All language subtitles for Cheers.S03E03.I.Call.Your.Name.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

What can I say, Eddie?
I'm sorry.

I just remembered
this isn't my night off after all.

We're going to have to cut
this lovely evening short.

Gee, I wish you would've said something sooner.

Well, I mentioned it over dinner.
You just didn't hear me over the oompah-pah band

and the noise that you make
when you chew bratwurst.

But, Carla, I've been looking forward
to this date for a long time.

These tickets to the RV show
weren't easy to get.

Please, Eddie,
I'm torn up enough.

- Coach.
- What?

You like RVs, mobile homes,
that kind of stuff?

- Well, I don't know that much about them, Carla.
- Would you like to learn?

Well, I was meaning to.

Coach... meet Eddie.

- Eddie, Coach.
- Hi, Eddie.

He's got an extra ticket to the RV show
for tonight, Coach. How's that sound?

- Terrific.
- Well, go ahead. I'll cover for you.

Hot dog!

Oh, some luck, huh, Eddie?

Well, I guess I'm not going
to get a good night kiss.

You might
if you're nice to him.

Boy, I can't wait to get there.

Eddie, do they actually let you walk
through those things?

Yeah, but you've got to
take your shoes off.

Oh, okay.

- Not now.
- Oh.

Jerk.

Yeah?

For once it's not you.

Mr. Fancy Bottom over there

feels his martini isn't dry enough.

Oh, well, do you want me to kill him
for you, Diane?

It's too good for him.

Hey, come on, lighten up, here.

This is a bar, you know.

People come here
to have a good time.

Yeah, and don't you just hate them
for it?

- What's wrong, honey?
- I'm having a bad day.

Am I allowed to have a bad day?

Sure. You've given us plenty.
Keep one for yourself.

I hope you'll find that
to your satisfaction.

We here at Cheers

aspire to make every customer
a happy customer.

It's still not dry enough.

Drink it!

Uh... Excuse me,
folks.

She gets a little upset, still,
ever since I dumped her. Um...

Let me handle this for you.
Coach, make this gentleman

the driest martini in town, will you?
On the house.

- Right.
- Please, forgive her.

She's a hotheaded
little firebrand.

Half my day is spent apologizing
to nice customers like you.

Carla,
I'm in no mood.

Now, now, we're talking
about someone else, dear.

One vodka, rocks.

Hey, hey, is there
anything I can do?

No... this problem

is strictly between myself
and Frasier Crane.

Suffice it to say,

he insists on making mountains
out of molehills.

He wants you
to wear a padded bra?

Go mate with a squid.

Please, forgive her again.

She spent time in an institution
recently.

- Hey, good afternoon, everybody.
- Hey, Cliff ie.

Boy, can you believe the way
those Sox are playing?

Ah, boy, I really miss those carefree,
halcyon days when my only concern

was a group of young lads
playing baseball.

Cliff ie, you got
something on your mind?

The shocking truth is today,
I saw a fellow postal employee

remove a fragrance sample
from a magazine.

So?

So, Sammy, that's in direct violation
of postal employee regulations.

It's a smudge on the honor
of every mail carrier who

ever donned this uniform.

- So?
- So?

Sam, look, on one hand,
I don't want to be a snitch,

but on the other,
I can't endorse anarchy.

- What should I do?
- Compromise. Have a beer.

- Yeah.
- There you go, there you go.

Oh, well,
I see I should look elsewhere

for help on this, huh?
Diane?

I've got a little problem, here.

Who doesn't?

Valid...

Valid. Well, I guess my choice is clear.

I must follow my conscience
and report this.

Oh, come on, man,
a fragrance sample. Let it go.

Let it go, Sammy?

I let this go, and tomorrow,
Hitler is in the White House.

I can do without that.

Yeah, sure,
it's only a perfume sample,

but if the other employees
see him getting away with this,

they're going to start
taking things too. First,

whole magazines go missing.
Then social security checks.

Before you know it,

Grandma's fruitcake

doesn't make it to little Bobby,
Peggy and Sue,

and their little hearts
will be broken,

thinking Grandma forgot them
this year.

What are those little green things
in a fruitcake, Cliff, that...

They look like...
parts of tires.

Coach, I think you're getting
a little off the point here.

No, you brought it up,
Cliff ie.

Who is this menace to society,
anyway, huh?

Well, do you remember Lewis,

that fellow I brought in here
before?

Enormous
black gentleman?

- That's the one.
- Whoa, Cliff, Cliff, Cliff, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, come on.

I'd think twice before crossing Lewis.
It could be dangerous.

I mean, he's not exactly the kind of guy
who drinks tea with his pinkie sticking out.

Please, Sam,
there are ladies present.

- I'm sorry, Coach.
- Thank you.

Yeah, well,

I guess the bottom line
is that it'd be snitching,

and I just like to think
I'm a little above that.

- Absolutely.
- There you go.

What is that, Carla?

You're announcing the birth
of yet another child, or...

Or are you implying
something here?

You'd rat on a little guy.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I'm going to rat
on this guy too.

Come on, Cliff,
don't let Carla goad you into this.

No, Sammy,
as long as I wear this uniform,

I have a duty to fulfill.

I'll speak my truth
and take the consequences.

- Yeah, supervisor, please.
- Hey, come on, Cliff.

Hey, I don't care the risk I'm taking.

The voice of Clifford Clavin

is going to be heard loud and clear.

Hello.
Hang on to your yocks trap.

I have a terrible thing
to report.

- Well, good night, everybody.
- Good night, Cliff ie.

Hey, Cliff,

you... you want
to spend the night in my office?

Oh, Sammy, you... you still think
I'm afraid, don't you?

Oh, yumping yiminy, no.

Yeah. That Swedish accent,

that was just for
the amusement of the bar.

A-ha.

Hey, I don't care
if Lewis finds out it was me.

In fact if I ever see
the guy again,

I'll tell him it was me
and just clear the air.

You're the man I'm looking for.

I've been fired.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh, God, I'm terribly sorry.

Hey, you're taking this
worse than I am.

I just want to find out
who did it.

Did what?

Someone made
an anonymous phone call

to the supervisor
and squealed on me

for taking a perfume sample
out of a magazine.

Oh.

Oh, he fired you for that?

What kind of a chicken outfit
do we work for?

Hey.

Hey, Lewis, you... you smell divine.
What's that you're wearing?

Oh, Giorgio for Men.

Hey, who could blame you for taking it?
It's perfect for you.

- Well, sorry I can't help you out there, Lewis.
- Hey, you can.

You know how you're always
sticking your nose

in other people's business
down at the post office?

Well, I...

- Come on, you're nosy.
- That's me.

Well, I want to find out who did it,
and I want to find out tomorrow.

- Okay, you've got it, pal.
- Be here at 7, and don't be late.

Okay, well, you just be here
at 7, and don't be late,

- because I'll have that information.
- I know you will.

Yeah.

Uh, Lewis.
Thanks for thinking of me.

Tomorrow, I die.

Come on, come on, now.

Oh, the guy is going to beat
the living hell out of me.

Well... It's no use saying
I don't deserve it, though, huh?

- Nobody did.
- Yeah, thanks, Carla.

- Coach, let's go home.
- Yeah.

Carla, can I play my
French language tapes

on the way home,
please?

No. We hear them every night, and I'm sick of it.
Besides, they're not doing any good.

- Oh, yes, they are.
- Oh, yeah?

Say "How are you today?" in French.

How are you today in French.

- I rest my case.
-I rest my case.

- Knock it off.
- Knock it off.

Oh, Frasier.

- Hi, Sam.
- Hi, Frasier.

Uh, Diane left about 15 minutes ago.

Oh, darn. I guess I'll have to go over
to her house to shoot the breeze.

Uh, Diane is more
like a monsoon.

Yes, her breeze
is like a monsoon.

Good night.

Ahem!

Want to come in
and have a beer?

Well, I... I wouldn't want to impose.

Okay, good night.

This is fun.

I guess I've got a little time
for some barroom chatter.

Might even do the old boy
some good.

- Maybe.
- Well, I'll have a tankard of your finest lager.

Well...

I understand the local Boston Red Sox
baseball franchise

has a Herculean task of it to qualify
for the post-season tournament.

Yeah,
they really stink this year.

Stink?
Hmm, interesting theory.

You know, while we're
on the subject of Boston

and the world
and all of its people,

I... I have this patient.

Let's call him...

Oh, give him any old name.
Thor.

And...

for the first time
in my career as a psychiatrist,

I don't know
how to deal with his problem,

but, you know,
it occurs to me that you might.

You want my opinion
on one of your patients?

Sam, believe it or not,

psychiatrists do value input
from outside the profession.

I'd like the benefit
of your experience.

Now, you know women.

I mean, your sexual exploits

could be thought of
as a majestic, panoramic mural.

And Thor's?

A silly little doodle.

Well, yeah.
I mean, what the hell.

What's his, uh...
What's his problem?

Well,

Thor's girlfriend--

let's call her Electra...

...cried out another man's name
during the act of love.

Oh, Thor, ouch.

Precisely.

So, Sam, tell me.

You've been with a lot of women,
I mean...

when you were with one of them,

did she ever call out
another man's name?

Well, I don't think so,
but then, who listens?

I mean...

...usually, I've got the stereo turned up
and other things on my mind.

Tell me...

whose name did Electra call out?

An old boyfriend's.

Oh, double ouch.

Yes.

And although they've decided
that it means absolutely nothing,

which it doesn't,

Thor doesn't seem to be able
to get over it.

So tell me, Sam,

I mean, if Thor came to you,

what would you tell him?

I'd tell him the truth,
that it happens all the time.

Really, Sam?

Yeah, really.
I mean, it happens to all guys.

As a matter of fact,

I think I just remembered
it's happened to me before,

lots of times.

I think I turned the stereo up
in the first place because of that.

Really?

Well, thank you, Sam.

I'll pass that along to...

- Thor.
- Right. Right.

Well, it's getting late.

Uh, thanks
for the cold one, Sam.

You're welcome, Frasier.

The beer, I mean, not Diane.

You know, two sips of liquor,
and I'm a jack-a-ninny.

Gee, Cliff, Lewis'll
be here any minute.

Yeah, what's your plan?

Plan?

I have no plan,

not unless honesty, sincerity,
and straightforwardness are a plan.

No, I meant
your medical plan.

Hey, your humor's
falling on deaf ears, Carla.

Oh, good, then you won't miss them
when Lewis rips them off your head.

Sam.

Oh, Sam?

Barkeep.

Oh, I'm sorry, Diane.

Do you... want me?

Actually, I want two Becks.

Guess I didn't hear you
calling out my name.

Is there something amusing you
that I don't know about?

No, no,
why do you ask?

Oh, that stupid look
on your face.

Hey, come on, do I need a reason
to look stupid?

You have the best reason of all.

Okay, Clavin,
you know why I'm here.

Who is it?

Lewis,

I've written the man's name
on a piece of paper in this envelope...

Well, good.

But before you look at it,
Lewis,

let me tell you
a little something about him.

Hey, what is this?
The Dating Game?

Lewis, the man
whose name is in this envelope

bears no animosity towards you
or any living thing.

He's a man
who loves his country,

and what he did
was out of a sense of duty

towards America, God and...
and all that we cherish.

Uh, one other thing, Lewis.

The man who did this
is terribly, terribly sorry.

Please forgive him.

Well, uh... okay.

I've got
another job anyway.

Besides, if I were
to see that name,

I'd get so angry,
I might do something stupid.

Oh, go on, open it.

Lewis, I can't tell you
how proud I am

to see how you overcame
your need for vengeance.

Hey, and tell that fellow

he's real lucky
he's still in one piece.

He knows it, Lewis.

You'd better.

Hey, Cliff ie.

Cliff ie, you really showed me
something there.

Yeah, that was more
than just stupidity.

I think there was
a trace of bravery in there.

Yeah, way to go.

Really the way to go, Cliff.

Oh, well, thanks, guys.

All right,
who's Juan Torrez?

Hey, there must be
some mistake, Carla.

No, no mistake.

There's a map
to his house here.

Well... all right,

look, I know he wasn't
going to look in the thing,

and besides, he knows
it was me, huh?

So, what's the big deal?

Lewis'd never hit him.

Juan's in a body cast.

Fell out of a window
a couple of weeks ago.

What?

What "what"?

Don't be coy.

It doesn't go with
the sloping forehead.

Did I tell you your boyfriend
stopped by the other night?

What's his name?

You know very well it's Frasier.

Frasier, right.

Damn it. Boy,
that's an easy name to forget.

How you two doing,
anyway, huh?

Fine.
ls there something on your mind?

No. Why do you ask?

When there's a spot
on an empty canvas,

it tends to stand out.

No, no, listen,
if I had something to say,

I'd say it.

I'd even yell it out...

passionately.

What exactly did you and Frasier
talk about?

Oh, come on, Diane,
let's drop this whole thing.

I mean,
it's going nowhere.

I know we both have much more
important work to get back to.

I know
I'm running a little behind.

I hate it when you're smug.

It means you think
you have something on me,

and I emphasize "think."

Oh, I'm not
thinking here, Diane.

No, but this is
as close as you get.

Come on, why don't you stop
this silly little game

and admit that you're
still crazy about me?

You're the one
who always brings it up.

If anybody's crazy about anybody,
you're crazy about me.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not saying "Sam"
when I'm in bed with Frasier.

I'll kill him!

I'll kill you!

Then I'll kill myself.

Oh, now, come on.
You're overreacting.

I mean,
there's no need to kill me.

Hello.

Hello, your buttocks!
Get in here!

Diane, you seem agitated.

I don't know which of you

I hate the most.

Hey, that's not bad, Frasier.

Only two months,
and you're tied with me.

How could you
tell him?

Why did you
tell him?

I didn't tell him.
He must have deduced it.

Oh, please.

Hey, come on,
I'm good at "deducement."

How could you betray
my confidence?

Now, you didn't say
"no telling."

Oh, I see, I see.

Obviously, I made the mistake
of treating you as an adult.

Why would you tell him anything
to begin with?

I was hoping for some insight.

Insight?

From a man whose idea
of intellectual stimulation

is to count along with Big Bird?

Do you know
that in his arrogance,

he thought
that when I called out "Sam,"

I was referring to him?

And you weren't?

No.

It was a different Sam entirely.

It was... Sam Goldwyn.

His movies
always gave me great pleasure.

Diane, Sam, please,
let's not go on this way.

I mean, now that this thing
is out in the open,

let's at least face it honestly
and admit the truth.

What are you talking about?

There's still a spark
between you two.

I think it's best
that I just step aside

and allow it to either ignite
or extinguish itself.

Frasier, look into my eyes.

You are the man
in my life.

There is no longer anything
between Sam and I,

and you'll see the same thing
when you look into his eyes.

Uh, can't I just tell him?

Do it, Sam.

Frasier, there-- there's nothing
going on between us.

I mean, it's all over
between me and Diane.

I believe you.

Oh, Frasier, thank God.

How could you have doubted me
for a moment?

I don't know, I really
haven't been myself

these last few days.

Well, listen, what do you say
we take a weekend off?

You know, and go
someplace together?

Yes, let's.

Oh, well, I-- I'd better go.

I'm late
for my marital relations group,

and thanks.

Look, I'd like to apologize

to both of you
for flying off the handle.

It just goes to show you
that even psychiatrists get the blues.

Diane,
see you later.

Oh, and, Sam?

Yeah.

Go, Red Sox.

What actors we are, Sam.

Huh?

I'm amazed
we could pull that off.

Pull what off?

Fooling a man
so versed in human behavior.

There is a spark,
isn't there, Sam?

Well, uh... gee.

I don't think
it would take much encouragement

to... turn it into an inferno?

Oh, uh...

Yeah, yeah, maybe--
maybe you're right.

Sam, let's stop
stopping ourselves.

Let's let it happen.

Happen...

Happen, yeah.

Oh...

Oh, Diane...

Frasier.

Oh, yeah?

Well...