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Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

Excuse me. Could I have
your attention, please?

It is my pleasure
once again to present

the Cheers
Employee of the Month Award,

and I am delighted to present it
to our very own Sam Malone.

Congratulations!
Bravo!

I told you before,
I don't want that thing,

and don't put my picture
on the wall either.

I hate that stuff.

Great speech, Sammy!
All right!

Fine. Carla, you haven't been
offensive this month.

Why don't you take it?

Get that thing away from me.

Woody, congratulations.
You're the Employee of the Month.

Wow! Four months in a row.

I wasn't really expecting
this great honor.

I'm deeply moved.

You know, it takes more than one person
to win this award.

It takes teamwork.

I would like to thank my...

Hey, same to you!

That's it. I've had it.
I'm finished.

I've been embarrassed
for the last time, I'll tell you.

I just came on to Rebecca

for the I-don't-know-
how-manyth time.

4,659.

Thank you, Carla.

And she shot me down
once again.

Well, you know, that's it.

That's the last time
I'm gonna do that.

I'm gonna get my self-respect
back starting right now.

Whew! feels damn good,
I'll tell you.

You know, Sam, there's one way
to get Rebecca that you've overlooked.

Hold that
self-respect thought.

What do you got?

You see, it's been
psychologically documented

that all human animals

have an erotic...
hair-trigger response

to at least one
of the five sensory stimuli.

It could be
anything actually.

Sound of the surf

pounding against the shore.

The smell
of honeysuckle

on a warm summer night.

Taste of a vintage
Chateauneuf-du-Pape.

Fire red fingernails

dancing through your chest hair.

A black lace teddy...

Straining against
its fleshy cargo.

Frasier, man,
snap out of it.

In a minute, Sam.

Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy,
oh, boy.

Some mornings you get up,
look at yourself in the mirror,

and you got to ask,
"why me?"

Cliff ie, it's just a haircut.
It'll grow back.

I'm over that, Normie.

I got saddled with the job

of breaking in
a new postal employee.

So I told the supervisor
to send the greenhorn down here.

I could size him up.

They made you
a trainer, huh?

That sounds like a compliment
to me, Cliff.

You really are a civilian,
aren't you, Sammy?

It's a nightmare.

Those rookies, yeah,
they just get in your way,

ask you stupid questions,

throw off your whole rhythm.

Oh, God, this won't
slow down the mail, will it?

Uh-oh. Cliff,
greenhorn alert.

Excuse me.
Cliff Clavin?

I am.

I'm your trainee
Margaret O'Keefe.

Straighten up, O'Keefe.
You're in uniform.

I wasn't informed
you were a woman.

Sorry, sir.

Well, no offense, sister,

but I just don't believe

that women belong
in the trenches.

I mean, they're fine for sorting mail
or selling stamps,

but when you're
lugging a 40-pound sack

up a hill with a Nor'easter hitting you
right smack in the kisser,

you don't have time to fret about
going home and soaking your delicates.

I wear cotton briefs, sir.

That'll be enough
of that, O'Keefe.

Permission to speak
freely, sir.

Permission granted.

I requested you
as my trainer

because I want
to learn hard

and I want to learn right.

I want to be the best carrier

in the department
next to you of course

because I love the post office
more than my life itself.

Good grief,
there's another one.

The post office
is in my blood.

My father was a carrier
and his father before him.

It's been a lifelong
dream of mine to wear

the eagle on my sleeve

and to be a part of the few,
the proud--

The undatable.

Well, your attitude
is commendable there, O'Keefe.

Lookit...

I think you better
mosey on home now,

grab some shuteye.

You're going to need
plenty of sleep.

Tomorrow is TV Guide day.

I'll do you proud, sir.

Eh, we'll see
about that.

Was it my imagination

or was that woman
coming on to me?

Cliff ie, Walt Disney
should have had your imagination.

Say, hi, honey.
Frasier and I were just talking

about how sorry
we feel about you.

Why is that, Sammy?

Well, it's just that
you're always stuck in your office,

worrying about losses
and profits and career moves,

while we're out here having
fascinating fun-filled conversations

about things like...

Oh, like sexual...

Stimuluses... es.

By the way,
do you have one of those?

Well, I am driven
to a sexual frenzy

By people who mind
their own business.

No, no. Really, listen.

It's not like I'm going

to do anything
with it or anything.

Ok, I'll be honest
with you.

I do have one,
and I'll give you a hint.

Great. Why?

Because you'll never get it.

And I mean that in every
sense of the word.

It's a song.

That's it? It's a song?

One little, tiny song
that turned my knees to butter

when I was a teenager
and still does.

Good luck, Sam.

The clock is ticking.

Name that tune.

This is great. A song.

Man, you were right, Frasier.
Thank you.

What luck, huh?

How many songs
can there be?

I've been going
over the books, Norm,

and I think it's time
to pay your tab.

Gee, thanks, Rebecca.

I mean, it's time for you
to pay your tab.

Me? I paid it last month.

Okay. Okay. Fine.

Blue on blue

No.

Heartache

Cherish is the word that I

No.

In-a-Gadda-da-vida, baby

Right, Sam.
I was insane.

I'll find it.

Sam.

Why don't you try
"Che Gelida Manina"

From La Boheme?

It can be almost
achingly poignant

when executed correctly.

And it does turn Lilith
into a cheap tramp.

Sammy, Sammy,
Sammy, Sammy.

Aren't you overlooking
the obvious here?

What's that?

"Ballad of the Green Berets."

Oh, that's a great song.

Fighting soldiers
from the sky

Anybody who isn't totally moved
by that song

is somebody
I don't want to know.

Cliff, in honor of that song,

why don't you put on a little
green beret,

go outside, and sit
on a land mine?

Oh, there you are, Cliff.

Ooh, it's Cliff now.

Training must
be going very well.

She's a natural.

I'm really sorry
about today.

I can't believe I missed
that entire apartment building.

Ah! The tradition continues.

Listen, Margaret,
why don't we sit over here,

away from those who merely
wait for the mail?

Here you go.
Park it right there.

I just wanted to tell you, Cliff,
that I couldn't have made it

through training
without you.

You'll be graduating
with honors.

Really?

Well, how could you not
with the recommendation

I gave you, huh?

Oh, Cliff, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

In honor of your achievement,

I went out and got you
a little gift.

Thank you.
You really shouldn't have.

Arch supports.

Yeah. Yeah.

I got you the large size, too.

I noticed you got a pretty hefty pair
of dogs down there.

Cliff, you are so considerate.

What we've been through together
has been so special.

Yeah.

I wish there was a way
I could be closer to you.

Eh, scooch on over.

No, I didn't--
Oh, never mind.

This is so embarrassing.
I'm not good at this.

I mean,
why would a man like you

even consider someone
like me?

Margaret, what in God's name
are you trying to say here?

Cliff, do you find me attractive?

I mean, physically?

Cliff, do you want
to be with me?

I want to be with you.

So it's a date. I'll come over
to your place tomorrow night.

My place?
No. Hey!

Margaret, Margaret,
hold--hold on there.

Listen, last month,
my mother came out and stayed a while,

and she got to know
the neighbors real well,

and I don't want
word getting back to her

that her son
does bad things.

Then...

Why don't we meet
at that little motel

Just outside zone 27?

Tomorrow night
after work?

I guess I could make it.

Hi, Cliff.

Hi, Margaret.

Come on in.

I hope you like the room.

It's got a view.

Oh, the ice machine.

It's just like you
to think of everything.

So...

So.

So... let me grab
your jacket there.

Cliff, I know
this is an awkward moment.

Couldn't we just
somehow get past it?

I'm for that.

Oh!

Oh, Maggie.
Oh, Maggie. Maggie!

Oh, Cliff.

Oh, Maggie.

Yes?

This is the police.

My first time,
and I get arrested.

We aren't doing
anything illegal.

Answer the door.

Right.

Yes, Officer?

Excuse me.

We're questioning
all the guests.

Do you know anything
about this postal vehicle

parked outside?
It was reported stolen.

I don't know anything about it, Officer.

Sorry to bother you.

Yeah. Not at all, sir.

What are you, crazy?

You drove a postal vehicle
to a sleazy motel?

Well I was running late,
and I didn't want to keep you waiting.

Keep me waiting?

For crying out loud, Margaret!

You signed that vehicle out
in your own name.

Oh...

You've had it now. You've had it.

Oh, they're gonna drum you
right out of the service.

Well, Cliff, you've got to help me.

You've got to make up a story
to cover for me.

You want me to lie,

you want me to
to jeopardize my career?

This is my life.
This is my dream.

This is my shoulder.

This is our story.

Hello, Mrs. Howe.

I work with your daughter.
My name is Sam Malone.

See, I'm calling to find out
what Rebecca's favorite song was

when she was in school.

We're throwing
this little party for her.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Well, thank you. Yes, I do.

Thank you very much.

Bye-bye.

"You've Lost
That Loving Feeling."

Oh, no, Sam.
I'm just a little tired.

No, Woody, no.

That's Rebecca's song.

Hold the bar down here
for a minute, will you?

I got to get something
out of my car.

- Hey, Sammy.
- Yeah.

Woody. A bottle of bubbly
tout de suite.

All right. Cliff ie's
in a celebratin' mood.

That hearing must
have gone well, huh?

Perfect, Norm.

Margaret was completely
exonerated.

You really snowed them, huh?

Like a blizzard in Buffalo,
my friend.

Yeah. I told the supervisor
that we were set upon

by some armed thugs,

who then commandeered the vehicle,

took it for a joy ride.

A joy ride in a mail truck?

Cliff ie, I've beaten those things on foot.

Clavin, what's come over you?

You're lying to your superiors,

you're breaking rules,

you're covering up.

It's almost like
you're developing a personality.

Well, Carla, the King of England
abdicated his throne

for the love of a good woman.
Least I could do is tell a little fib.

Well, as we say down
at the post office,

here's looking
up your address.

Come on, Maggie.
Bottoms up.

- I can't, Cliff.
- Why?

How can we celebrate?

We've dishonored
the uniform.

I don't feel worthy
to wear it.

Yeah, I understand.

Look...

Why don't we go back
to that motel,

lie down, and talk about it, huh?

No, Cliff.

Do you think I fell for you

because you're a handsome,
sexy man?

I fell for you

because you're handsome inside,

but now, even though I'm
the one that corrupted you,

you are corrupt.

We're both dirty inside.

Let's go back to the motel.

They cater to people like us.

No. I can't be with you anymore.

I don't feel what I felt before.
I'm sorry.

Well... is there any way

we could, you know,
get that feeling back?

We can tell them the truth.

Oh, no, Margaret.
If you tell them the truth,

they're gonna know
that I lied.

Yes, but with your record,
the worst that will happen to us

is that we'll get a slap on the wrist,

and then we can get on
with our lives.

You know what's going to happen,
don't you?

What we did
back at that motel

is gonna become part
of the postal record.

I can live with that.

Me, too.

Do you think they'd give us
a copy of that?

Do you think they really rode
the carnal carrousel?

I think it's possible.

What a thought.

I know. if you don't mind,

I'd kind of like to forget it.

Hey, everybody!

This is Station W-S-A-M,

50,000 watts
of power-packed love

coming your way.

I'll be spinning
the platters that matter here,

and this next moldy oldie
is dedicated to the one I lust.

- Who is it?
- The righteous brothers.

Uh-oh.

Hello there, butter knees.

Oh, my love

My darling

I've hungered for your touch

A long, lonely time

And time goes by

So slowly

And time can do so much

Are you still mine?

I need your love

Rebecca, this tab, look--

I need your love

So... I can pay this
anytime you want.

I don't know
what got into me.

Please apologize to Vera.

Are you kidding? After that,
Vera should apologize to me.

Hey, Mr. Peterson.
How'd it go with Miss Howe?

Much better than I expected,
Woody.

"Slap on the wrist," she says.

"With your record, all we'll get
is a severe reprimand," she says.

So what happens?

She gets fired,
and I get six weeks

Walking
dreaded zone 19.

Zone 19?

Rotweiler Ridge, Norm.

Aw, what the heck?

At least, I won back
the respect

of the woman I love, huh?

Maggie!
What are you doing here?

Cliff, I've got to talk to you.

What's up?

After I was fired,

I wandered around aimlessly.

Nowhere to go,
didn't know what to do.

And as I was crossing
the bridge,

I actually thought I'd do
something desperate.

Oh, no. You don't mean--

Yes, UPS

Then I thought,
"Why should I do that?

There are alternatives."

I came up
with a wonderful idea.

The Canadian Postal Service.

Canada? Jeez.
Why would you want to go up there?

The mail's the mail, Cliff.

It knows no national boundaries.

- Come with me.
- What?

I've got two tickets, Cliff.

We could start
a new life there together.

Jeez, Maggie,
I don't know.

Go. Marry her.
Be happy.

Just don't have any children.

What the heck?
I mean, we come this far.

Might as well
go the whole nine yards, huh?

Well, let's go!

Hold on a second.
I'll be right with you.

Normie. Pal of mine,

I'll be seeing you.

It's for the best.

Cliff, did you just
kiss me on the neck?

I don't know what it is.

Nobody can keep
their lips off me today.

Fras, take care of yourself.

Carla, I forgive you.

- Sammy.
- Cliff, wait a minute.

Hey, man.
Just think about this for a minute.

You've only known the girl
for about a week.

I mean, all you've shared
is one night in a motel

And a huge lie.

That's enough for me, Sammy.

Well, Cliff,

why don't you consider what
you'd be giving up--

Your job, your seniority,
your pension.

Yeah, Doc, but have a gander

at what I'm gonna be gaining.

All right Maggie, hitch up
those huskies.

Canada, here we come.

Cliff, wait a minute, man.

Give this some thought.

Think about what
you're doing here.

I know what you guys are doing,
and I appreciate it.

But there's nothing
you could do or say

To make me change my mind.

Fearless men
who jump and die

Men who mean
just what they say

The brave men
of the green beret

Margaret...

You're a fine woman.

But I can't
leave my country.

My place is here...
in America.

I can't leave my home.

Can't you...
can't you stay here with me?

I'm a mail carrier, Cliff.

I have to deliver the mail.

I understand.

But, Cliff, it'll be so terrible.

I'll be so cold and all alone.

Who will keep me warm?

You'll do fine, Margaret.

Women have that
extra layer of fat.

Carry on, O'Keefe.

I'll never forget you,
Cliff Clavin.

Good-bye.

One hundred men

Will test one day

But only three
wear the green beret