The Good Son Written by David Angell,
Peter Casey & David Lee
Directed by James Burrows
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Production Code: 1.1.
Original Airdate on NBC: 16th September 1993.
Transcript written on 22nd March 1999.
Quotes and Scene Summary {simon aw}
- Act One. -
THE JOB
Scene:
The Frasier Crane Show. Frasier is at his console, and is
admonishing a caller; Roz is in her booth.
Frasier: [on air][angry] Listen to
yourself, Bob! You follow her to work, you
eavesdrop on her calls, you open her mail. The
minute you started doing these things, the relationship
was over! [polite] Thank you for your
call. [presses a button] [to Roz] Roz, I
think we have time for one more...
Roz: [on air] Yes, Dr Crane. On line four, we
have Russell from Kirkland.
Frasier: [presses a button][on air] Hello,
Russell. This is Dr Frasier Crane; I'm listening.
Russell: Well, I have been feeling sort of, erm, you know,
depressed, lately...
Roz looks at the clock.
Russell: ...my life's not going anywhere and, and, er, it's
not that bad, it's just...same old apartment...same old
job...
Roz taps on the screen of her booth.
Frasier: [on air] Er Russell, we're just about at
the end of our hour - let me see if I can cut to the chase
by using myself as an example. Six months ago, I was
living in Boston. My wife had left me, which was very
painful; then she came back to me, which was excruciating.
On top of that, my practice had grown stagnant, and my
social life consisted of, of hanging around a bar night
after night. You see, I was clinging to a life that wasn't
working anymore, and I knew I had to do something -
anything. So I ended the marriage once and for
all, packed up my things, and moved back here to my home
town of Seattle - go Seahawks! [laughs] I took
action, Russell. And you can, too. Move, change, do
something; if it's a mistake, do something else. Will you
do that, Russell? Will you? Russell...? [to Roz]
I think we lost him...
Roz: No, we cut to the news thirty seconds ago.
Frasier: [annoyed; rips off his headphones] Oh for
crying out loud! I finally bare my soul to all of Seattle,
and they're listening to Chopper Dave's Rush-Hour
Round-Up!
He gets up and enters Roz's booth. She is busy with administrative stuff.
Frasier: Well, the rest of the show was pretty good. It was
a, a good show...wasn't it?
Roz: [tears him a piece of notepaper] Here, your
brother called.
Frasier: Roz, in the trade we call that 'avoidance'. Don't
change the subject. Tell me what you think.
Roz: [points at her console] Did I ever tell you
what this little button does?
Frasier: I am not a piece of Lalique! I can handle
criticism! How was I today?
Roz: [turns her chair to face him] Let's
see...you dropped two commercials, you left a total of
twenty-eight seconds of dead air, you scrambled the
station's call letters, you spilled yoghurt on the control
board, and you kept referring to Jerry - with the identity
crisis - as 'Jeff'.
Frasier considers the criticism. He decides to handle it with
avoidance.
Frasier: [takes the notepaper] You say my brother
called...
Roz: Mmm-hm.
Frasier leaves.
THE BROTHER
Scene:
Cafe Nervosa. Frasier is at the bar, reading a menu. Niles is
standing next to him and is recounting a story.
Niles: ...so I said to the gardener: 'Yoshi, I do not want
a Zen garden in my backyard. If I want to rake gravel
every ten minutes to maintain my inner harmony, I'll move
to Yokohama.' Well, this offends him, so he starts pulling
out Maris's prized Camellias. Well, I couldn't stand for
that, so, I marched right into the morning room and locked
the door until he cooled down. Tell me you would have
handled it differently, Frasier?
Frasier has been nodding his head, but he has obviously not been
listening.
Frasier: [looks up] Oh I'm sorry Niles, I didn't
realise you'd stopped talking.
Niles: You haven't heard a word I said.
Frasier: Oh Niles, you're a psychiatrist - you know what it's
like to listen to people prattling on endlessly about their
mundane lives!
Niles: Touche. And on that subject, I heard your
show today.
Frasier: And?
Niles: You know what I think about pop psychiatry.
Frasier: Yes, I know what you think about everything. When
was the last time you had an unexpressed thought.
Niles: I'm having one now.
The waitress behind the bar comes over. Niles takes his briefcase
off the bar and goes to an empty table nearby.
Waitress: You guys ready?
Frasier: Two cafe latte supremos.
He goes to the table, and watches Niles obsessively clean his chair
with a handkerchief. Niles offers the handkerchief to Frasier.
Frasier: No thank you.
They sit down.
Niles: So, Frasier. How are you doing on your own?
Frasier: I'm fine! I love my new life here: I love the
solitude. I miss Frederick like the dickens, of course.
You know, he's quite a boy - he's playing goalie on the
peewee soccer team now. Ha, chip off the old block!
[laughs]
Niles: You hated sports.
Frasier: So does he! [laughs] The fresh air is good
for him.
Niles: [laughs] Oh well, this has been fun,
Frasier, but...we have a problem, and that's why I thought
we should talk.
Frasier: Is it dad?
Niles: Afraid so. One of his old buddies from the police
force called this morning, went over to see him, and found
him on the bathroom floor.
Frasier: Oh my God!
Niles: No, it's okay, he's fine.
Frasier: What, is it his hip again?
Niles: Frasier, I don't think he can live alone anymore.
Frasier: What can we do?
Niles: Well, I know this isn't going to be anyone's
favourite solution [opens his briefcase], but I
took the liberty of checking out a few convalescent homes
for him. [puts some brochures on the table]
Frasier: [glances at them] Niles, a home?
He's still a young man!
Niles: Well, you certainly can't take care of him - you're
just getting your new life together.
Frasier: Absolutely. But besides, we were never,
simpatico.
Niles: Of course, I can't take care of him.
Frasier: Oh yes, yes, of course, of course...why?
Niles: Because dad doesn't get along with Maris.
Frasier: Who does?
Niles: I thought you liked my Maris!
Frasier: I do, I...I like her from a distance. You know, the
way you like the sun. Maris is like the sun. Except
without the warmth.
Niles: Well then, we're agreed about what to do with dad.
[reads a brochure] 'Golden Acres: We Care So You
Don't Have To.'
Frasier: It says that?
Niles: Well, it might as well!
Frasier: [reluctant] Alright, I'll make up the spare
bedroom...
Niles: Oh you're a good son, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh God, I am, aren't I?
Downcast, he cradles his head in one hand. The waitress arrives with
their coffees.
Waitress: Two cafe supremos. Anything to eat?
Frasier: [depressed] No...I seem to have...lost my
appetite.
Niles: [perky] I'll have a large piece of
cheesecake!
Frasier glares at Niles.
THE FATHER
Scene:
Frasier's apartment. He's playing the piano. The doorbell rings; he
stops playing, shuts the keyboard lid, and disconsolately trudges to
the door. Just before opening it, he casts a melodramatic gaze over
his apartment: the last moment of solitude. Then, he opens the door.
Frasier: [upbeat] Hi! [laughs]
Niles enters; he is carrying two suitcases.
Niles: We finally made it!
Martin hobbles in. He does not look at all enthusiastic.
Frasier: Ah dad, dad, welcome to your new home! [hugs
Martin] Gee, you look great!
Martin: [goes to the couch] Don't BS me, I do not
look great. I spent Monday on the bathroom floor. You can
still see the tile marks on my face. [sits down]
Niles: [to Frasier] Gives you some idea about the
ride over in the car. [puts down the suitcases]
Frasier: Well, er, here we are...
Martin, who has propped his leg on a table, accidentally kicks a
glass ornament off of the side; Frasier catches it.
Frasier: ...well, rest assured the refrigerator is stocked
with your favourite beer - 'Ballantine' - [places the
glass ornament on a small folding table] and we've got
plenty of 'hot licks' and coleslaw...
Niles: Mmm!
Frasier: ...and I just, er, rented a Charles Bronson movie
for later...
Martin: Let's cut the 'Welcome To Camp Crane' speech. We
all know why I'm here. Your old man can't be left alone
for ten minutes without falling on his ass, and Frasier got
stuck with me. Isn't that right?
Frasier and Niles glance uncomfortably at each other.
Frasier&
Niles: [semi-hysterical] No, no!
Frasier: I want you here! It'll give us a chance to get
reacquainted!
Martin: That implies we were acquainted at one
point.
Niles: [laughs]...well, mmm, listen, [picks up
the suitcases] why don't I take dad's things into his
new bachelor quarters so you two er, scoundrels can plan
some hijinks!
He leaves.
Martin: I think that wife of his is driving him nutso.
Frasier: Yesss: we Crane boys...sure know how to marry 'em.
[goes to the kitchen] Let me get you a beer, dad.
So, ah, what do you think of what I've done with the place,
eh? [returns and sits on the couch, handing a beer to
Martin] You know, every item here was carefully
selected. This lamp by Corbusier, the chair by Eames, and
this couch is an exact replica of the one Coco Chanel had
in her Paris atelier.
Martin: Nothing matches.
Frasier: It's a, it's a style of decorating; it's called
'eclectic'. Well, the theory behind it is, if you've got
really fine pieces of furniture, it doesn't matter if they
match - they will 'go together'.
Martin: It's your money.
The doorbell rings. Frasier gets up; as he goes to the door, he
gestures at the view of the Seattle skyline offered by the balcony
windows.
Frasier: Dad, what do you think of the view, hey? That's
the, er, Space Needle there!
Martin: Oh, thanks for pointing that out. Being born and
raised here, I never would have known.
Frasier chafes briefly; then, he opens the door to a delivery man,
who has with him an old, battered, and aesthetically unpleasing
armchair.
Man: Delivery for Martin Crane.
Martin: Oh, in here! [gets up]
Man: Coming through!
He quickly wheels The Armchair into the room. Frasier and Niles (who
has returned) look on aghast at this latest addition to the
apartment's luxury furnishings.
Frasier: Excuse me - excuse me - wait a minute...!
Man: [to Martin] Where d'you want it?
Martin: Where's the TV?
Niles: [points] It's, it's in that credenza.
Martin: [points] Point it at that thing!
Man: [sees a designer chair in the way] What
about this chair?
Niles: Ah, the chair...here, let me get it out of your
way...
He lifts it away carelessly, and it is replaced by The Armchair.
Frasier: [shocked] Niles Niles Niles, be careful
with that - that's a Wassily! Oh look dad, as
dear as I'm sure this, this piece is to you I, I
just don't think it goes with anything here!
The delivery man leaves. Martin sits in The Armchair, newly
installed as the centrepiece of the apartment.
Martin: I know! It's eclectic!
He reclines, knocking over the small folding table; Frasier rescues
the glass ornament again, and rights the table.
Frasier: Niles, Niles, will you help me out here?
Martin: Ah, you're gonna have to run an extension cord over
here so I can plug in the vibrating part.
Frasier: Yes, yes, that will be the crowning touch.
Niles quickly heads for the door.
Niles: Well, now that you two are settled in, I've got to
run: I'm late for my 'dysfunctional family' seminar.
He is halfway out of the apartment before he remembers something...
Niles: Dad, have you mentioned Eddie yet?
Frasier: [horrified] Eddie...?!
Niles: Tata! [closes the door]
Frasier: Oh no dad, no, no, not Eddie!
Martin: But he's my best friend! Get me my beer, would you?
Frasier: [fetches the beer] Ah, but he's
weird! Gives me the creeps! He, he does
this stare at me...
Martin: Aaaah, it's just your imagination.
Frasier: No dad, no, no! I'm sorry, but I am putting my foot
down. Eddie is not moving in here. [sits
down]
EDDIE
Scene:
Frasier's apartment, later. The Charles Bronson movie is on; sounds
of mindless violence can be heard emanating from the TV. We see
Martin in The Armchair, eating happily. Then, the camera pans over
to the couch, where an uncomfortable-looking Frasier is seated -
being stared at by Eddie the dog, who is perched next to him.
- Act Two. -
Scene:
Cafe Nervosa. Niles has just been served his coffee; Frasier rushes
in.
Frasier: [anxious] Niles, there you are! I'm sorry
I'm late; just as I was leaving, dad decided to cook lunch
by the glow of the small kitchen fire. Oh Niles, this last
week with dad it's, it's been a living hell! When I'm
there, I feel like my territory's being violated; when I'm
not, I'm worried about what he's up to. Look at me
[shows Niles his shaky hands] - I'm a nervous
wreck! Gotta do something to calm down... [goes to the
bar] Double espresso, please! [to Niles]
Niles, you don't still have the brochures from
those...those rest homes, do you?
Niles: Of course I do. Don't forget, Maris is five years
older than I am. But you really think that's necessary?
Frasier: I'm afraid I do. I don't have my life anymore.
Tuesday night I gave up my tickets to the theatre,
Wednesday it was the symphony... [gets his coffee]
Niles: That reminds me: weren't you going to the opera on
Friday?
Frasier: Yes, here... [hands him some tickets]
Niles: Thank you.
Frasier: Niles, you don't suppose there's a chance that you
and Maris could...
Niles: Funny you should mention that. Maris and I were
just discussing this; we feel we should do more to share
the responsibility.
Frasier: You mean you'd take him in...?
Niles: [laughs incredulously] Dear God, no! But
we would be willing to help you pay for a home care worker.
Frasier: A what?
Niles: You know, someone who cooks and cleans and can help
dad with his physical therapy.
Frasier: These angels exist?
Niles: I know of an agency - let me arrange for them to
send a few people over to meet with you.
Frasier: [happy] Niles, I can't thank you enough!
I, I, I feel this overwhelming urge to hug you!
Niles: Remember what mum always said: 'A handshake is as
good as a hug.'
Frasier: Wise woman.
They shake hands.
THE HOME CARE SPECIALIST
Scene:
Outside Frasier's apartment. Frasier is at the doorway, talking to a
woman.
Frasier: I have never been more impressed with a human being
in my life!
He closes the door on her. Cut to inside the apartment. Martin is
in The Armchair; Eddie is on the couch.
Frasier: [angry] Now what was wrong with that one?
Martin: She was casing the joint.
Frasier: 'Casing the joint!' She spent two years with Mother
Teresa!
Martin: Well, if I were Mother Teresa, I'd check my
jewellery box!
The doorbell rings.
Frasier: Oh, this is the last one. Can you please
try to keep an open mind?
He opens the door. It is Daphne, and she has her hand down the front
of her dress.
Daphne: [surprised] Oh, hello - caught me with me
hand in the biscuit tin! [takes her hand out and shakes
hands with Frasier] I'm Daphne - Daphne Moon.
Frasier: Frasier Crane. Please come in.
Daphne: Thank you. [enters]
Frasier: Er, this is my father, Martin Crane. Dad, this is
Daphne Moon.
Daphne: Nice to meet you. [sees Eddie] Oh, and who
might this be?
Frasier: That...is Eddie.
Martin: I call him 'Eddie Spaghetti'.
Daphne: Oh, he likes pasta?
Martin: No, he has worms.
Frasier: Er, have a seat, Miss Moon.
Daphne: Daphne, thank you. [sees The Armchair and pats
it] Oh, will you look at that...what a comfy chair!
It's like I always say: 'Start with a good piece, and
replace the rest when you can afford it.'
Martin is pleased to hear this. Daphne sits on the couch.
Frasier: Yesss...well, er, perhaps you should start by
telling us a little bit about yourself, Miss Moon.
Daphne: Well, I'm originally from Manchester, England...
Frasier: Oh really, did you hear that dad?
Martin: I'm three feet away. There's nothing wrong with my
hearing.
Daphne begins to take all sorts of things out of her bag: a brush, a
glass, a sponge - and finally, a piece of paper which she hands to
Frasier.
Daphne: I've only been in the US for a few months, but I
have quite an extensive background in home care and
physical therapy, as you can see from my resume. I...
[suddenly turns toward Martin] You were a
policeman, weren't you?
Martin: Yeah - how'd you know?
Daphne: I must confess - I'm a bit psychic. It's
nothing big, just little things I sense about people. I
mean it's not like I can pick the lottery. If I could, I
wouldn't be talking to the likes of you two now, would I?
[laughs]
Martin is amused; Frasier looks unimpressed.
Frasier: Yesss...perhaps I should describe the duties around
here. You will be responsible for...
Daphne: [suddenly turns towards Frasier] Oh wait a
minute, I'm getting something on you...you're a florist!
Frasier: No, I'm a psychiatrist.
Daphne: Well, it comes and goes. [puts her things back
into her bag] Usually, it's strongest during my time
of the month... though, I guess I let a little secret out
there, didn't I?
Frasier: It's safe with us. Well, Miss Moon...I think we've
learned just about all we need to know about you, and a
dash extra! [goes to the door]
Daphne: [waves her arms at Eddie] You're a dog,
aren't you? [laughs]
Frasier: Well...we'll er, we'll be calling you, Miss Moon.
[goes for the door handle]
Martin: [enthusiastic] Oh why wait? [to
Daphne] You've got the job!
Daphne: Oh, wonderful!
Frasier: [annoyed] Er excuse me, excuse me, aren't
you just... forgetting a little something here? Don't you
think we should talk about this in private?
Daphne: Oh, of course you should; I completely understand.
[she stands up and shoulders her bag] I'll just
pop into the loo - you do have one, don't you?
Frasier: Yes.
Daphne: Oh, I love America...
Daphne walks into the 'loo'. As soon as its door is shut...
Frasier: Dad, what do you think you're doing?
Martin: You wanted me to pick one. I picked one.
Frasier: But she's a kook! I don't like her!
Martin: Well, what difference does it make to you? She's
only gonna be here when you're not.
Frasier: Then...what's my problem? Daphne!
Daphne returns.
Frasier: You've been retained.
Daphne: Oh, wonderful! I had a premonition.
Frasier: Quelle surprise?
Daphne: [gestures at the door] I'll move me things
in tomorrow.
Frasier: Oh, move in? Oh I'm sorry, there must be some
misunderstanding, er, this isn't a live-in
position.
Daphne: Oh dear, well the lady at the agency...
Frasier: The lady at the agency was wrong; this is just a
part-time position. I'm, I'm afraid it just won't work
out.
Martin: [gets up] Hold on there, Frasier, let's
talk about this!
Frasier: Dad, there's nothing to discuss!
Daphne: You two should talk about this. So I'll just pop
back in here and enjoy some more of your African erotic
art. [moves to return to the 'loo'.]
Frasier: Daphne, Daphne - I think it would be best if you
leave.
Daphne: Oh well, alright then. [goes to leave]
Frasier: Don't be alarmed. We'll contact you. If not by
telephone then, er, through the toaster.
Daphne leaves, allowing tempers to flare.
Frasier: Dad - I'm not having another person living in this
house!
Martin: Give me one good reason why not!
Frasier: Well, for one thing, there's no room for her!
Martin: What about that room right across the hall from
mine?
Frasier: The study? You expect me to give up my
study - the place where I read, where I do my most
profound thinking?
Martin: Aaaah, use the can like the rest of the world!
You'll adjust!
Frasier: [angry] I don't want to adjust!
I've done enough adjusting! I'm in a new city, I've got a
new job, I got separated from my little boy which in itself
is, enough to drive me nuts. And now my
father and his dog are living
with me! Well...that's enough on my plate, thank
you. The whole idea of getting somebody in here was
to help ease my burden, not to add to it!
Martin: [to Eddie] Oh, d'you hear that, Eddie?
We're a burden.
Frasier: Oh dad, dad you're, you're twisting my words! I
meant burden in its most positive sense!
Martin: As in: 'Gee, what a lovely burden'?
Frasier: Something like that, yes!
Martin: Well, you're not the only one who got screwed here,
you know. Two years ago, I'm saving toward retirement and
some punk robbing a convenience store puts a bullet in my
hip. Next thing you know, I'm trading in my golf clubs for
one of these [shakes his walking stick]. Well, I
had plans too, you know. And this may come as a shock to
you, sonny boy, but one of them wasn't living with
you.
Frasier: I'm just trying to do the right thing, here. I'm
trying to be The Good Son.
Martin: Oh, don't worry, son. After I'm gone you can live
guilt-free knowing you've done right by your papa.
Frasier: You think that's what this is about?
Guilt?
Martin: Isn't it?
Frasier: Of course it is! But the point is,
I did it! I took you in! And I've got
news for you - I wanted to do it! [on the
verge of tears] Because you're my father. And how do
you repay me? Ever since you've moved in here it's been a
snide comment about this or a smart little put-down about
that. [grabs his coat and goes to the door] Well,
I've done my best to make a home here for you, and once,
just once, would it have killed you to say
'thank you'? One lousy 'thank you'?
Long pause as Frasier waits expectantly, and Martin looks
thoughtful.
Martin: [to Eddie] Come on, Eddie, it's past your
dinner time.
Eddie jumps off the couch and follows Martin into the
kitchen.
Frasier: I'm going out.
He leaves.
LUPE VELEZ
Scene:
KACL; the corridor outside Frasier's studio. Frasier is rushing
back after taking a break. Cut to inside the studio; Roz is in
her booth. Frasier enters hurriedly, slams the door, and sits down.
Frasier: [angry] They have got to move the
bathroom closer to the studio! [puts his headphones
on][on air][polite] We'll be
right back after these messages. [rips off his
headphones] [angry again][to Roz]
Can't I put that on tape?
Roz enters.
Roz: What's eating you?
Frasier: Oh, I'm sorry. It's just this thing with my father
and this, this person he wants to hire. I thought I'd
started my life with a clean slate and a picture of what it
was going to be like, and then, I don't know...
Roz: Ever heard of Lupe Velez?
Frasier: Who?
Roz: Lupe Velez - the movie star in the '30s.
[sits down on the desk] Well, her career hit the
skids, so she decided she'd make one final stab at
immortality. She figured if she couldn't be remembered for
her movies, she'd be remembered for the way she died. And
all Lupe wanted was to be remembered. So...she plans this
lavish suicide - flowers, candles, silk sheets, white satin
gown, full hair and make- up, the works. She takes the
overdose of pills, lays on the bed, and imagines how
beautiful she's going to look on the front page of
tomorrow's newspaper. Unfortunately, the pills don't sit
well with the Enchilada combo plate she sadly chose as her
last meal. She stumbles to the bathroom, trips, and goes
head-first into the toilet...and that's how they
found her. [gets up]
Frasier: Is there a reason you're telling me this story?
Roz: Yes. Even though things may not happen like we
planned, they can work out anyway. [moves towards her
booth]
Frasier: Remind me again how it worked for Lupe, last seen
with her head in the toilet.
Roz: All she wanted was to be remembered. Will
you ever forget that story?
She returns to her booth and signals to him. He puts his headphones
on; everything from now onwards is on the air.
Frasier: We're back. Roz, who's our next caller?
Roz: We have Martin on line one. He's having a problem
with his son.
Frasier: [presses a button] Hello, Martin. This is
Dr Frasier Crane; I'm listening.
Martin: I'm a first-time caller.
Pause as Frasier realises that the caller is his father.
Frasier: Welcome to the show. How can I help you.
Martin: I've just moved in with my son and er, it ain't
working. There's a lot of tension between us.
Frasier: I can imagine. Why do you think that's so.
Martin: I guess I didn't see he had a whole new life planned
for himself; and I kinda got in the way.
Frasier: Well, these things are a two-way street. Perhaps
your son wasn't sensitive enough to see how your life was
changing.
Martin: [suddenly loud] You got that right! I've
been telling the na-na since I got there!
Frasier: I'm sure he appreciated your candour.
Martin: Well...maybe sometimes I oughta just learn how to
keep my trap shut.
Frasier: That's good advice for us all. Anything else?
Martin: Yeah. I'm worried my son doesn't know that I really
appreciate what he's doing for me.
Frasier: Why don't you tell him.
Martin: Well, you know how it is with fathers and sons,
it...I'd have trouble saying that stuff.
Frasier: Well if it helps, I suspect your son already knows
how you feel. Is that all?
Martin: Yeah, I guess that's it. Thank you, Dr Crane.
Frasier: My pleasure, Martin.
Martin: [suddenly loud again] D'you hear what I
said? I said thank you!
Frasier: Yes, I heard... [presses a button]
Roz: Dr Crane, we have Claire on line four. She's having
a problem getting over a relationship.
Frasier: [presses a button] Hello, Claire. I'm
listening.
Claire: [distraught] I'm a, well, I'm a
mess! Eight months ago my boyfriend and I broke
up, and I just can't get over it. The pain isn't going
away...it's almost like I'm in mourning, or something...
Frasier: Claire, you are in mourning. But you're
not mourning the loss of your boyfriend. You're mourning
the loss of what you thought your life was going to be.
Let it go. Things don't always work out how you planned:
that's not necessarily bad. Things have a way of working
out, anyway. Have you ever heard of...Lupe Velez?
He gives Roz a glance...
Credits:
Frasier's apartment. They are watching the TV again. Martin is in
The Armchair; on the couch, Daphne occupies the left seat, Frasier
has the right seat and is trying to read something, and Eddie is in
the middle, doing his stare at Frasier. Suddenly, Eddie places a
paw on Frasier's thigh.
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