All language subtitles for Episode 621 Our Hourly Bread

Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

Hey, Sack-Happy,
how you doing?

Hey, there,
Rubber Thumbs.

Hey, I thought
you'd be

on a dim route by now.

I don't see you pushing

many number one sacks
there, Clavin.

What the heck
are they talking about?

It's kind of a postal rap.

Hey, there's a flap
that you had a
brush with utility.

Ah, 604 is all the way.

Yeah, well, you
know the scheme fin.

Yeah.

You know, I actually once
thought of asking Cliff

what it all meant, but
then it occurred to me

he might tell me.

( piano intro playing )

� Making your way
in the world today �

� Takes everything you've got

� Taking a break
from all your worries �

� Sure would help a lot

� Wouldn't you like
to get away? �

� Sometimes you want to go

� Where everybody
knows your name �

� And they're always glad
you came �

� You want to be
where you can see �

� Our troubles
are all the same �

� You want to be where everybody
knows your name �

� You want to go
where people know �

� People are all the same

� You want to go where
everybody knows your name. �

Well, I, I can't put this off
another minute.

What's up, Frasier?

I'm a man in a predicament, Sam.

I've got to find a gift

for the dearest, sweetest,
most wonderful woman on Earth.

So, you finally
dumped Lilith, huh?

No.

It's our one-month anniversary,

and I'm just stumped
about what to get her.

Any suggestions?

Well, you could get her
a nice "mank."

"Mank"?

Yeah. You know,
it's a mock mink.

I got one for Vera.

You cannot tell it
from the real thing.

It's great.

Unless, of course, it rains,

and then you just
toss it in the dryer,

and you leave the house
for a couple hours.

Well, I suppose
I'll think of something.

Wish me luck.

Hey, Cliff, new suit?

Oh, well, no, actually,

I just had it dry cleaned
there, Doc.

Uh, hey, Woody.

a beer, and uh, one for
mi compadre here, Normie.

Are you all right?

Yeah, no, it's just...

Sorry. I thought Cliff was
going to buy me a beer.

Well, uh, well, I am.

Hey, hey, Norm,
Norm, no, come on, now,

knock it off there,
will you?

Geez. It's just that my annual
civil service raise

came in today, you know,
at three and a half percent,

just like clockwork,
you know, as if, uh,

carrying that bag
wasn't honor enough.

Wow, Mr. Clavin,
you got a raise, huh?
Yup.

I've been hoping
for a raise for two years now.

I haven't gotten diddly.

Well, Woody,
that is an outrage.

You ought to walk
right up to Miss Howe,

look her square in the eye,
and demand diddly.

( laughing )

Ah, tell you what,
you work overtime,

you get over-diddly, pal.

( laughing )

And, uh, diddly-
and-a-half on weekends,

( laughing ):
and, uh, golden diddly
on holidays, too.

Uh, Cliff, Cliff...

The secret
is knowing when to stop.

Hey, uh, Sam?
Yeah?

Do you think Miss Howe

would give me a raise
if I asked her?

Well, let's see, uh,
you're a good bartender,

you've never had a vacation,
you never been out sick.

Probably not.

Aw, gee, really, Sam?
Oh, she's tough.

Maybe if you get her
in a good mood.

Uh, how do I do that?

Well, put her in a good mood,
you know?

Be nice to her;
compliment her.

Compliment-- right.
Yeah.

Okay, thanks, Sam.
Mm-hmm.

I'll do it.

Uh, what should I compliment?

I don't know;
first thing you see, Woody.

REBECCA:
Come in.

Miss Howe,
did I ever tell you

you have a nice...?

uh, smile?

Thank you, Woody.

( softly ):
Yeah.

Was there something you wanted?

Well, uh, Miss Howe,

I've been here at Cheers
for quite a while now.

I'm a good worker,

I don't take vacations,
I'm never sick,

and I was just wondering if...

No, Woody, Woody, I'm going
to have to stop you right there.

I cannot give you a title.

"Title"?

Yes, I know you deserve it,
but the front office

just doesn't let me
hand those things out.

No, Miss Howe,
you don't understand.

You know, sometimes people
work here ten, 15 years

before receiving a title.

How can I justify...?

Miss Howe, I want a raise.

Oh, is that all?

That's fine.

How much do you want?

Just like that?
Well, of course.

I thought you came in here
to beat me out of a title,

but if you just want

to settle for money,
well, that's fine.

Wait a minute.

Let's just stick
with this title thing.

No, no, Woody, you said
you would settle for a raise.

Now, I'm going
to hold you to it.

Oh, no, I blew it!

I should have demanded
a title.

Money gets spent,
but titles are forever.

No, Woody, I told you...

Doggone it, Miss Howe,

you're not going
to palm some raise off on me.

I don't want money.

I-I deserve a title.

Woody, I've met some tough
negotiators in my life...

All right, you deserve it.

I'll go to the mat for you.

Congratulations.

You're the new
Senior Bartender.

Get out! Senior Bartender?!

Wait till I tell my folks!

To think I came in here

asking for
a stupid little raise,

and now this.

I just hope
it doesn't go to my head.

Oh... that's what's nice
about you, Woody.

Nothing ever goes to your head.

Hey.

So, did you get
the raise?

Sammy, Sammy, Sammy,
Sammy, Sammy.

There's more to
life than money.

Oh, no,
you didn't get the raise.

I got something
much better.

You're looking at Cheers'
new Senior Bartender.

Oh, Woody, you didn't fall
for that, did you?

Fall for what?

Oh, man, she conned you.

She talked you
into accepting a title

instead of a raise.

I don't believe you.

Hey, I'd like to
see you do better.

( chuckling ):
Hey...

she may be able
to pull the wool

over your eyes,
but not mine.

As a matter of fact,

I'll prove it to you.

You know, I'm due for a raise
around here.

Behold the master here.

Woody, watch the bar.

Sam.
Mm-hmm.

Considering my new title,

I don't think you can just
give me orders like that.

You're right.

Please forgive me.

Um, I respectfully
request permission

to ask you
to watch the bar, sir.

Money can't buy
that kind of respect.

I was wondering...

The answer is no.

Oh, come on, a little raise
is not going to kill you.

No, a little raise

is not going
to kill me.

And neither are
those little free
rounds of drinks

we're always
giving everyone.

Or the little bar tabs

all our friends are
always running up.

But you add them all together,
and they spell bankruptcy.

Which is probably
more than you can do.

Wait a minute.

What do you mean
"bankruptcy"?

We're losing money, Sam.

And as long as we are,

no one's getting a raise.
Nothing.

All right, all right.

But if you want to go out there

and save face
in front of your friends,

I can give you a title
just like I did Woody.

Oh... come on.

A-a title to save face?

How childish do you think I am?

Senior Bartender, huh?

Well, Wood, you
know, I'd say a, uh,

little promotion like that

kind of deserves a round
of drinks on the house.

Aw, gee, Mr. Peterson,
I'd love to,

and I-I'm real sorry, but gosh,
I-I just don't think I'd better.

Boy, you give a guy a title,
he turns into a fascist.

So, Wood, now that you scratched
and clawed your way

to the top of your profession,

are you still going
to talk to us little people?

"Little people"?

Oh, right, uh,
you folks don't like

to be called midgets anymore.

Sure, I'll talk to you.

It won't be easy with
your tongue in another state.

So, Sam, how much did you get?

Well, it's kind of complicated,
Woody.

It's all tied up with bonuses
and stock options.

But I can

tell you that,
uh, you're looking at

the new Executive
Supervising Bartender.

NORM:
Well, congratulations,
Sammy.

You know, I'd say a
promotion like that

kind of deserves a round
of drinks on the house.

Nice try, man.
Well, you know.

You just couldn't stand it, Sam,
could you?

That I had a title
and you didn't.

Oh, come on, Woody.

These titles
don't mean anything.

You want to switch?

Right. Senior Bartender.

Like I've been dying
for that one all my life.

Hey, at least mine's
a real great title

and not a stupid
made-up one like yours.

Hey, mine is not made up.

Hey, hey, all right,
all right, all right,

knock it off, all right?!

Will the Senior Idiot Bartender

and the Executive
Supervising Moron

shut their yaps
for about ten seconds?

You're bartenders.

That's it.

You're a bartender
and you're a bartender, period.

( door shuts )

Carla's right.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, me, too.

I, however, am

the Managing Director
of Waitresses.

NORM:
Well, uh,

congratulations, Carla.

You know, I'd say...
Give it up, Norm.

That does it.
What?

Miss Howe, I heard about Carla
and Sam's new titles,

and I must say
I've got a problem.

You've got a problem?

I'll tell you
about problems.

I will tell you
all about problems.

We've been losing money
for the last three months.

I have just been informed

that if we continue
to lose money,

the bar is going to
be put on the block,

and then my career
will be over,

and so will everyone's
drinking days
here at Cheers.

Understood?

( door shuts )

Well...

maybe it isn't
exactly my place
to say this, but...

Cheers means about
as much to me

as it does to
anyone here.

This is, uh,

pretty bad news.

I'd say bad
news like this

deserves a sympathy
round of drinks

on the house.

What? Oh, what?!

You really don't think

we're gonna lose the bar,
do you?

I don't know.
I mean,
what are we gonna do?

Where are
we gonna go?

Home?

All right, listen,
listen, listen.

We-We got to think of some way
to drum up business.

Well, what do you want us to do,
force people to drink here?

Pour beers down their throats?

No, Carla.

Well, don't
be hasty, Sam.

Let her talk.
SAM:
Norm,

you-you work for the big firms.

What do they do
when they need a lot of money?

All right, first off, they...

They go and fire
all the dead wood.

Yeah, then what?

I'm long gone by then, Sam.

Well, what if we got something
real valuable

that everybody wanted,

and then gave away chances
to win it?

A raffle?

Sam, would you mind giving
my idea a little consideration

before you just jump in
with yours?

No, no, no...

R-Rebecca, hey,
I think we, uh...

We put our heads
together here

and came up with
a solution to
your problem.

Sam, please.
This is my problem.

I'll handle it by myself.
No, hey, listen.

Everybody needs
a little help
now and then.

( sighs )

All right, Sam,
what's your great idea?

Well, I-I think
you're gonna like it.

It's-it's, uh, real special.

I-I think
you'll be pleasantly surprised.

It's, uh...

well, we hold a raffle.

Oh, please.

Well, actually,
it was, uh, Woody's idea.

We could give away
a Caribbean cruise.

Hey, Woodchuck,
not a bad idea.

You think she just handed me
this title?

SAM:
Listen, it'd be perfect.

I mean, people would be pouring
in here.

We'll be out of the red
in no time.

Come on, let's give it a shot.

All right.

Why not?

It's a mark of how
desperate I am

that I'm willing
to take any half-baked,

hair-brained scheme
from a bunch of bozos like this.

All we ask for
is a little faith.

( door closes )

Eureka!

I have found it.

Sam, anything

compare to the ebullient feeling
one gets having discovered

and then purchased a fine work
of art?

Yeah, sticking your foot in
a pan of scalding hot water

when you got
a fungus itch.

Well, you may not know art,

but you know what you like.

So, uh, correct me
if I'm wrong there, Doc,

but that's from the, uh,

Machiavellian Cubist era,
isn't it?

No, Cliff, but, uh,

thank you for participating
just the same.

No, my anniversary gift

to Lilith is an abstract
expressionist piece.

Would it be rude to ask

what something
like that might cost?

No, not if you like
and appreciate it.

Sorry to interrupt.

SAM:
Say,

Frasier, w-why'd you buy her
a painting?

Why-Why not get her something
she might actually want?

Oh, no, Lilith will love this.

Oh.

It's an original Tidwell.

See, it represents
man's struggle

against intransigent fate.

It's called Number Seven.

No. Here, here.

Drink it in
for a moment.

And what does it say to you?

It says,
we got a live one.

I don't know.

I kind of like it.

Looks like a couple of dogs
getting real familiar.

Oh, wow.
CARLA:
Yeah.

Oh, yeah,
it sure does.

Somebody,
hose 'em down.

I should have known better
than to show you Philistines

a fine work of art.

Rebecca?

Yes. Uh, do you mind
if I keep this

in your office
for a few days?

It's my anniversary gift
to Lilith.

Certainly.

I hope she loves
you very much.

Woody, aren't you
finished numbering

those Ping-Pong balls yet?

Almost. I'm just putting
happy faces on all the zeros.

There's a shocker.

Boy, I can't
believe this.

This place has
been packed for
two weeks now.

This contest was a great idea.

I don't know.
I kind of like

the way it used
to be around here.

Yeah, know
what you mean, Normy.

All these damn
people here

treating us like
some kind of public
gathering place.

I think this little raffle idea
of mine turned out pretty well,

don't you?

Don't you think you ought
to give me a little thank you?

A little pat on the back?

Or you on your back?

Oh, Sam, when you
say things like that,

you make me love
you even more.

You're being sarcastic, right?

Are you?

Oh, Dr. Crane,
I'm glad you're here.

I hate to mention
this, but you've
had that picture

of the two dogs
in my office for
quite a while now.

When are you giving
that to Lilith?

I'm going to give it
to her tonight.

And by the way,

they are not-- and I can't
say this more emphatically--

two dogs.

Whatever. I want them out

of my office.

They keep
reminding me

of how lousy my
social life is.

Yeah, but to be
honest with ya,

I wouldn't mind winning
that Caribbean cruise prize.

Yeah, call me

Ishmael, but, uh...

Well, the Clavin men, uh,
all go down to the sea.

I guess I must have salt water
in my veins.

Too bad
there isn't an air bubble.

LILITH:
Frasier?

Oh, why there she is now,

the ray of sunshine
I call my blushing bride.

Dear, that color jacket
is not good on you.

Yeah.

Sorry, fellas,
she's all mine.

You can't have her.

( Frasier laughs )

Well, anyway, Happy
Anniversary, my sweet.

Same to you.

Are you ready for dinner?

Yes. Oh, just first,
I've got a little
surprise for you.

Now close your eyes.

Oh, Frasier, love, I'm really
not a proponent of surprises.

My father once asked me
to close my eyes,

and he left for two years.

Well, then, keep
your eyes open.

Uh, by the way,
are you familiar

with the artist Tidwell?

Of course.

Isn't he the one
who did the painting

of the two dogs commingling,
then sold it

for an ungodly amount
of money to some ninny?

Yes, that's him.

Well, what's my surprise?

Oh, surprise.

Well, it's
nothing, really.

It's no big deal.
( laughs )

It's just, um, my car.

Why, Frasier,
I'm overwhelmed.

Your Mercedes?

You know, nothing
says loving

like something
from Stuttgart.

Shall we?

But what does this have
to do with Tidwell?

Oh, well, that's
his name, you see.

I give all my
possessions,
uh, pet names.

Well, by the way,
my, uh, cufflinks,

Bert and Ernie.

WOODY:
Attention.

Attention, everyone.

Now's the moment

we've all been waiting for.

I hope you're as
excited as I am,

because this is
probably the most
exciting event

I've ever been to
in my entire life.

Well, e-except
for the time

that our prize cow
Velveeta gave birth

to a two-headed calf.

Now I don't
know how many
of you have seen

a two-headed
calf get born,
but the ones

who have will
bear me out.

Woody, Woody.

Actually, it's
not as exciting

as you might think.

Only one of the
heads could move.
Woody.

The other one just
seemed kind of dazed.

Hey, Woody, pick
the damn number, will you then?

Oh, okay, okay.

( crowd murmurs
with anticipation )

And the winner...

of the Cheers
all-expense paid trip

to the Caribbean is...

Number 99.

Hey, that's me!

( applause and cheering )

( Caribbean music playing )

Say, Woody, uh,

when you turn this
99 upside down,

it kind of looks like
a 66, doesn't it?

It sure does.

WOODY:
Uh,

excuse me.

We have a correction.

WOODY:
The winner

is 66.
Don't.

I've got it. I'm 66!

( cheering,
Caribbean music plays )

99:
Everybody,

stop the music,
stop the music!

( music stops )

What's going on here?

You called 99.

MAN:
Oh, he's right.

It is 99!

( cheering, music resumes )

SAM:
Whoa, whoa.

( whistles )
Hey, stop the
music here.

Uh, Wood, Woody, man,

we've got a little
problem here.

MAN 2:
Hey, what's
going on?

W-What's the problem?

You chose 99 first.

( patrons clamoring )

66:
Yeah, but...

but 66 comes
before 99.

( patrons clamoring )

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

what the hell kind
of place is this?

Who's the manager here,

and why aren't they serving
free drinks

to calm this angry crowd?

( cheering and whistling )

CLIFF:
This is...

This starting to stink
as rotten as those, uh,

game show fixes
back in the '50s.

( patrons clamoring )

REBECCA:
Gentlemen...

Gentlemen,
excuse me here.

There's obviously been
some mistake,

and I'm very sorry
about that, but would

one of you please
have the decency

to just give up the trip?

No way!
Forget it.

99:
Forget it.
No, lady, no.

Hey, hey, whoa,
whoa, come on.

You guys don't
really want to go

to the Caribbean,
do you?

Do you have any idea
what the sun does

to your skin
down there?

Oh, what are you talking about?

I'll tell you what
I'm talking...

Here, I want to
introduce you

to last year's
winner, man.

He's actually 24.

I fell asleep
on the beach.

Yeah, thank you.

See what I'm
talking about.

Listen, lady,

I don't want
to be a hard
case about this,

but if I don't get my trip,

you'll be hearing
from my lawyer.

Hey, what's your
boss's name?

I want to
complain.

That's it.

I've had it.
My career is over.

Oh, no, come on,
don't give up now.

Listen, you have come

so far to get
to where you are.

You gonna throw all that away?

Come on, go back out there
and fight.

Show them how tough you are.

How?

Cry your pretty little eyes out.

No man can resist that.

That is insulting.

I will not use
those tactics.

I will handle this
in a professional,

businesslike manner.

All right, all right.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

There has been
a mistake made,

but I am
the manager,

and I'm willing to
take responsibility.

What's important to me is that
I have two satisfied customers,

so I'm going to see to it
that both of you get that trip.

All right.

Of course, that will probably
mean the end of my job.

My career.

My life, actually.

But I don't want that
to have any bearing on this.

( voice breaking ):
I just want you both
to be really happy.

And maybe you
could send me

a postcard
from the Caribbean and

address it to me at...

Oh, I don't know.

The YWCA or skid row
or something.

( crying )

Now wait a minute, there,
dear, don't cry, uh...

( crying )

You won't
lose your job.

I'll, uh, give
up the prize.

You-You will?

Yeah, sure. I never
win anything anyway.

I've always
been a loser.

I've never been
able to hold
down a job. Uh...

The, uh,

wife left me a couple
of years ago,

and the... my, uh...

My kids won't
talk to me. I...

( sobbing )

REBECCA:
Oh,

there, there.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
listen, uh...

I-I don't really need
to go to the Caribbean.

You go.

No, no.

No, no, no. No.
I-I want you to go.

Oh, yeah,
my wife will understand.

I'm married to the most
wonderful woman in the world.

I mean, she's so kind,

so understanding.

And to think

that she can maintain
such a wonderful attitude,

despite being...
confined to that wheelchair.

It's just...

CLIFF:
That's...
That's the most

beautiful thing
I've ever heard.

You know
something,

they should both go.

( many people voicing assent )

Yeah, they should both go.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

What about my sob story?

I got eight kids.

( sobbing )

Heard it.

Well, how can
they both go?

We don't have enough money
for two trips.

Well, that
figures, huh?

Oh, what
a rip-off!

MAN 3:
Yeah.

Uh, whoa, whoa, hey,
hey, take it easy.

Take it easy now.

Maybe they can't
both go on a cruise,

but they can...

Uh, they can
both win a prize.

( crowd chatter )

What are you talking about?

Well, sure, sure, our
other first prize.

Listen, one
of you guys

can go on
the cruise,

and the other one
gets this very,

uh, very, special surprise.

Yeah, we have a...

We have a wonderful, uh,

wonderful other first prize.

It's a-a beautiful painting.

Huh?

Oh, my God,
is that an original Tidwell?

Y-Yes, it
certainly is.

I've always wanted a Tidwell.
Um...

Uh, would, uh...

Would mind taking the cruise?

Not at all.

( laughs ):
Thanks.

Boy, I've dreamed

of owning a Tidwell
all of my life.

And you tried to tell us
you were a loser.

( laughing )
Thanks.

Oh, music.

( cheering, music continues )

Say, does that, uh, painting
give you any idea

how to thank me?

Yes, Sam.

Next week, we'll
all chip in and
have you fixed.

Uh, excuse
me, folks.

We still have
the consolation
prize to give away.

847 hand-numbered
Ping-Pong balls.

SAM:
No, Woody,

Woody, Woody, man,
don't do that.

All right.

And the winner
of the Cheers

consolation
prize is...

Number 11!

Oh, no, here
we go again.

SAM:
No, Woody, let me
explain something to you.