Party, Party Written by David Llyod
Directed by Jeff Melman
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Production Code: 5.23
Original Airdate on NBC: 19th May 1998
Transcript written on 13th June 2000
Transcript revised on 5th June 2001
Transcript {david langley}
Act 1
Scene 1 - Cafe Nervosa
[Fade in. A woman (Tricia) is waiting at a table. Frasier comes
rushing in.]
Frasier: Tricia...I am so very sorry. Have you been waiting long?
Tricia: Well, let's see: we were supposed to meet at noon and it's
now quarter to one.
Frasier: Well, I do apologize, it's just that the most extraordinary
thing happened.
Tricia: Well, at least I'll get a colorful anecdote out of this.
What was it?
Frasier: My watch stopped.
Tricia: [rising] I gotta go.
Frasier: No, no, no, no. That really is extraordinary. You see,
it's a very fine Swiss timepiece, it only loses a minute
per decade.
Tricia: And you've had it for what? Four hundred and fifty years?
I'm sorry Frasier, I have an appointment at one.
Frasier: No, no, no, please, please, let me have another chance. I
so enjoyed meeting you last night, I'd love to get to know
you better.
Tricia: Well, I suppose even Swiss watches sometimes stop.
Frasier: You'd be amazed how much fondue gets overcooked that way.
[They laugh.] Listen, how about lunch tomorrow? I know
the maitre d' over at the Le Petite Bistro, he'll give us
the best table in the house. Please?
Tricia: Well, OK. I'll meet you there at one. That's when the
little hand is on the one...
Frasier: Yes, yes, I know, I know. [as she leaves] See you then.
[Niles walks over with his coffee cup and dusts off the seat.]
Niles: Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, Niles.
Niles: Thank god you have room. I just spent ten stupefying
minutes sharing a table with a taxidermist. I swear, he
doesn't have to stuff his trophies, he can just bore them
stiff. Who was that woman?
Frasier: Actually, a young woman I met during intermission at the
opera last night. I swear, Niles, it was remarkable. Our
hands touched, there was a spark. After ten minutes of
conversation, I knew I had to know this young woman better.
Ever experience that sort of thing?
Niles: Actually, yes, I do know a thing or two about the spark of
attraction.
Frasier: [to waiter] Oh, excuse me, may I have non-fat cappuccino,
please? Well, what am I to deduce, that you've recently
gotten lucky?
Niles: Yes! And here's the kicker: she lives in your building.
Five floors down, Allison Landis.
Frasier: Well, you little sneak. I don't even know the woman. How
did you two meet?
Niles: Well, we were just chatting on the elevator. I walked her
to her car, where it turned out she'd locked her keys
inside. My resourcefulness saved the day...
Frasier: What'd you do, fish them out with a coat hanger?
Niles: No, I called the auto club. Where would I find a coat
hanger? Anyway, she invited me to join her for lunch, we
hit it off. The next night, I took her to dinner, one
thing led to another, and soon, there was no need for
words.
Frasier: Except for your frantically babbled "Thank you's."
Niles: Oh, well. I'm seeing her again tonight, so you'll
understand if I'm a little bit drained during our squash
game. My lovemaking can get slightly athletic.
Frasier: Which is more than can be said for your squash game.
Niles: It's funny - I've been away from the seduction scene so
long I was worried I had started to lose my technique?
Were those fears ever groundless. You know, it's like
French, you can go without speaking it for years, then just
a few hours on the old boulevarde d'amour and you, ah...
[Frasier rises.] Where are you going?
Frasier: To sit with the taxidermist.
[Fade out.]
Scene 2 - Frasier's Apartment
[Fade in. Frasier and Niles come in, wearing athletic clothes.]
Frasier: I can't believe this has happened to me two days in a row!
Niles: Frasier, you had car trouble, it can happen to anyone.
Frasier: I hope she's still sitting at Le Petite Bistro.
Daphne: Oh, she isn't.
Frasier: What?
Daphne: If you're talking about someone named Tricia, she called to
say she was leaving the resturaunt. She also said you were
right about the table: that it was a beautiful table in a
prime location, and that she wished you were laid out dead
on top of it.
Frasier: [dialing] Oh, God. Ah, it's her machine. Hello, Tricia,
it's Frasier. Look, I'm, I'm terribly sorry but it's just
my car battery went dead at a light, and I didn't have my
cell phone with me. By the time I got a jump I realized I
couldn't go directly to the restauraunt because I was wearing
these ridiculous shorts, and I, I know how this sounds, but
it's the truth! Here, just ask my brother. [He holds the
phone out to Niles.]
Niles: They're ridiculous shorts.
Frasier: Anyway, please give me one more chance. I'll go anywhere,
anytime, just, uh, give me a call. Please. [he
disconnects]
Niles: May I have the phone?
Frasier: [handing it over] Of course. God, I had such high hopes
for this young woman, now I've gone and blown it twice.
Whom are you calling?
Niles: [dialling] Allison. It's been hours since we spoke.
[into the phone, in a risqué voice] Hello, there. How ya
feeling? Uh-huh. Me too. [holding his back] Yeah, me too.
Frasier: [grabbing him] Oh for God's sake, take it in my bedroom!
You're makin' the dog twitch!
[Martin enters.]
Martin: Frasier, you're gonna be so excited when you hear what I
got planned for your birthday!
Frasier: Oh, Dad, please, I thought I said I didn't want any fuss
this year.
Martin: Well, get ready to change your mind, 'cause I scored
tickets, Friday night, to the best show in town. [He takes
two tickets out of his pocket and holds them up.]
Frasier: Chimps on Ice? Oh, my.
Martin: Yeah, now I know this doesn't sound like your cup of tea,
but trust me on this. Duke saw this last week and he
busted a gut.
Frasier: Well, Dad...
Martin: [grabbing his coat] And mind you, he even saw it with the
understudy.
Frasier: Dad, look, you know, I really don't feel like going out on
my birthday this year.
Martin: Oh, are you sure?
Frasier: Yes, I actually had made plans already. I was gonna stay
in and watch television. The opera is mounting a new
production of "Cosi van Tutti."
Martin: Oh, well no wonder then. OK, but you're missing a real
treat. Duke said in the finalé, the whole cast skates to
the top of this ramp, then Splat! right into a tank of
whipped cream. Bet they don't do that at your opera.
Frasier: No. And Mozart's still kicking himself.
Martin: Come on boy. [He leaves with Eddie.]
Niles: [coming back] Frasier? Are you familiar with the Safari
Club?
Frasier: Of course I'm familiar with them. Their yearly expeditions
are remarkable.
Niles: They're more than remarkable! They're the stuff of legend.
Last year, they made camp at the base of Mount Everest,
then had their servants climb it while they held a wine
tasting.
Frasier: So why are you telling me this?
Niles: Because, Allison is a member. This Friday night, they're
having a black tie reception at her place downstairs, and
we're invited!
Frasier: That's incredible! Oh my goodness!
Niles: Consider it your birthday present.
Frasier: Oh, thank you! Thank you so much. But wait, gee, I told
Dad I was gonna stay home that night. You mustn't tell him
about this.
Niles: Oh, don't worry. He'll never suspect. I told him
yesterday I was going to be away for the weekend.
Frasier: Great. Perfect. But wait a minute: you knew about this
yesterday?
Niles: Uh, no. But I knew about Chimps on Ice.
[He leaves. Fade out.]
Scene 3 - The Fourteenth Floor Hallway
HAVE YOU TRIED THE
CAPE BUFFALO SALAD?
[Fade in. Niles and Frasier exit the elevator in tuxedos.]
Niles: I am so looking forward to this. I understand one of the
members is going to show an old film he made of the rare
and endangered species found only in the rain forest.
Maris would have loved it. [He rings the doorbell.]
Frasier: Oh, why so?
Niles: She had shoes made from almost all of them.
[The door opens and a woman in an eveing gown comes out.]
Niles: Allison. [He hugs her.]
Allison: Niles. And this must be Frasier.
Frasier: Hello.
Allison: Come in, both of you. There are lots of people I'd like
you to meet.
[Cut to the interior of her apartment. A lavish banquet is set out.]
Allison: The bar is over there, and the hors d'oeuvres are over here.
We have some fascinating delicacies actually bagged by our
own members. This is ostrich, that's wildebeest, and
that's springbok.
Frasier: You know, I can never remember which... Is it "Fall ahead,
Springbok" or vice versa? [They laugh, Frasier's cell
phone starts ringing.] Oh, oh good heavens, I forgot I had
this on me.
Allison: Don't apologize. I do it myself. Even in the veldt, one
must keep in touch with one's broker. Here, you can have
privacy in the study.
Frasier: [moving off] Thank you. Hello?
Niles: You look ravishing.
Allison: Thank you, but listen, I think you and I should be very
discreet tonight.
Niles: Oh, I'm a psychiatrist. If I can't be discreet, it don't
rain in Tanganyika. [N.B. Modern-day Tanzania]
Allison: Good. After all, if in the near future you should happen
to be up for membership in our little club, I want to
appear completely objective when I sing your praises.
Niles: My ears are already burning.
[Frasier comes out of the study.]
Niles: Frasier! We're being considered for membership. Allison
as much as said it. We must do everything in our power to
show them how enthusiastic we are.
Frasier: I have to leave.
Niles: What?!
Frasier: Niles, that was Tricia on the phone. She's going out of
town tonight for a month. But if I swing by, pick her up
at her place, pick her up, we can at least join each other
for a drink.
[He moves to leave. Niles stops him.]
Niles: Are you insane? This is the Safari Club. These are the
people who introduced badminton to Devil's Island.
Frasier: I don't care! It was kismet when I met this young woman,
I'm not giving up an opportunity to see her!
Niles: But, to leave two minutes after you arrived, you're going
to ruin both our chances!
Frasier: All right, I'll make a proper excuse. Excuse me, Allison?
I'm terribly sorry, it seems I'm coming down with a touch
of something, I'm going to have to leave.
Allison: You poor man. If you feel better, please do come back
down. We'll be here all evening.
Frasier: Thank you, but I, I don't really see that there's much
hope.
[He leaves. Cut to the hallway outside Frasier's apartment. The
elevator opens.]
Frasier: Yes, I'm just stopping by my place to pick up my keys, I
will see you in ten minutes. And Tricia? I can't wait.
OK, bye.
[He goes into the apartment, grabs his keys, and suddenly the lights
come up on a crowd.]
Crowd: Surprise!
[Frasier is stunned. Fade out.]
Act 2
Scene 1 - Frasier's Apartment
[Fade in on the same scene.]
Martin: You didn't think we were gonna let you stay home alone on
your birthday, did ya? Look at his face! He can't believe
it.
Frasier: No, I certainly can't.
Daphne: Well, why are you dressed like that?
Frasier: Well, I, I dress like this sometimes when I watch the opera
on television.
Bulldog: Well, that's up there on the dork meter.
Frasier: You know, since I'm not going to be watching the opera,
perhaps I could run out and buy a brand new videotape so I
can record it.
Daphne: We're way ahead of you, Dr. Crane, your father has the VCR
all set up.
Bulldog: Let's get things started! Here you go, Doc. Happy
birthday. [Hands him a brown bag.]
Frasier: [opening it] Oh, well, thank you Bulldog, thank you all.
Oh, well, David Copperfield, Dickens's classic tale of a
young man making his way in the world.
Bulldog: I, uh, think we're talking about different movies, here,
Doc.
Frasier: [looking again] Mmm. "David Cop-a-Feel." Well...
Bulldog: But you were right about the classy tail part. Hey, you
need a brew? I'm headed that way.
Frasier: No, no thanks.
Roz: I'd love a cup of hot tea with lemon.
Bulldog: Hey, I'm fetching, not cooking.
Daphne: It's OK, Roz. There's a kettle of boiling water on the
stove. [She gives a cup to Frasier] Here you are.
Frasier: Yes, well, thank you, Daphne.
Daphne: Now don't be mad with your father. He just wanted to do
something nice for your birthday, after you turned thumbs
down on the skating monkeys.
Martin: Hey, great party huh? Just as long as we've got enough
ice. You got four bags, right?
Daphne: No, I got two.
Martin: Two?! I told you to get four bags!
Daphne: Oh, here we go.
Martin: You never underbudget on the ice. You never know, you
might get a lot more rocks drinkers than you expected. Or
ice chewers.
Frasier: Dad, I can go get some more ice!
Daphne: We don't need more ice! We've got plenty. There's a whole
tub of it.
Frasier: Yes, well, then, excuse me. I need to make a call. [He
goes to the kitchen and dials his cell phone.] Tricia,
Frasier. Look, I've been detained. Yes, I know you
really don't want to know why. Say, you know what? I
think I can find a way to get out of here. Yes, I'll
see you in a few minutes. [He pours the kettle out into
the ice bowl, and calls out to the living room.] Dad. Bad
news, seems your ice is melting awfully fast.
Martin: What?
Frasier: [heading for the door] No worries, I'll get some more.
Roz: [racing ahead of him] No, Frasier, it's your party, I'll
go.
Frasier: No, Roz, I want to go.
Roz: But you just got here.
Frasier: Roz, it's my birthday, I can do whatever I want on my
birthday, I want to go get some ice.
Martin: [hollering from the kitchen] I knew it! I warned her!
It's practically gone!
Frasier: Don't worry, Dad! I'm on it!
Roz: Listen, I'll be glad to go...
Frasier: Roz, I want to go, I know what kind Dad likes!
[He throws her against the powder room door, and rushes out. Fade
out.]
Scene 2 - The Elevator
[Fade in. Frasier is watching the buttons.]
Frasier: No, no, don't stop on fourteen. Just don't stop on
fourteen. No, no! [The doors open on fourteen, Allison is
there.]
Allison: Frasier! I'm delighted you're feeling better. You're just
in time, we're about to start the film. Wait 'til you see
it. [She escorts him inside.] Just grab a chair before
all the good seats are gone.
Niles: What are you doing here?
Frasier: Wishing I had taken the stairs.
[He bumps into a broad-shouldered, barrel-chested man (Karl).]
Karl: If I wanted this martini shaken, I'd have asked the
bartender to do it.
[He stalks off, another guest (Nigel) approaches.]
Nigel: Mustn't mind old "Rhino," always in a vile mood.
Frasier: Rhino?
Nigel: Karl Landis, Allison's husband. They call him "Rhino"
because of his mean temper.
Niles: Husband? Allison's married?
Nigel: Not surprised people don't know. Man's always on safari.
Loves guns. Guns and women. No secret, notorious for it.
Cheats on her constantly. Mark my words, one of these days
she'll pay him back and then rub his bloodthirsty nose in
it. [He wanders off.]
Niles: Here's something interesting: I think I just swallowed my
tounge.
Frasier: Niles, Niles, just be calm, be calm. What's done is done.
You didn't know, and now it's over. As long as you've both
been discreet, there's no need for it to get back to Rhino.
Karl: [loudly, as the whole room falls silent] I don't know what
you're insinuating!
Allison: Oh, don't lie. Everyone knows what goes on in that pup tent.
Well, I can play at that game too. In fact, I already have,
and with somebody right here tonight. How do you like that?
Niles: Frasier, I have to ask a small favor. I need you to create
a distraction while I have a sex change and move to Europe.
Frasier: I'm sorry, Niles, I would love to stay and help, but I've
got to get out of here myself.
Allison: Well, we're ready for the movie. Mind helping me turn out
the lights?
Frasier: Splendid idea! You're going to want it nice and dark in
here, aren't you?
Niles: You should have told me you were married. I have to leave.
Allison: Don't be a fool. If he sees someone sneaking out of here,
that's the first person he'll suspect.
Frasier: All set, and it's showtime.
[The film starts, Frasier sneaks on his hands and knees behind
everybody. Suddenly the projector stops. The lights come up.]
Niles: What happened?
Allison: Did someone pull the plug out?
Frasier: Yep. Here it is! All right, lights out. There you go.
[The film starts up again, the lights go out. Frasier sneaks out the
door. At the sound of it closing, the movies stops and the lights
come up again.]
Karl: What was that?
Niles: Well, someone certainly snuck out of here in a hurry.
Karl: I know what you're all thinking. Now that Allison has seen
fit to air our dirty laundry in public, you assume that was
her lover. But I know it wasn't.
Niles: How?
Karl: Because I can sense that he's still here. In the jungle, I
learned to smell fear, and I smell it now.
[Niles takes a subtle sniff off of his jacket.]
Carl: So, let's see if the swine has the guts to stand up and admit
it before I expose him. What about it, coward? Going to stand
up?
[Niles looks nervous, then steels himself, puts his hand on the back
of the chair, and starts to rise. Before he can, about half a dozen
others of varying age stand up. Niles eases back down.]
Karl: [to Allison] That many? My God, woman, you're as bad as I am.
Come on, ya bastards, join me in a drink.
[The all go off to another room as Niles laughs nervously and sips
his drink.]
[Cut to the hallway. The elevator opens and Frasier gets on, there
are a few people from the station on it, including Noel.]
Noel: Hi, Dr. Crane. We're all just on our way up to your place.
Frasier: Noel. So you are. Hi Tom, Janet, Bill. You know what? I
was just heading down, we're out of ice.
Noel: Oh, not anymore. I brought a twenty-pound bag. Just call
me Noel Shempsky, Party Saver.
[Cut to Frasier's apartment. Everyone is playing charades as Frasier
and the others come in.]
Roz: Time!
Frasier: Here's the ice! Here, Noel, put that in the kitchen, will
you?
Noel: Sure.
Frasier: Come on in, everybody. You know, Dad, I've done the
silliest thing. I went out without my wallet. They gave
me the ice, but I have to go back and pay them.
Roz: No, at least stay and play the last round of charades with
us.
Frasier: Actually, I should be getting back there...
Daphne: You love [pronounced charhade:]charades.
Martin: [pronounced as spelt] Charades.
Daphne: Shut up. Anyway, it's not going to kill them, to wait a
few minutes for their money.
Bulldog: Come on, be on our team. We really suck at this game.
Roz: Noel, you're on our team. The category is famous play
titles. [She takes a slip.]
Noel: I'm a bear at charades.
Martin: Ready? All right, go!
Daphne: Three words.
[Roz makes a vague gesture.]
Daphne: Morning.
Noel: Morning Becomes Electra!
Roz: Yes!
Bulldog: What?
Martin: Four seconds?
[Everyone on Roz's side of the room throws up their hands and does a
victory dance.]
Frasier: Well, well done Roz! Nice playing with you, I'm out of
here.
Roz: Hey, wait a minute. You've got to take a turn.
Frasier: What, really?
Roz: You've got thirty seconds to prepare.
Frasier: Oh, all right. Maybe I'll just...prepare in the kitchen!
[He rushes to the kitchen and dials his cell phone.]
Tricia! You know, you're going to laugh when you hear
this. Hello? Tricia? Oh, fine. [He reads the slip of
paper.] Ha, ha, "The Iceman Cometh"!
[Cut to the living room.]
Frasier: [coming out of the kitchen] All right.
Roz: Ready? OK, go. [Frasier begins gesturing.]
Martin: Three words. First word, small word, arm, in, of, to, be.
Bulldog: It, it, I, you, me.
Martin: They, them, us, we, he, she.
Bulldog: Ok, forget about it. Second word, two syllables. First
syllable cold, chilly, freezing, winter,.
Martin: Snow, sleet hail, frost, frostbite, gangrene.
Frasier: Gangrene?!
Roz: No talking allowed.
Bulldog: Second syllable. Shrink. Doctor. Dork.
Martin: Person, guy, male, man.
Bulldog: Let's see, icy cold man...iceman...got it!
Frasier: Thank you!
Bulldog: Frosty the Snowman!
Frasier: No, you jackass! The Iceman Cometh!
Roz: Disqualified.
Frasier: You two are the worst charades players I've ever seen in my
entire life! My God, those skating chimps could... Well,
you did your best, we'll get it next time. Off I go...
Roz: No, wait, wait, wait Frasier, we still have one little
consolation prize for you.
[Daphne brings out the birthday cake and they all begin singing.]
All: Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you.
Daphne: Look, he's crying!
All: Happy birthday dear Frasier, happy birthday to you.
[Frasier, unable to get away, is almost sobbing. Fade out.]
Scene 3 - In Front of Tricia's Apartment
...AND MILES TO GO
BEFORE I SCREAM
[Fade in. Tricia is coming out of the door with her bag. Frasier
pulls up in his car.]
Frasier: Made it!
Tricia: Boy. are you wrong.
Frasier: Oh, Tricia, please...
Tricia: Save it, Frasier. I have a plane leaving for Spokane in an
hour, my cab is on its way, so why don't you just be on
your way, too?
Frasier: Would it make any difference if I told you I had to sneak
out of a birthday party being given for me by my own father
just to be here with you?
Tricia: Yeah, right. It's your birthday.
Frasier: [pulling out his license] Look, if you don't believe me,
here, just see for yourself. In fact, it's turning out to
be the worst birthday party I've had since I was eight,
when I pinned the tail on Sally Anunsiato. She shoved a
cupcake down my shorts.
Tricia: Wow, you really blew off your own birthday party just to
come meet me.
Frasier: I would have done almost anything to get to know you
better.
Tricia: Well, that's very sweet, Frasier, and I wish I had more
time, but I have an 8 AM appointment in Spokane, and I
can't miss my plane.
Frasier: Well, I could drive you.
Tricia: But it's only twenty minutes to the airport, it's hardly
worth it.
Frasier: I wasn't talking about the airport.
Tricia: What?
Frasier: I could have you in Spokane in six hours. That'll
certainly give us enough time to get acquainted.
Tricia: Oh, no, I can't ask you to do that.
Frasier: But you didn't ask. I offered. Look, I want to do it,
here. [He grabs her bag and puts it in his car.]
Tricia: That's the most romantic thing I've ever heard.
Frasier: [opening the door for her] Well, the way I see it, one of
two things can happen. Either we'll discover that we've
foolishly built each other up in our own imaginations
because we've had so much trouble getting together; or,
this could end up being a story we tell our grandchildren.
Personally, I can't wait to find out which.
Tricia: Me either. [She gets in.]
Frasier: [running around to his side] Oh, boy! [He gets in.]
Well, off we go.
[Cut to the interior of the car as they head down the road. Tricia
turns on the radio.]
Tricia: I thought I'd find us a little background music.
Frasier: Good idea. Looking for some more opera?
Tricia: Heck, no. The one the other night was my first and last.
I was dragged to it by one of my converts. [She stops on a
country-western station.] There we go.
Frasier: Converts, you say?
Tricia: Mm-hmm. I'm one of the Truth bringers. I was ordained by
Brother Carmichael himself, the evangelist? I go door to
door, spreading his word. Listen, do you mind my asking
something? Have you heard the Truth?
Frasier: Something tells me I'm about to.
[Cut to the road, Frasier's car heading away to the strains of
country music. Fade out.]
Credits:
Niles is standing at the buffet with Karl. Karl points to something
and shows Niles how to eat it. Niles tries, but as soon as Karl
turns his back he pulls it out and puts it back on the tray. When
Karl turns around again, Niles nods appreciatively, then pulls out
his handkerchief and wipes his tongue off.
Guest Appearances
Guest Starring
MARCIA MITZMAN GAVEN as Allison
JAMES HARPER as Karl
JOHN-DAVID KELLER as Nigel
PATRICK KERR as Noel Shempsky
LISA WALTZ as Tricia
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