The Proposal Written by Rob Hanning
Directed by Wil Shriner
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Production Code: 9.15
Episode Number In Production Order: 207
Filmed: 8th January 2002
Original Airdate on NBC: 4th February 2002
Transcript written on 18 February 2002
Transcript {David Langley}
Act 1
Scene 1 - A Jewelry Store
THE RING
[Fade in. Niles, Frasier and Martin enter the store.]
Frasier: Niles, are you sure you want to do this without Daphne? You
know, when Lilith and I got engaged, she insisted on being
involved with the ring selection process.
Niles: I appreciate your concern, Frasier, but I want to surprise
her.
Martin: [pointing] How 'bout this one? It's nice and sparkly.
Niles: [looking] That's an earring, Dad.
Martin: Huh? Oh, I guess I better put on my glasses.
Frasier: Niles, prepare to relinquish your breath.
Niles: Which one?
Frasier: That one right there.
Niles: Next to the gaudy one?
[Frasier looks guilty.]
Niles: The GAUDY one?
Frasier: All right, all right, which one do you like?
Niles: I was thinking of something more along the lines of that one,
with the feathered band, what do you think?
Frasier: I think it's a good thing I'm here to talk you out of it.
Niles: I'm think I'm starting to regret bringing you along at all.
[A clerk comes up as they bicker.]
Frasier: I think it's a...
Clerk: Gentlemen, gentlemen, I'm sure we can find something that
will bring you both a lifetime of happiness.
Martin: [laughing] Oh, no! They're not a couple! My son Niles is
here to pick out an engagement ring for his girlfriend
Daphne. And Frasier, who's been married twice, just came
along to help him.
Clerk: I'm very sorry, I'll come back when you've had more time to
look around.
[He walks away.]
Niles: Where did that come from?
Frasier: I mean, REALLY! To just assume something like that, out of
the blue...
Together: Latent!
Martin: Well you gotta admit, it wasn't such a big leap, given the
situation.
Frasier: And just what is that supposed to...?
[He stops and points at a case.]
Frasier: What bejeweled seraph has escaped her provenance now?
Martin: I'm gonna see if there's a line at the Orange Julius.
[He leaves.]
Frasier: Now, I have several candidates, Niles, but before you turn
up your nose at this...
Niles: That's it, right there. That's Daphne's ring.
Frasier: The very one I was going to show you.
Niles: Stylish.
Frasier: Classic.
Niles: Stunning. Daphne. [to the clerk] Excuse me? I'd like to
see that one please.
Clerk: Excellent choice, sir.
Frasier: Do you know her ring size?
Niles: Oh, even better, her ring finger is exactly the same size as
mine.
[The clerk pulls the ring out.]
Clerk: Well, perhaps you should try this on, then.
Niles: Oh, it's...
[He drops the ring, Frasier bends down to pick it up.]
Niles: Oh, I'm sorry, I'm a little nervous. I think it just hit me
what this all means.
[Frasier lets out a groan.]
Niles: What happened?
Frasier: Nothing, it's just my back. It's been acting up a bit in the
last week.
Niles: Well, here, do you want me to give you a hand up?
Frasier: No, no, here's the ring, I'll just stay down here for a
moment.
[He hands it over, and Niles clumsily tries to put it on as people stop
and stare. Martin comes back in.]
Frasier: Does it fit? Oh, here, let me help. No, come on. Oh,
Niles.
Niles: Frasier, it's perfect! You know, I always dreamed this would
happen!
[Everyone in the store smiles and begin applauding.]
Martin: No, wait! They're not a couple!
[The applause continues.]
Martin: Oh, jeez.
[He turns and walks back out. Fade out.]
Scene 2 - Cafe Nervosa
THE WORDS
[Fade in. Niles is sitting at a table, reading some papers and choking
up. He gets control of himself and takes a sip of coffee. Roz comes
in, and he breaks down again.]
Roz: Hey, Niles.
[Niles turns the papers over.]
Roz: Is something wrong?
Niles: No, no, I uh...
Roz: Oh my God, is that Daphne's proposal?
Niles: What? No, I don't, what are you...
Roz: Frasier told me.
Niles: That gossiping ninny!
Roz: Don't worry, he swore me to secrecy.
Niles: I swore HIM to secrecy!
Roz: So how's it coming?
Niles: I'm afraid I poured so much emotion into this speech I don't
know if I can say it all without crying.
Roz: Oh, that's okay. Women like a man who isn't afraid to shed a
few tears.
Niles: Last time I got all the way through it, I got dehydrated.
Roz: Well, maybe if you cut it down a little bit, you could get
through it before the waterworks start. Let me take a look?
[She reaches for the papers and Niles reluctantly lets go of them.]
Roz: Well, what about this paragraph here? I mean, aren't words
like "hopeless" and "despairing" kind of a downer in a
proposal?
Niles: Oh, well this is where I describe my life before I met her.
See, and then comes the part where she comes along and the
meter changes to a more sprightly iambic. Now my life has
meaning. Things that never made sense before suddenly are
clear. It's all because of this...wonderful woman.
[He breaks down again.]
Roz: It's all right. I'm sure there's other stuff we can cut.
[The waiter brings Roz her coffee.]
Roz: Thank you. Okay, like here: I mean, now do you really have
to compare her to three different roses?
Niles: Well, which one would you have me eliminate? The one that
represents her beauty or her passion or... [breaking down
again] her sense of humor...
Roz: Niles, you're just making this too complicated. I mean, all
we really want is for a guy to get down on one knee and say "I
love you. Will you be my...wife?"
[Roz breaks down, Niles hands her his handkerchief. Fade out.]
Scene 3 - Frasier's Apartment
THE WINE
[Fade in. Frasier, Niles and Martin are sitting around the dining
table, tasting several bottles of wine.]
Frasier: Excellent. Nice bite, smooth oaky blend.
Niles: Mmm, lovely finish. I think this is definitely a contender.
How about you, Dad?
Martin: Well, this one dislodged that piece of pot roast that's been
buggin' me since lunch.
[Frasier and Niles roll their eyes at each other.]
Martin: I'm sorry, Niles, I'm just not the right guy to help you pick
a wine for your proposal dinner.
Niles: Well, Dad, this is an important night for me, and, and I want
you to play an important part.
Martin: I guess it is an honor to be included. Thanks. [rising]
Well, time to cleanse my palate, I'm gonna get a beer.
[He heads to the kitchen.]
Niles: Now?
Frasier: Not yet.
Niles: Well, exactly how drunk does he have to get?
Frasier: [pouring more wine] To agree to take Daphne's mother out
while you propose to her? DRUNK, Niles.
Niles: You're right. Fill 'er up. Go ahead.
[There is the sound of something being dropped in the kitchen.]
Martin: [offstage] Whoopsy.
Niles: You're sure he hasn't had enough?
Frasier: Dad, what was the name of that widow you dated several years
ago?
[Cut to - the kitchen.]
Martin: You mean Claire Wojadubakowski?
[Cut to - Frasier.]
Frasier: Not yet.
[Martin comes back in and sits down.]
Martin: Well, my taste buds are all sudsy clean.
Niles: Let's dive right back in. Bottom's up.
[Niles and Frasier take sips from their glasses. Martin drains his
full glass in one breath.]
Martin: Boy, I tell ya, I haven't had this much to drink since the
night I proposed to your mother.
Niles: Really.
Martin: Yeah. That was quite a night, I was nervous as hell.
Frasier: I love this story.
Martin: And then she said "No."
Frasier: What? I've never heard this version.
Martin: Well, she wanted to get married, but she just wasn't ready.
Frasier: Well, what was it that finally convinced her to say "Yes"?
Martin: Oh, you don't want to know.
Frasier: Well, come on, Dad, what Marty Crane magic did you weave to
get her to change her mind?
Martin: Actually, I didn't change her mind, Fraizh, you did.
[Frasier looks shocked, Niles bites back a smile.]
Frasier: Oh, dear God!
[He pours himself more wine.]
Martin: I'll never forget the look on that minister's face when your
mother waddled down the aisle of Saint Barthalelamew. Did
you hear what I said? I said "Barthalamar..."
Niles: Dad, there's a question I've been meaning to ask you...
Frasier: Niles, how can you change the subject after this bombshell?
[Niles looks guilty.]
Frasier: You knew?
Niles: Well, remember that time I had the chicken pox? Mom told me
to cheer me up.
Frasier: Oh, go ahead.
Niles: Thank you. So, uh, listen, Dad. Daphne and I, of course,
want to be alone on the big night.
Martin: Oh, yeah.
Niles: And I was wondering if perhaps you could take Daphne's mother
out for the evening.
Martin: You want me to take out Daphne's mother?! Is that what this
has all been about?
Niles: No! More wine?
Martin: I can't stand that woman! But if it'll help you out, sure
I'll do it. I'll go out with her.
Niles: Oh, Dad, thank you! I will never forget this.
Martin: Forget what? Ha! Just kiddin' ya.
[Daphne and Mrs. Moon come in the front.]
Daphne: Hello, all.
Niles: [rising] Hello. How was the movie?
Mrs. Moon: Not bad, considering my daughter's famous sense of
direction made us forty five minutes late. Then she got
me popcorn without butter and kept shushing me, just
because I can predict what people will say next in a movie.
Hello, Marty.
Martin: Ah, excuse me.
[Martin rushes into the kitchen. Cut to the kitchen as he comes in.]
Martin: I need a beer! Now, now!
[He gets a beer from the fridge as Frasier hovers.]
Frasier: Dad, you know we were just talking about the fact that I was
a, a guest at your wedding?
Martin: Yeah?
Frasier: Well, it's just the least bit startling and I have always
respected you and Mother and the decisions that you made
throughout your lifetime, but this information does beg one
question. Dad, am I...?
Martin: A year older? No. Your birthday's the same, we just faked
our anniversary.
Frasier: Oh, thank heaven.
[Martin pats him on the shoulder to comfort him. Fade out.]
Act 2
Scene 1 - The Puget Sound Ferry
THE DIVERSION
[Fade in. Martin and Mrs. Moon are sitting in a booth near the
window.]
Mrs. Moon: You know, Marty, I'm not surprised you asked me out.
Martin: Um, you're not?
Mrs. Moon: Oh, don't be coy. A romantic boat ride to a remote island.
I know when a man's trying to seduce me.
Martin: Uh, Mrs. Moon...
Mrs. Moon: Oh, it was inevitable, really. I mean, here we are, two
comfortable old shoes, looking for new mates.
Martin: Actually, I'm not that comfortable.
Mrs. Moon: Oh, maybe you just need someone to break you in.
[Peg from Martin's work walks in with a friend.]
Suzy: Isn't that Marty Crane, from work?
Peg: Right.
Suzy: Didn't you two have a thing goin' on?
Peg: No, we just made out at the office party.
Suzy: Then what happened? Blew you off?
Peg: Actually, I think he was kind of interested. He slipped a note
in my lunch, he drove past my house, he called me a couple of
times and hung up.
Suzy: And you didn't do anything. What were you thinking? He's cute.
Peg: He is cute, isn’t he?
[Cut to - Martin and Mrs. Moon.]
Mrs. Moon: What a wonderful sunset. I bet you ordered it just for me,
didn't you, Marty?
Martin: Actually, the sun goes down almost every night.
Mrs. Moon: Oh, you! Stop making me fall in love with you.
Martin: Uh, you know, I think there's been a bit of a
misunderstanding here. I didn't mean this to be a DATE
date, more of a friendship thing. You know, I really enjoy
your company...
Mrs. Moon: No, no. I should have known. [getting up] What could you
possibly want with a dried up old prune like me?
Martin: [following her] You're not a dried up old...
Mrs. Moon: Please, I don't want your pity. I'll just stand at the bar
and drink all night. Even though my doctor told me one
more episode could cost me me liver.
Martin: Oh, now come on...
Mrs. Moon: If you want to pretend not to know me, I'll understand
completely.
Martin: Look, you've misunderstood what I said.
Mrs. Moon: Oh, then you don't think I'm unattractive?
Martin: Unattractive? You said that, not me.
[Cut to - the ladies.]
Suzy: It's not too late, go over there and say hello.
Peg: He's with somebody! It'd be weird.
Suzy: You don't have to make a play for him, just say hello. You can
tell by his reaction whether or not he's still interested.
[Cut to - Martin and Mrs. Moon. He leads her to sit down.]
Martin: Gertrude, this is wrong. Your husband just left you,
you're vulnerable.
Mrs. Moon: I'm not vulnerable. I'm ripe and receptive.
Martin: Okay, I'll tell you the truth. You know, I was shot,
right?
Mrs. Moon: Yes, in the hip.
Martin: Except that the damage wasn't confined to the hip. There
were fragments that traveled...south.
Mrs. Moon: Ohhh, you mean?
Martin: Yep.
Mrs. Moon: Yes, but you can still...
Martin: Nope.
Mrs. Moon: But they have pills now...
Martin: Nope.
Mrs. Moon: Acupuncture?
Martin: Ooh! Don't remind me!
[He crosses his legs.]
Martin: No, the sad fact is, it just doesn't work.
[Peg comes walking up behind him.]
Martin: I have absolutely no sexual feeling in my groin area,
period.
Mrs. Moon: Oh, Marty, that's terrible. Oh, I am sorry I brought it
up.
Martin: Oh, that's all right, no harm done.
[Peg absorbs this, turns around and walks away. Fade out.]
Scene 2 - Niles' Apartment at the Montana
THE PROPOSAL
[Fade in. Frasier is in the kitchen, hovering over the shoulder of
Wolfgang Puck, who is cooking the proposal dinner.]
Frasier: Excuse me, Mr. Puck?
[Wolfgang turns with a frustrated look and slams his spatula down.]
Wolfgang: Yes, Dr. Crane?
Frasier: I, I couldn't help noticing, the crab cakes are getting just
a bit...brown.
Wolfgang: They're getting beautifully crunchy.
Frasier: I see. Because when I said "brown" I actually meant more
like "black"...like "burned".
Wolfgang: They're Cajun.
[Niles comes in.]
Niles: Is everything all right in here?
Wolfgang: With the food, no problem.
[Niles smacks Frasier on the shoulder.]
Frasier: Everything's under control, Niles, we're all set. You just
relax, okay?
Niles: I can't believe it, I've worked so hard to make everything
perfect for Daphne and now the moment is...almost...do I
smell burning crab?
Wolfgang: It's Cajun!
[The doorbell rings.]
Niles: It's her!
Frasier: Go! God speed!
[Niles hurries out. Cut to - the living room as he crosses to the
front door. There are a number of people waiting on the stairs.]
Niles: Everyone, everyone, places, places!
[They hurry up the stairs as he continues to the door.]
Niles: Coming, my sweet!
[He gets to the door, but continues to stamp his feet until the others
are out of sight. Then he opens the door to reveal Daphne, looking
quite haggard.]
Niles: Are you all right?
Daphne: Don't touch me, I have the flu.
Niles: Oh, you poor dear. Here, here, here, come here. Sit right
down here until we're ready to eat.
[He leads her over to the couch.]
Daphne: I can't eat. I need me mouth to breath. I hope you didn't
go to too much trouble with dinner.
[Niles glances at the kitchen door.]
Niles: Oh, no, no. I uh... Hey, you know what? A good cup of tea
and you'll be rallying in no time. [rising] You'll never
guess what I have planned for tonight.
Daphne: All I want to do is stuff Kleenex up me nose, collapse on the
couch and pray for death.
[She lays back.]
Niles: Keep guessing.
Daphne: I'm sorry, Niles.
Niles: Oh, that's all right. You lie here. I'll go heat up some
soup in the kitchen.
[He heads for the kitchen. Cut to - the kitchen.]
Niles: Dinner's off.
Wolfgang: [turning] What did you say?
Frasier: Look, Niles, even if the crab cakes are a total write off,
we can still salvage a meal.
Niles: No, no. Daphne's sick. Oh, oh, Wolfgang. Could you open
up a can of plain chicken broth and heat it up for me?
[Wolfgang looks at him in disbelief, then turns back to the stove,
shaking his head.]
Frasier: You're just canceling everything? The choir, the string
quartet, the dry ice?
Niles: Yes, all of it. I want this proposal to be the greatest
night of Daphne's life. What's the point of doing it if
she's too sick to enjoy it?
Frasier: Yes, but we spent weeks pulling all of this together.
Niles: Well, we'll just get everybody back sometime when she's
feeling better.
Wolfgang: [muttering] Not everybody.
Niles: All right, all right, listen. I'll take Daphne into the
guest room to lie down so you can get everyone out of here.
Just be quiet, I don't want to spoil the surprise for next
time.
Frasier: Rest assured, she won't suspect a thing.
Daphne: [from the other room] Niles? I think there's a bird loose
in here.
[Niles pauses in confusion, then stares at Frasier.]
Frasier: [guiltily] I thought doves might be a nice addition.
[Niles goes out. Cut to - the living room as he comes in.]
Daphne: It looked like a dove.
Niles: Oh, I think your fever is causing you to hallucinate.
[He grabs at a feather wafting down.]
Niles: [loudly] Come along, let's take you to the guest room for a
good lie down.
Daphne: [rising] Why are you yelling?
Niles: Because your ears are all stuffed up.
Daphne: No they're not.
Niles: They're not? Oh, maybe mine are. Gee, I hope I'm not getting
what you have.
[After they exit, Frasier comes in from the kitchen. He puts on his
jacket, goes to the middle of the room and quietly claps his hands.
People appear at the book landing, on the staircase, in the dining nook
and two short people dressed as angels come from under the table.]
Frasier: Shh, shh, everyone, very quietly. I have an announcement to
make. I'm terribly sorry, but tonight's festivities have
been indefinitely postponed, due to illness.
[All the people groan. One of the angels speaks up.]
Angel: But we still get paid, right?
Frasier: Yes, you still get paid. Now, I need all of you to file,
quickly and quietly, out the front door. It is imperative
that the young lady not know any of you were ever here.
Daphne: [from off stage] I'm telling you, that room has a draft.
Frasier: Hit the dirt!
[Everyone hides behind things as Daphne and Niles come back.]
Daphne: [o.s] Why can't we sit in the living room? I'll build a nice
fire.
Niles: [as they com in] No, no, no, we can't go in the living room,
it...has...that... [looking around] of course we can go in the
living room and have a nice fire! Come here and sit down.
Do you want to borrow my pajamas?
[She sits on the couch in front of the fireplace.]
Daphne: No, I feel silly in those, they're so big and baggy.
Niles: I'm the only one here who's gonna see you.
[As they talk Frasier frantically gestures for the people to crawl out
the door.]
Niles: Oh, how about some tea?
Daphne: Not now.
[At each moment it looks like one of them might turn, Frasier gestures
for everyone to freeze and swings the door shut, then opens it again
and shoos them out.]
Niles: Oh, I have some of those raspberry candies you like.
[Daphne pulls him to the couch.]
Daphne: No, you stay right here next to me, Niles Crane.
[As he sits, she lets out a big sneeze and Niles edges away from her.]
Niles: Get you a blanket, you'll catch a chill, darling. Get you all
comfy.
Daphne: Oh, I'm sorry I ruined our evening.
Niles: Oh, you did nothing of the sort.
Daphne: I don't know what I did to deserve you.
[He kneels in front of her.]
Niles: You kidding? I got the better end of this deal.
Daphne: Oh, yeah, look at me: nose running, hair a mess, I must look
a real fright.
[She has another sneezing fit and Frasier hurries the last people out
and closes the door. He then notices a server back in the dining nook.
He starts, then gestures for the man to come out. The server shakes
his head, wide eyed. Frasier gestures firmly, anger in his eyes, but
the server shakes his head again. Frasier gets down on his knees and
elbows and crawls, commando style across the floor.]
Niles: You are simply the most adorable creature I have ever seen on
this Earth.
Daphne: Oh, I'm sure.
Niles: No, I mean it. From your beautiful toes all the way up to
your crusty nose, there's not an inch of you that I don't
adore.
[Frasier stops at the staircase and points to the server, directing him
out. The server hunches over and rushes to the door.]
Niles: You know, it's funny. You could take a million years to plan
the perfect evening, and you'd never come up with this.
Daphne, I have to ask you a question.
[Frasier looks up at this.]
Daphne: Hold on.
[She takes a tissue and blows her nose, long and loud. Frasier takes
the opportunity to hide behind the staircase. Daphne stops, takes a
breath and blows some more.]
Daphne: You were saying?
[Niles reaches in his pocket and takes out the ring.]
Niles: Daphne Moon, will you, and your beautiful toes and your
exquisite ankles and your precious knees, elbows and arms and
fingers, shoulders...will you marry me?
Daphne: Oh, Niles! Of course I will.
[She throws her arms around him. Frasier holds his hand to his mouth
as he chokes up. At the landing at the top of the stairs, a "royal
trumpeter" comes out and lifts his horn. Frasier rushes up the stairs
and takes him down with a flying tackle. Niles slips the ring on
Daphne's finger. Fade out.]
Credits:
As Niles and Daphne cuddle on the couch, Frasier comes from the
kitchen. Wolfgang Puck, gagged and still holding one of his pans, is
slung over his shoulder. Frasier takes him to the front, deposits him
outside the door and checks to make sure he wasn't seen, closing the
door behind him. Daphne looks up, apparently hearing the bird again.
Niles looks, then shrugs. They kiss and she lays back down against his
shoulder.
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