Breaking The Ice Written by Steven Levitan
Directed by Phillip Charles Mackenzie
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Production Code: 2.20
Episode Number In Production Order:
Original Airdate on NBC:
Episode filmed on
Transcript written on 10th July 2000
Transcript {mike lee}
[ACT ONE]
ROZ DOYLE AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM
[Scene One – KACL.
Frasier is wrapping up his show.]
Frasier: Well, that's it for today. Goodbye, and good listening.
[He goes off the air, and walks into Roz's booth. She's
preoccupied.]
Frasier: Little off our game today, aren't we, Roz? Is something
wrong?
Roz: Yes. I told a guy I love him.
Frasier: Somebody you know this time?
Roz: [gives him a look, then] Forget it, Frasier, I know you
don't like to hear about my love-life.
Frasier: Oh, Roz, don't be ridiculous. I care about you. If you
have a problem, and I can help, I'd love to. Just keep the
details on a need-to-know basis.
Roz: O.K. We've been dating a couple of weeks, and last night he
started licking me behind my ear. See, I have this sweet
little spot there . . .
Frasier: Uh, Roz, is this—?
Roz: Yes, you do need to know this. So anyway, what I meant to
say was, "Oh, I love that!" But I got so caught up that I
yelled out, "Oh, I love *you*!" and then all of a sudden he
got this look on his face like Indiana Jones running from
the big ball!
Frasier: Well, uh, Roz, do you love him?
Roz: No! But I said it, so he should have said it back, it's
just polite.
Frasier: There is no more emotionally charged phrase in the language
than "I love you." Some people are just incapable of saying
it, it makes them too vulnerable. My father, for instance,
incapable of saying "I love you," even to me. But I know he
does.
Roz: So your father never told you he loves you? God, that
explains so much.
Frasier: What is that supposed to mean?!
Roz: Well, maybe if he had, you wouldn't be so emotionally needy
that when a close friend asks your advice, you have to steer
the conversation back to your own problems. So anyway, now
that I told this guy I love him, how do I take it back?
Frasier: [putting on his jacket] Very simple, Roz. Do you remember
when I said that I cared about you and I'd like to help?
Roz: Yeah?
Frasier: [picks up his briefcase] I take it back.
[He strides out of the booth, leaving Roz gaping.]
I ONLY HAVE ICE FOR YOU
[Scene Two – Apartment.
Martin is going through his tackle box at the dinner table. Eddie
jumps up and starts sniffing.]
Martin: Eddie, get out of there! You'll get a fishhook up your nose!
[Daphne comes out of the kitchen, spraying air freshener.]
Daphne: Don't you ever clean that thing out?
Martin: No! It's bad luck. Everybody knows that. You show up on a
fishing trip with a tackle box that doesn't smell like the
most rancid, rotten thing on the face of the earth, then
nobody'll sit next to you.
[Frasier and Niles come in.]
Frasier: Yes, Niles, I used to have the same problem with my multiple
personality patients. They always kept saying that the
other one had sent the check!
Niles: [sniffing] What an odd combination of odors. Smells like a
fish died, and all the other fish sent flowers.
Frasier: Yes, it's time for Dad's annual ice-fishing trip to Lake
Nomahegan.
Martin: Yep, I'm getting my gear ready. Duke rented a cabin right
on the lake, and I'm bringing the bait and the pork rinds.
Now, just 'cause your old man's going out of town, I don't
want you boys throwing any wild parties.
Frasier: How can we if you're taking all the pork rinds?
Niles: I can't figure it out. [probes a finger in the tackle box]
How could a fish be so dumb as to put its mouth around—Ow!
[He jerks his finger back and puts it in his mouth. The phone rings.
Daphne answers.]
Daphne: Hello? Oh, hello! Yes, he's right here. [to Martin] It's
Duke.
Martin: Oh! [takes phone] Hey, Duke! [face falls] Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah, sure I understand. Hey, we'll do it next year. Yeah,
we've had too many good times up there to let this tradition
die. [laughs] Yeah, yeah, I love you, ya big lug! O.K., bye.
[He hangs up. Frasier looks a little put-out.]
Daphne: Your trip's been canceled?
Martin: Yeah, Duke's back's out again.
Daphne: Oh, what a shame. You were so looking forward to it.
Martin: Well, I still have the cabin. But I can't go alone . . .
[He looks meaningfully at Frasier.]
Frasier: Look, Dad, as much as I'd like to do something with you this
weekend, I'm afraid ice fishing just isn't it. Oh, look,
look, here's an idea! They're doing a revival of "The
Iceman Cometh" playing downtown! Now, you see, we could
catch a matinee, and then go out for sushi, and stay well
within the same theme music, you know?
Martin: Thanks, anyway.
Daphne: Well, I'd go, but to me the pleasure of fishing has always
been waiting for the men to return with their catch. Oh, I
can still see my brothers' friends coming back from the
lake, their chiseled faces all ruddy and wind-burnt. Ooh,
they were so masculine, I just couldn't wait to panfry their
kippers!
[Regular as Clockwork:]
Niles: I'll go ice fishing, Dad!
Martin: Really, are you sure?
Niles: Unless you don't want me to . . .
Martin: No, I do! Oh, this'll be great!
Frasier: You, ice-fishing?
Niles: Well, why not? I've always thought of myself as a man of
the great al fresco.
Frasier: Niles, you get a runny nose watching figure skating on TV.
Martin: Hey, thanks, Niles.
Niles: It's the very least I can do if it'll help save your trip
for you.
Frasier: Yes, well, Niles, that's quite a gesture. But I mean,
really, ice-fishing? On an arctic tundra where large men
spit and it freezes in their beards?
Niles: After you've seen Maris's interpretive dance group perform
"Afternoon of a Faun" in the east garden, the wilderness
holds no terror.
[Scene Three – Apartment.
The next morning. Daphne is making toast in the kitchen. Frasier
comes in.]
Frasier: Morning, Daphne.
Daphne: Good morning! Lovely day, isn't it?
Frasier: Well, you're in a good mood.
Daphne: Yes, well, as much as I love your father, with him gone it's
going to be a wonderful weekend . . . care to make it
perfect?
Frasier: I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I am staying.
[Martin comes in, wearing his heavy boots.]
Martin: Well, I found a thermos! Be sure to make that coffee extra-
strong!
[Eddie runs up and barks.]
Martin: Oh, hey, how you doing, chief? Yeah, I know you want to go
with me, but we're gonna be on the ice, it'll be too cold for
you. Yeah, I love you, you little mutt! Well, I better go
make sure I have everything.
[Frasier is thrown off again. Martin leaves the kitchen.]
Frasier: Did he just say "I love you" to the dog?
Daphne: Oh, that's nothing. I had an aunt who used to say, "good
night, Mr. Vanderpump" to a hat rack.
Frasier: Does he say that to Eddie a lot?
Daphne: I try to give them their privacy.
[Frasier goes to the front door to get the paper.]
Frasier: I'm sorry, Daphne, I don't mean to sound maudlin, but, you
know I can't remember Dad ever saying that to me.
Daphne: Oh, you know what a crusty old git your dad is.
Frasier: Well, yes, but he says it to Eddie, you know he said it to
Duke the other day on the phone . . .
Daphne: Duke and your father go way back. He's his chum.
Frasier: And I'm not?
Daphne: Well, you know when your dad wants to go fishing, at least
Duke will go with him.
Frasier: So you're suggesting that I go along and pretend I'm
enjoying myself, doing something that gives me absolutely no
pleasure at all, just to hear the words "I love you?"
Daphne: Why not? Women have been doing it for centuries.
[Daphne goes back to the kitchen. The doorbell rings. Frasier opens
the door to Niles, who is decked out head-to-toe in brand new winter
clothes and fishing paraphernalia, including an oversized fur hat.]
Niles: Call me Ishmael.
[Martin comes out and sees him.]
Martin: Wow, Niles, look at you! Now are you sure you're gonna be
warm enough?
Niles: No problem there. I dressed in layers—Polo, Eddie Bauer,
and Timberland.
Frasier: You look like a skinny Elmer Fudd.
Niles: Dad, wait'll you see all the stuff I got. I had no idea how
much I liked fishing until I realized all the shopping
involved. Graphite poles . . .
Martin: Wow!
Niles: And, [takes out a pair of blue seat cushions] Hot Buns!
Martin: Wow!
Niles: They're heated seat cushions. You microwave them and they
stay toasty warm for hours.
Frasier: You know, Dad, maybe I was a little hasty . . .
[Daphne comes out of the kitchen.]
Daphne: All right, here we are, some snacks for the trip, or—[sees
Niles and laughs] Oh, Dr. Crane, look at you in your new
togs!
Martin: Yeah, quite an outfit, huh? The fish'll see him coming!
Daphne: Yes, well, the salesman certainly did!
Frasier: Dad, you know, I feel kind of bad that I turned you down
when you invited me . . .
Martin: Oh, don't worry about it.
Niles: Wait'll you taste this freshly smoked turkey jerky!
Daphne: [to Frasier] For heaven's sakes, you know you want to go, so
why don't you just ask him?
Frasier: How can I? I already said I didn't want to.
Martin: [tasting the jerky] Oh, that's delicious!
Niles: No, don't put it back in the bag!
Martin: Hey, Niles, come on, it's getting late.
Niles: Well, yes, guess we'd better hit the road.
Frasier: You know, guys, it's kind of a long trip. Are you sure
you're up to the drive?
Martin: Frasier, I'm getting some mixed signals here. You don't
want to go with us, do you?
Frasier: Oh, all right! Better than having you nag, nag, nag all the
time! Fine, I'll go!
[He storms to his room, leaving Martin and Niles confused.]
[END OF ACT ONE]
[ACT TWO]
PROOF THAT HELL REALLY DOES FREEZE OVER
[Scene Four – Cabin
A small, square cabin on the surface of the lake—essentially a wooden
box with a trapdoor in the center of the floor. There are three
wooden benches against the walls, but no beds.]
[Martin limps through the door. He turns back.]
Martin: Hey, come on! The ice isn't gonna break, this lake's been
frozen solid for three months.
[Frasier stumbles through the door, carrying a large thermos and
doing his best not to look thoroughly miserable.]
Frasier: Well, I'm-I'm sorry, Dad. It's just that when you said Duke
rented a cabin "on the lake," this is not what I had in
mind.
Martin: It's a cabin. It's on the lake.
Frasier: Yes—a few degrees warmer, it'll be *in* the lake.
[Niles comes in, breathless.]
Niles: That was amazing! I've never felt so in touch with nature!
Martin: What happened?
Niles: For the first time in my life, I just urinated outdoors!
[Martin laughs. Frasier wonders if his brother has flipped
completely.]
Niles: Another cup of coffee, I'll go back and dot the "I!" [looks
around] Oh Dad, this is great!
Martin: Yeah . . . well, Frasier doesn't think so.
Frasier: Well, it's not that I'm complaining. It's just that I
thought that it would be something more . . . well, lake-
*adjacent*. Are we actually going to sleep in here?
Niles: [laughing] Who is this rube? Maybe we can trick him into
touching his tongue to the bait bucket!
Martin: No, we're fishing here, we're sleeping someplace else.
Remember where we turned off the highway? Well, right down
from there is the Bed 'N Bass Motel.
Frasier: "Bed 'N Bass"—yes, one of the finer fish-themed hotels.
[He picks up a long auger screw from the wall.]
Frasier: So, what do we do? We drill a hole in the ice with this
little corkscrew-thingy and just start fishing?
Niles: It's called an "auger."
Frasier: Well, imagine my embarrassment.
Niles: [handing Martin one of two seat cushions] Here's your Hot
Buns, Dad.
Martin: Oh, thanks.
Frasier: What am I gonna sit on?
Niles: The auger's free. [off Frasier's look] Oh, all right, come
on, come on, here.
[He slides over, leaving half of his own seat cushion free. Frasier
sits beside him.]
[Scene Five – Cabin
The guys are sitting side by side on the bench. A fishing rod is
mounted over the open trapdoor, with the line dangling down a hole in
the ice. Nothing's happening. Frasier covertly pulls his sleeve up
and sneaks a glance at his watch.]
Martin: I saw that.
Frasier: I'm not bored. I'm simply wondering how long we've been
sitting here enjoying ourselves.
Niles: If the fish don't feel puckish just now, we'll pass the time
in good conversation. Dad, did you know that Lake Nomahegan
was formed by the retreat of several glaciers during the
Cenozoic Era?
Frasier: Which, coincidentally, is the last time anyone caught a fish
in it.
Martin: How'd you know that, Niles?
Niles: Well, last night I was browsing through "Field and
Geological History of Western Canada." It's fascinating!
For example, did you know this lake is eighty-nine meters
deep and boasts fifty varieties of fish!
Frasier: Oh, Alex, I'll take "Bodies of Water" for five hundred!
Niles: It has lake trout, rainbow trout, wall-eyed pike—
Frasier: How would you like to be sleeping with them?!
Martin: Hey, you know, you could learn a thing or two from your
brother about getting into the spirit of things.
Frasier: Well, I'm sorry, it's just that my back hurts, I'm hungry,
and I'm tired of sitting here trying to warm up one bun at a
time in twenty-degree weather! That's negative six degrees
Celsius, a system named after Anders Celsius, the famed
Swedish astronomer and compulsive temperature-taker! Niles,
switch!
[He gets up and moves to the other side of Niles's Hot Buns.]
Niles: I believe you're on my side.
Frasier: I am not.
Niles: You've crossed the border!
Frasier: [getting up] Oh my God, I don't even know why I'm here!
Niles: I'm thinking the same thing myself.
Martin: Now, guys, come on!
Niles: If you're having such a terrible time, why don't you just
head back to the Bed 'N Bass?
Frasier: Oh fine, that's just what I need, a brisk five-mile hike
through sub-freezing temperature.
Niles: Oh, for God's sake, take the car, you can pick us up later.
Frasier: Fine.
Niles: [searching his pocket] Oh, no. There's a hole in my
pocket.
Martin: You lost the keys?
Frasier: Oh, no. Where?
Niles: Well, if I knew where, they wouldn't be lost! They could be
anywhere between here and the car.
Martin: Well, good luck finding them, it's been snowing all day.
Niles: Great—we're gonna have to stay here all night.
Frasier: This is just dandy! By morning we'll be Stoafer's Frozen
Entrees for wolves!
Martin: [points under the bench] Wait a minute, is that them over
there?
Niles: Where? [sees them] Oh, oh, oh, thank God! [picks them up]
Frasier: All right, mister, I don't trust you. Give me those right
now.
Niles: Fine, Mr. Big Brother!
[He tosses them to Frasier—well, "toss" being used loosely, more like
an anemic lob that sends the keys plummeting down the fishing hole.]
Niles: Nice catch!
Frasier: Me? You throw like a girl!
Martin: Come on, let's not panic. You know, we're gonna be fine
staying here all night. You know, the same thing happened
to me and Duke about ten years ago.
Niles: You dropped your car keys down the hole?
Martin: No, we're not idiots. The car battery died on us. But the
three of us made it through the night just fine.
Niles: You, Duke, and who?
[Martin produces a flask bottle of bourbon.]
Martin: My old drinking buddy, Mr. James Beam! You're not the only
one who went out and got some fishing supplies.
[He takes a healthy swig, then hands it to Frasier.]
Frasier: Boy, I never thought I'd end up yearning for the Bed N'Bass.
[takes a swig] Niles?
Niles: [taking a sherry glass from his bag] Yes, please!
[Frasier fills the sherry glass, as Martin rolls his eyes.]
[Scene Six – Cabin
The boys are waiting out the day. Each has a bench to himself.
Suddenly they hear a low creaking sound.]
Frasier: My God, what was that?
Martin: Just the ice cracking underneath us.
[Frasier and Niles, panicked, lift their feet off the floor.]
Martin: Relax, it happens all the time.
Niles: Well, if we do fall in we'll have ninety seconds before
hypothermia sets in.
Frasier: One more fact, you're going in that hole!
Niles: [defiantly] The wall-eyed pike—
Frasier: O.K., that's it!
[The brothers get up and face off.]
Martin: Stop it! Will you guys stop going after each other already?
I know, we got to lighten things up around here. Hey, we're
drinking, we need a drinking song!
Frasier: All right. Ooh, I know, there's a wonderful drinking song
from "La Traviata" called, uh, "Libiamo Brindisi!"
Niles: No, no, no, no, that's from "Rigoletto."
Frasier: No, it's from "La Traviata!"
[Frasier starts singing "Libiamo" in a brassy opera voice. Niles
tries to correct his pitch, singing the same word in a different
voice. Martin rolls his eyes. ]
[Scene Seven - Cabin
A While Later. After a few more drinks, the three Crane men are
sitting on the same bench, singing "Libiamo Brindisi." They're slow,
and off-key, but at least they're in unison. They finish and start
laughing.]
Martin: That was great! What's the second verse?
Niles: I don't know, it's in Italian! Another drink, Dad?
Martin: No, no, I'll take a pass on that, I got to go use the
facilities. But, I'll be right back, so keep a light on in
the window for me!
[Martin limps out the door.]
Frasier: Well, I'm still thirsty, Niles. Here, "Beam" me up.
[Niles giggles and hands Frasier the bottle.]
Frasier: Niles, you mind if I ask you a personal question? What the
hell are you doing here?
Niles: What do you mean?
Frasier: You know, this whole "Sergeant Niles of the Yukon" act. I
mean, come on, it can't be all to impress Daphne—
Niles: It's not an act!
Frasier: Niles, in twenty years, I've never heard you comment on fish
except to say that the sauce had separated.
Niles: All right. I'll tell you. You promise not to laugh?
Frasier: You'll have to take that hat off.
Niles: Well, two years ago when you took Dad in, I thought I was
getting away with something. Watching you two get closer, I
started to think maybe I was missing out on something.
Frasier: You want him?
Niles: No, no, let me finish. I just really feel the need to make
a connection.
Frasier: Well, Niles, I think you've made a connection. It just
seems a little extreme though, you know? You probably could
have accomplished the same thing if you'd just taken him to
Captain Andy's Surf N' Turf!
Niles: And miss out on all the fun of memorizing 101 useless fish
facts and buying a large battery-operated wardrobe? [laughs]
Frasier: So you're having just a bad a time as I am!
Niles: Oh, oh, oh, worse! At least you have the fun of
complaining, I have to feign enthusiasm! Oh, oh . . .
[sinks down] I really am King of the Ninnies, aren't I?
Frasier: Oh no. Don't be reaching for that scepter yet, Sergeant.
Want to know the reason I came up here? Just to hear him
say the words "I love you."
Niles: What?
Frasier: Yeah, well, you know—he said it to Duke, he said it to
Eddie. He's never said it to me.
Niles: Surely you don't put yourself up there with Eddie? [they
laugh] Oh, Frasier, you know he loves you!
Frasier: Oh yeah, of course I do. I'm being ridiculous, I know that.
I mean, look at the guy! He's content just to sit here
freezing his buns off because we're sitting here with him.
I guess I just got a little obsessed about, you know,
hearing it. Well, I mean, you know that Maris loves you,
right? But it's still nice to hear it.
Niles: I imagine it would be, but let's stick to attainable goals.
[They laugh again.]
Frasier: As they laugh the laugh of the damned.
[Martin comes in.]
Martin: Hey, I did it! I wrote my name out there! Had to borrow an
"N" from Niles, but I did it!
Frasier: We're leaving quite the urological crossword puzzle out
there, aren't we?
Martin: What were you guys laughing at?
Frasier: Oh, nothing.
Martin: Oh, come on! Don't leave your old man out.
Frasier: All right, O.K. I was just explaining to Niles the reason
why I drove all this way up here was to . . . I was hoping
I'd here you say the words, "I love you." [laughs]
Martin: Oh, jeez, I leave you for two minutes and you have to start
thinking. Isn't it enough that we're just here having a
good time?
Niles: Dad—
Martin: You know, every year in this country thousands of guys go
fishing, and love never enters into it!
Frasier: Forget about it.
Martin: Thank you. Can we just go on fishing?
Frasier: Sure.
[They settle onto the same bench again, watching the hole.]
Niles: A fisherman in Oshkosh, Wisconsin stared into one of these
holes for twenty years before he caught his first fish.
Frasier: Haven't we been here that long?
[He and Niles laugh, but Martin gets up and moves to another bench.]
Martin: Anyway, just because I didn't say it doesn't mean I don't
mean it or feel it.
Frasier: Dad, that's exactly what we were saying.
Martin: Yeah, well, my dad never said it, but I know he felt it. I
mean, feeling it's the same as saying it, isn't it?
Frasier: Dad, you don't have to say it.
Martin: [upset] Well, did it ever occur to you that . . . maybe I
want to say it? You know, your mother used to get all over
me about not saying stuff too. [pause] Well, I can't say it
if you're looking at me!
[The boys look away. Martin stares down into his lap.]
Martin: You know, if I'm gonna do it, I'll do it right. [deep
breath] Frasier . . . I love you. Niles . . . I love you.
Frasier: Thanks, Dad. I love you too.
Niles: And I love you too.
[Silence.]
Niles: But I hate ice-fishing!
[Martin and Frasier smile.]
Martin: Well, it's the last time you'll have to come out and do
that.
Niles: Oh, in that case I *really* love you!
Martin: Well, thanks, Niles.
Niles: Oh, look at that, that's so cute. When you say it to him,
he blushes! I love you!
Martin: Oh, jeez!
Niles: I love you . . .
Martin: Oh, come on!
Frasier: I love you . . .
Martin: No, cut that out . . .
[Niles and Frasier crowd Martin, repeating "I love you." Martin
tries to shoo them away. Onto this strange scene a park ranger
appears in the doorway.]
Niles: Come on, give us a kiss!
Martin: Oh, shut up!
Ranger: Excuse me!
Martin: Hey, officer!
Niles: Oh, we're saved!
Ranger: You guys are gonna have to come off the ice for the night.
Martin: Well, we can't, we lost the car keys.
Ranger: Then I'll take you to your motel, and you can call a
locksmith in the morning.
Martin: Oh, thanks, officer!
Frasier: That's a wonderful idea, you're quite a sport.
Niles: Yes! Yes! Thank you, we love you!
[The ranger holds up a "No, Thanks!" hand.]
Martin: We've been drinking a little.
[The Crane boys exit. The Ranger follows them out.]
[Scene Z –Apartment
Daphne looks around the empty apartment one last time, and sighs.
Then she goes to the door and opens it. Martin comes in with a
string of seven or eight large fish. Daphne takes the string and
gives him a big kiss on the cheek.]
[Frasier follows Martin in with his own string—not as many as Martin,
but just as large. Daphne takes the string and gives him another
kiss on the cheek.]
[Niles follows Frasier in, somewhat sulkily. On his string hangs a
small, solitary minnow. Daphne takes the string and gives Niles a
little kiss on the cheek. For him, that's enough to make the trip
worthwhile.]
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