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Oh, Niles, sorry I'm late.
Did you sign us up?

Frasier, I've been thinking.
How many years have we teamed up

for the tournament
only to be eliminated in the 2nd round?

- Nine.
- Exactly.

Don't you think it's time
we came up with a new strategy?

If you're talking about taking that
powder made from sheep's glands,

the answer is never again.

Actually, I was thinking
of something more fundamental.

It occurs to me that after nine years...

Niles, here comes
that two-faced braggart, Jim Blake.

- Jim, looking good. Ha-ha-ha.
- Thanks, Frasier, thanks.

So you signed up for the tournament?

Uh, I don't know. Have we, partner?

Awesome, awesome. Let's do it.
I'll see you on the court, bro.

- It's not what it looks like.
- It's exactly what it looks like.

Teamed up with someone
in better shape.

You know I don't care
about such superficial things.

You know, that Jim is bad news.

He struts around here in those
ridiculous-looking Swedish goggles

that everybody thinks are so cool.

Jim.

I wish you'd told me sooner
instead of waiting until the last minute.

Does Jim know
you're passive-aggressive?

What? Believe me, neither Jim nor I
expected this to happen.

Our games just mesh.

We would've teamed up sooner,
but the timing was never right.

Either Jim was with a partner
or I was with you.

Fine, go.
Just, go, go, go to your new partner.

I don't care. Who needs you?

Niles.

Don't forget to wear your wrist brace.
You know how easily you sprain.

Hi, Frasier.

Chelsea Gray.

- We met a few months ago.
- Yes.

You were kicking
the Gatorade machine.

Of course, I remember.

I had inserted my dollar bill
with Washington's face up,

as per the diagram,
and was vended nothing.

Did you ever write that letter?

Indeed I did.

- The matter still pends.
- Ah.

So did you sign up
for the tournament?

Uh, well, I was going to,

but, uh, I just found out
my customary partner

has, uh, made other plans this year.

Well, would you be interested
in playing mixed doubles?

I'm a girls' P.E. teacher, so it'd be nice
to play with a guy for a change.

Thanks for the offer,
but after what I've been through,

I'm not sure
I'm ready to partner up again.

Oh, that's too bad.
I've seen you play.

We'd make a good team.

You already resorting to playing
with the girls, Frasier? Ha-ha-ha.

No offence, sweetie.

Excuse me.

Nice shot, partner.

Here we are. Hello, all.

- Hey, guys.
- You'll never guess

who just won
their squash tournament.

If only we had a big shiny clue.

Oh, hey, that's great news.
Congratulations.

Well, I owe it all to my partner.

Oh, thank you, partner, but I think
it's really due to our partnership.

Aha. Well, now,
you know what they say:

There's no I in "team."

Like there is in "Niles."

So here, Dad, check it out.

Wow, would you look at that.

I didn't think I'd ever see the day

one of my boys would win a trophy
that didn't have a book on it.

Yeah.

Now all that's left on my list

is shake hands with Hank Aaron,
kiss Sally Field on the mouth,

and then I can go on
and be with your mother.

You know, Jim and I
may have our own trophy soon.

We're still alive
in the men's doubles bracket.

Oh, please, Niles. Your partner
couldn't be carrying you any more

if he put you in snugly
and strapped you to his stomach.

Well, I'm proud of both of you.

And squash might not be
the toughest of sports,

but it's still technically a sport.

What? Squash can be pretty tough.

Oh, no, no, no. I once saw a guy
break his leg in a mid-court collision.

And the bone
was poking through his skin,

and he still finished the point.

- That's the game you guys play?
- Hell, yeah.

Frasier, do you mind
if I use your phone?

No, of course not.
Come use the one in the other room.

That will give you some privacy.
After you, my lady.

You know, Dad,

when Jim and I win our trophies,
I think I'm going to give mine to you.

Thank you, son.

But I don't want you moping around
if your brother wins one and you don't.

Oh, please, Dad,
I'm a little more mature than that.

No, you're not.

It still bugs you that his name
comes first alphabetically.

But that was your fault.

Your girlfriend seems nice.

She is nice,
but she's certainly not my girlfriend.

I do find her attractive,

but I'm not sure I'm anything more
than a team-mate to her.

Well, from what I've seen,
I'd say she likes you a lot.

Really? She did kiss me once.

But I think that was just in an overflow
of emotion after one of our victories.

I suppose that happens all the time
on teams.

It doesn't.

Of course, I can't speak
for the Canadian leagues.

Well, truth be told, now that there's not
the excitement of the tournament

to fuel the fires,

I don't think we really have
much in common in the real world.

You have your ostentatious trophies.

Well, it was good seeing you all,
but I have to get going.

- Oh, so soon?
- You just got here.

I have an early faculty meeting.

Oh, here, I'll walk you out.

- Come back. Bye.
- Bye.

- Bye.
- Congratulations.

Well, I, uh...

I certainly had a great time
the last few weeks.

Me too.

Call me again
if you wanna play sometime.

I don't suppose you'd want
to take this to the next level?

Oh, I gave up my dream
of professional squash years ago.

That's not what I meant.

Um, maybe I could think
of another way to put it.

On, hi, Daph.

I didn't expect to see you here. Niles
said you were going out with Chelsea.

Yes, yes. I thought I'd stop by for a
quick pick-me-up before I pick her up.

- Does she laugh at that kind of stuff?
- You know, she does.

- Hold on to this one.
- I intend to.

Uh, espresso, please.

You know, every day,
I learn something new about her.

She enjoys reading poetry
in the bath.

She's an excellent cook.

It's like she's the perfect girl for me.

Well, I think you make
a lovely couple.

Even though Niles can't believe
you're dating a gym teacher.

He says it's a betrayal
of your younger selves.

Yes, it's perfectly understandable.

We didn't have much luck
with gym teachers when we were kids.

They were always so derisive
and ego-crippling.

There was this one in particular.

Coach Fuller.

He was the worst.

The kind of man that would make
the whole class wait

while you did your pushup.

It was just so traumatizing.

I would actually lose my lunch
before gym period.

Except on those days
when my lunch money was stolen.

Then I'd just dry heave.

- Niles has tons of stories like that.
- Hmm, yeah.

You know,
perhaps getting to know Chelsea

will help Niles to exorcize his demons
and put them behind him.

- He's running out of room back there.
- Oh.

- Hey, Roz.
- Hey, Daphne.

- Hey, Frasier.
- Hi, Roz. You all right?

Oh, I was fine
until I saw Julia in the parking lot.

- Why does she have to come here?
- For God's sakes, Roz.

I'm a little tired of hearing you complain
about Julia all the time.

- Why don't you give her a chance?
- How about her?

I have been working with her
for over a month

and she shows me no respect.

She's mean and arrogant,
but not in a funny way like you.

- Could I have a latte, please?
- Yeah, well...

The woman took a portion of my show
to do her financial drivel.

You don't hear me complaining
about her. Now, enough is enough.

Julia?
Why don't you come and join us?

Oh, all right.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

Hello, Frasier.

Well, isn't this nice?

It's come to my attention that there's
some tension between the two of you.

Now, as it is possible that we will be
spending a great deal of time together,

I think it's important that we establish
an environment of mutual respect.

To that end,

as it is impossible for the two of you
to communicate at all,

it's time for me to roll up my sleeves
and facilitate.

Finding some common ground
would be the first step.

Perhaps a love of plants. The sea.

You sure love to hear yourself talk.

- It's impossible to tune him out.
- How can you stand it?

The key is to know
when to say "uh-huh."

Fine, fine, all right.

If I am your common ground,
so be it.

Please feel free to tread upon me.

Uh-huh.

The important thing
is that you're talking.

- Communication is the...
- Just go.

Okay. He's gone.

Slowly.

Oh, be with you in a minute.
You can wait in my office.

Very nice. Nice.

All right, concentrate.

There we go. Good.

"Please excuse my daughter, Ruby,
from P.E.

She has a 'delibitating' disease."

Nice try, Ruby.

Okay, who didn't climb rope yet?

Campbell, you're up.

Oh, I'd forgotten how it felt
to sneak a kiss in school.

It always looked like fun.

So I'll be finished here in a second,
and then we can go.

Great, great. I thought we'd try
this new place I just read...

Campbell, you're not even trying.

Sorry. You were saying?

I read a great review
of this restaurant.

Apparently, the chef is from...

No one is leaving
until Campbell climbs the rope.

Excuse me for a moment.

Come on.
You can sleep through English.

Toughen up. You can do it.

Let's go, Campbell.

Everybody's waiting.

Come on, Crane.

Nobody is going home

until you haul that fat bucket of lard
to the top.

I can't.

I can't.

Just give me a few minutes,
and I'll be ready to go.

Oh, I just need you to do one thing.

Drop and give me 20, Crane.

I beg your pardon?

Could you just round up
the basketballs

and put them in the rack over there?

- Thanks.
- Oh.

Frasier,

Niles has something
he needs to tell you.

Go on, tell him.
I'm sick of hearing you complain.

I made a mistake
partnering with Jim.

Our styles never really meshed,
which wasn't my fault.

But that didn't stop him
from losing his temper during a match,

and he yelled at me.

With you, it was different.

You brought honour to the game.

Rejoin me, Frasier, and together,
we can rekindle the magic.

Please, take him back.

I cannot listen to another draft
of this speech.

- I'll see you at home, sweetie.
- Thanks, honey.

Niles, I'll gladly re-team with you.

Just like that?

Well, I expected you to gloat,
to rub it in, make me suffer.

Don't you care?

My apologies, Niles.
It's just that I'm a little distracted

about something that happened
yesterday at Chelsea's school.

I'm sorry, but that reminds me,
Chelsea sent me the sweetest gift

after Jim and I were eliminated.

It's an actual squash
with a smiley face drawn on it.

- That's cute.
- Yeah.

When you first started dating her,

I couldn't get past the fact
that she was a gym teacher.

But she's proven to be nothing
like I expected. Kudos to you.

- I'm not sure I deserve such praise.
- No, no, don't be so modest.

You truly have a gift for seeing
the inner beauty in a person.

I do try.

Yes, well... Speak of the devil,
here's Dad and Chelsea now.

Hey, guys, look who I ran into.

Hello, Dad. Hi, Chelsea.

Niles.

- Hello, sweetie.
- Yeah.

That's a lovely outfit.

Really? You think so, huh?

I thought it might be a little racy,
but then I thought, "What the hell."

What do you think, Frasier?

Oh, it's, uh, very becoming.

Thank you.

Just let me grab a drink
and we'll be ready to go.

I usually stay out
of your love affairs, son,

but you've got a good one here.
Definitely a keeper.

Yes, and might I add, and excuse
my gutter speak, hubba-hubba.

Well, back to our best behaviour.
There's a lady present.

I'm ready, sweetie.

Love is a smoke
raised on the fume of sighs,

being purged,
a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes.

- You all right?
- What?

- I'm fine.
- Okay.

I am a vessel.

Come tenderly
and fill me with the nectar of your love.

So I figured since you're the
financial guru, you could help me out.

Obviously, I don't want to get involved
in some get-rich-quick scheme,

but I do need to make
a lot of money really fast.

So, what do you got?

I don't like to talk about work
when I'm outside the office.

- Oh.
- Thank you.

Right. Me neither.

Hey, there's Roz.
Hey, Roz, come join us.

- I don't think so.
- No, I won't take no for an answer.

Now you sit down.

- Hi, Julia.
- Roz.

Well, I know girl talk when I hear it.
Bye.

- I'll go this time.
- Thanks.

You know, maybe Frasier was right.

Would it kill us
to make some effort to be civil?

I guess not.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hm.

So...

- Your show was good today.
- Yes, it was.

And... And your producing
was top-notch.

Thanks.

Sugar?

Please.

- Well, this isn't so bad.
- No, it's not.

Maybe we just got off
on the wrong foot.

When you first started, you know,

I just thought you were kind of a bitch
for ordering everyone around.

That's totally my fault.

I have a tendency to be patronizing
to, um, entry-level employees.

Well, you know,
I was gonna say something earlier,

but when I heard your first show,
I figured you wouldn't be here long.

Well, you certainly
made an impression on me.

I remember I kept thinking,

"Who did she sleep with
to get this job?"

And then I found out.

Everybody.

That's a good one.

There's a plunger in the bathroom.

What do you say
we go look for your career?

Great. While we're in there,
I can get your phone number.

Don't bother. It's 1-800-BITE-ME.

"Bite me"?
That's the best you've got?

Oh, I could spend half an hour
on your hair.

You should have spent an hour
on your hair.

Oh, really? Ha-ha-ha.

It's closing time, ladies.
I'm afraid you'll have to leave.

But we're just warming up.

You know, there's a place down
the street that, uh, is open all night.

Just like your mouth?

Just like your legs?

Hey.

Wait up.

So we're just gonna
go to sleep, huh?

I'm really tired.

You sure you don't wanna watch TV
or get something to eat?

No.

- I know someone who's ticklish.
- No, stop it, stop it, stop it.

Okay, Frasier,
you've been acting weird all day.

What's going on?

Well, it's a little complicated.

What is? Is there a problem?

Yes, Chelsea, there is.

It disturbed me yesterday

when I saw you yelling
at that little girl on the rope.

I couldn't believe how harsh you were,
and you may not realise it,

but that can have
a crippling effect on a child.

What?

I didn't think
I was being excessively harsh.

I was just trying to motivate her.

Yes, well, the way you were shouting,
it was hard to tell.

When you're a child, all you know
is you're being singled out.

I have no right to tell you
how to do your job.

It's my problem, not yours.

No, no.

You may have a point.

Maybe I do push too hard.

Sometimes I forget
just how fragile kids can be.

Really?

- You agree with me?
- Yes, I do.

Thank you, Frasier.

It's sweet of you to care so much.

Well, you're worth caring about.

Mm.

Now come on,
let's go have a nice romantic dinner.

Okay, come on.
Let me just go get ready.

When I heard you shouting
at that little girl today,

I swear it just brought back a flood
of memories from my own childhood.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

You know, my gym teacher
was constantly yelling at me,

because I couldn't do a single pull-up
or a lap around the track.

Not even one?

Oh, please,
I was a very late bloomer.

I could barely do a jumping jack
without getting a nosebleed.

And let's not begin to talk
about the climbing rope.

There we go. All done.

Well,

what do you say I get us a table
at Petite Auberge?

They do an excellent veal chop.

Okay.

After you, milady.