's just forget about the whole thing, all right?
That is real noble, Sam.
I mean, here I wrecked your hair, your beautiful, beautiful hair...
The one thing you care most about in the whole world,
and yet you're willing to forgive me.
I mean, every time you look in the mirror,
you're gonna be reminded of what I did to you,
and yet you say it's okay.
I've never liked you more than I do right now, Sam.
Ridiculous haircut and all.
Woody, come into the office with me just for a second.
- Sure. Why? - No reason.
Carla, it's almost midnight. Any sign?
Not one blue suede shoe.
I guess Elvis has disappointed me again.
Well, I'm sure the King had a lot of other people
to visit around the world.
Yeah, well, he isn't showing up here or anywhere else tonight.
I have flowers for a Miss Tortelli.
That's me.
- Here you go. - Oh, thanks.
"Carla, I wonder if you're lonesome tonight. The King."
Oh, my God.
I knew it.
I knew he'd come through. I knew he wouldn't let me down.
But just a minute ago, you started to doubt...
I did not doubt. I never doubted.
I'm going home, Becs.
I'm going home. I'm gonna stay up all night.
I'm gonna listen to every record Elvis ever made, even "In the Ghetto."
Miss Howe, did Miss Tortelli get the flowers?
Yes, she did. In fact, she just ran up the stairs.
Did you send those?
Yes, I did, but those were just for starters.
This will really push her over the edge.
Woody, what was that buzzing?
Sam. The razor.
Well, your hair looks the same.
It's the only hair I have left.