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Cheers is filmed
before a live studio audience.

Dr. Crane, look what I got.

That's quite a trophy, Woody.
I didn't know you played golf.

I don't. There's a trophy shop
down the street.

You just bought this trophy?
You don't even golf?

Why should I?

Because the idea of a trophy

is to show some sort
of accomplishment.

You should learn to golf.
Go out, take a couple of lessons,

spend some hours mastering
the finer points of the game.

And then?

Then you get better
and you can join a country club.

And then?

Then you can compete,
maybe enter some tournaments.

And then?

Then maybe someday
you'll be the best

and you'll win and you'll get a...

A trophy, Dr. Crane?

Congratulations, Woody.

There's something different
about Dr. Sternin-Crane.

I can't put my finger on it.
Is it her hair?

No, I'll get it. Her dress?

Oh, I got it...
Her husband's growing a beard.

Did I hear someone
mention my beard?

That's right, Woody. A beard...

The ultimate manifestation of masculinity.

Testosterone surging through my face.

Every red-blooded man's birthright...

hair on his chin.

I don't know why
I didn't do this before.

Because I wouldn't let you.

Oh, yes, that's right.
It all comes back to me now.

Hi. I'm looking for Woody Boyd.

Oh, Russell!

Russell, Russell, Russell!
All the way from Florida.

- How you doing, cuz?
- I'm great, man.

Hey, Sam, guess who this is.

Your cousin Russell from Florida?

Wow! What are you, a witch?

Hi, Russell. I'm Sam...

Sam Malone, I know.
Woody's told me all about this place.

Oh, Miss Howe.

You're just as beautiful
as Woody said you were.

Thank you, Woody.

Hey, there's Mr. Peterson.

Look... Mr. Clavin!

Hey, there's the Cranes.

You're right, Woody...
Like she's seen a ghost.

And there's Carla, right?

And Tecumseh, and the jukebox,

and the wooden lady,
and the little porthole.

Hey, Russell, I guess you know who I am.

I'm Paul Krapence.

Who?

I was going on and on.
I had to draw the line somewhere.

Hey, Russell, let me get you
something to drink.

Well, well, one of Woody's relatives.

- Hello, Russell.
- Hi.

Say, Russell, have you
ever been to Hanover?

I spent every summer
of my life there.

Yes, well, Woody's
told us a lot about it.

I'm sure we'd all be interested
in a different perspective.

Well, it's like any other
small rural town in the Midwest.

There's acres and acres of farmland
and hardworking people.

You know, it's also
the UFO capital of the world.

Enjoy your stay in Boston, Russell.

Thank you.

Hey, Russell, you can stay with me.
I got a real nice apartment.

The couch almost opens out into a bed,
most days you got heat and hot water,

and it's usually quiet,

except the couple next door
is off the wagon this week.

That's a great offer, man,
but I already made a reservation

in this cheap little motel.

Can I stay with you?

Russell, why don't you
put your suitcase in the office.

That's real kind, sir,

but like I just told Woody,
I already got a room reserved.

Well, then just while you're here.

Hey, Sam, be real nice to him.

He's heartbroken.

This girl's he's been going out with
for a long time just dumped him,

so he's come to Boston
to make a new start.

I think he's hoping
to hit the big time like me.

The big time?
Woody, you're a bartender.

You're living hand to mouth.

Yep. Back in Hanover, people think
I made a pact with the devil.

What's Russell going to do
while he's here in Boston?

I don't know, Miss Howe.
I was hoping he could work at Cheers.

What does he know how to do?

That's the question.

He was always off writing,
sculpting, and painting

while the rest of us were
bettering ourselves

by learning air conditioning repair
and riding dirt bikes.

Tell you the truth, I don't know
if he can do much of anything.

Of course, why didn't I
think of it before?

He can be a busboy.

Hey, Russ?

Sam, why don't we hire him
to be the piano player here?

Maybe, as long
as he works for tips.

Well, you won't regret it.
I know about these things.

I have a golden gut.

It must be worth a fortune.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought you said "golden butt."

Well, here's your mail, Rebecca.

Thank you.

Hey, Twitchell.

Hey, Clavin.

How come every other mailman
in this town is out there

busting his hump, and you're in here
sitting on your oversized irregular?

Return it to sender, Twitchell.

You left this in your box, Clavin.

What's that?

It's the official memo
regarding the new uniforms.

Starting tomorrow,
they are regulation wear,

and that's by order
of the Postmaster General.

Wait a second.

I can't believe you opened
my mail there, Twitch.

Hey...

That's a good one, Clavin.

But you can't escape the fact
that starting tomorrow,

we all have to wear
the new uniforms.

No exceptions.

Yeah? This is what I think
of the new uniforms.

Come on, it's not as bad as that.
You haven't even seen them yet.

That's right, and I don't want to.
As far as I'm concerned, it doesn't exist.

This is the uniform that made me
want to become a postal worker.

And this is the uniform I'm sticking to.

You wouldn't have that problem
if you washed it once in a while.

You know, this is insubordination, Clavin.

I got no choice but to report you
to the supervisor.

I don't care if you do.

There comes a time in every man's life
he's got to show his manhood,

put his cards on the table.

Can we just see the cards?

You know, you guys, if we're gonna have
a piano player that's this great,

we shouldn't hide him
up there in the corner.

I think we should move the piano
down here and put it against this wall.

If you help me move it,
I'll give each of you a free beer.

Great. I suppose you think
we're a couple of trained dogs.

Every time you want us to do something,
you waggle a free beer under our faces.

We have some self-respect,
we have a little dignity.

Am I right, Paul?

If I do it by myself,
can I have both beers?

Sure.

Way to go, fathead.
I was working her for a pitcher.

There. That wasn't so hard.

For guys that know
what they're doing, no problem.

Let's hope Rebecca
doesn't need us to move it back.

That could get a little hairy.

That's great, Russell.

All right!

Thanks a lot, Miss Howe.

Say, what would you call
that color of hair?

What, this hair?

Well, it's nothing unusual.

It's just...

medium chestnut
with auburn highlights.

Is that what it said
on the bottle?

Why do you ask, Russell?

Well, I was hoping
to use it in a song.

Do you mind if I just say...

The color of romance

The color of longing

The color of the feeling I get

When I see you smile

Okay.

I think we have a May/December
thing happening here.

Yeah, December of the following year.

He's got a major case
of puppy love going here.

He's following you around,
asking to do errands for you,

wanting rides back to the motel.

So what if he has
a little crush on me?

I think it's sweet.

Rebecca, you know, I've seen
this type of behavior before.

When Frasier first had a crush on me,

he had difficulty
expressing his feelings.

He was very shy,

so he expressed them
in other ways...

Calling me at all hours, and then
when I answered, hanging up.

Just sitting quietly in his car
in front of my house hour after hour.

Going through my mail,

then carefully replacing
the letters in my mailbox.

In other words, stalking me.

I got what I wanted, didn't I?

You know, you guys,
there's no need to worry about this.

I mean, if it gets out of hand,
I know just what to do.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to dedicate a song

to a very, very lovely lady...

Miss Rebecca Howe.

I spent last night

Dreaming of your eyes

But your hair

Kept getting in the way

Your lips dropped in

To tell me how you'd been

And when I tried to kiss them

My pillow told me I missed them

Your voice dropped by

And sang a lullaby

And it was then I knew

Just what to do

I'd fall asleep, and then

I'd dream

Of you

Again

Sure, but ask him
to fix an air conditioner.

My muse.

My inspiration.

Oh, Sam, he's so sweet.

I don't want to hurt his feelings.

What do you say
when you break up with a woman?

I usually say, "I'll call you tomorrow."

Wow! Russell and Miss Howe.

I never thought of it,
but it could work.

They could go out.
They could hit it off,

maybe even get married.

Hey, who knows?

Maybe he could give her
the baby you couldn't.

That was a choice, Woody.

Thanks a lot for the ride, Rebecca.

You feel like coming in
for a cup of coffee?

No, thanks, Russell.

Russell, I had something
I wanted to say to you,

and I didn't get
a chance to in the car.

I don't know exactly how to put it.

I wanted to talk to you
about the crush you have on me.

I don't have a crush on you, Rebecca.

You what?

I don't have a crush on you.

- You don't?
- No.

Oh, my God!
I'm so embarrassed!

Oh, dear. Oh, well.

All right, I will come in
and have that cup of coffee.

Yeah, come on in.

After you.

Rebecca, I don't have
a crush on you.

I just love you
with all my heart and soul.

Thank you.

Say, folks, I'm going
to be taking a short break.

Woody, have you seen my snifter?

Oh, it's over there.

Sam, you want to put
a head on this, please?

- That's yours.
- Thanks.

Say, Sam, is Rebecca coming in today?

Well, she's scheduled to work,
so I'm not really sure.

Maybe I should swing by her place
and see if she's all right.

Say, does anybody know
where she lives?

Never mind. I'll find it.

Thank God he's gone.

Where the hell
have you been all afternoon?

Hiding up at Melville's,
waiting for Russell to leave.

You know, I sat up there
for three hours,

pushing my glass around,
making moronic small talk.

If I ever get like that,
put a gun to my head.

I thought he had
a little crush on me.

It's a full-blown obsession.
The man worships me.

It's like he's a little bit off balance,
if you know what I mean.

He worships you, and you think
he's a little off balance?

Woody, was Russell
different in any way

when he was growing up?

Well, he does have
one little quirk.

When he likes something,
he really gets carried away.

I mean, one time
he liked trains...

I mean, really liked them.

Collected them,
wrote songs about them,

pasted pictures all over his walls.

In fact, he even thought
he was a train for a while.

Every morning at 7:53,

you could hear him
coming through town.

What do I do?

The advisable course of action
is to not take any chances.

A woman living alone
who feels threatened in any fashion

is entitled to police protection.

I thought I'd just
be a little bit more direct

and tell him I wasn't interested.

- Yeah, right.
- Be direct.

Lay people.

Can I help you?

Do you have a Clavin here?

Yeah, but it hasn't been
flushing right lately.

Well, maybe...

There he is!
There's the renegade!

Ah, hey, Twitchell.

What did you do,
tell your dad on me?

Henderson.

Postal inspector, South Branch.

There have been reports
of your refusal to wear

the new postal uniform.

Oh, gee, I wonder
who reported me.

It was me, stupid.

That's the only reason
I've come in here on my day off

to see you knuckle under.

Yeah, so what if I don't
wear this new uniform?

Then I'll have no choice but to put you
under immediate suspension.

You wouldn't do that.

When I'm through with you,
you'll be lucky to get a job

sticking flyers under windshield wipers.
Now, what's it going to be?

All right.

You win this time.

Hey, Paul. Guard the men's
room door for me, will you?

I'm going to be naked in there.

Again?

Hey, hey!

Hook, line, and sinker.

Hey, fellas, what's up?

Sam, I want you to meet
my brother-in-law Frank.

Hi, Sam.

What are you guys trying to pull?

I'm sick of Clavin
shooting off his mouth

about the new uniforms.
He's never even seen them,

so we came up
with our own Clavin version.

The old fake uniform gag.

Why didn't we think of that?
I'm a little disappointed in all of us.

I just think we're
gonna have to work

a little harder around here.

There you are, Rebecca.

Hello, Russell.

- Where have you been?
- Hiding.

I mean, doing my taxes.

Russell, I think you and I
need to have a little talk.

Sure. I could talk to you all night.
In fact, I have... in my own way.

Russell, have a seat.

Rebecca, I hope I didn't
frighten you last night

with my little tribute
to you on the walls.

Russell, you have to stop this.

I'm not worthy
of all this attention.

I'm Rebecca. I'm nobody. I'm nothing.

I know. That's what Carla told me,

and Cliff, and Norm,
and Paul, and cousin Woody...

Well, anyway...

And Mr. Hill upstairs,
and Ruben the busboy...

The point...

Russell, you're young,
attractive, and sensitive,

and, you know, there's just
so many women out there for you.

I'm just not the one.

Well, I've heard
this speech before. Just...

Just pipe down
and put some clothes on,

and we'll call Amtrak security, right?

Is that it?

Is that the one?

Yes, Russell,
you pretty much said it for me.

Well, I won't bother you anymore.

I guess my little songs and doodles

could never have won
the heart of a woman

as beautiful and wonderful as you.

Shoot, I'm a richer person
for having known you, Rebecca.

You'll always be special.

I'm glad I don't have
to deal with that anymore.

"I love you, Rebecca.

I love you, Rebecca."

Who needs it?

I feel better.

Any year now, Clavin!

I'm coming, I'm coming,
for crying out loud!

Hold your horses.

Well... I was wrong.
This thing is great.

Well, you haven't seen the hat.

Wow! All right!

Now, this is a uniform
that demands respect.

Yes, sir! There's going to be
one less reason to make fun

of Cliff Clavin tonight!

No, Mrs. Clavin, it wasn't us.

It was a couple of guys
from the post office.

Yeah. I know, I wish
we could have thought of it, too.

It was... you're kicking yourself, yeah.

Okay. Well, we'll talk
to you later. Bye-bye.

She's not exactly
Donna Reed, is she?

No.

Sam, I've been in there
thinking about Russell.

I mean, what's wrong
with somebody paying attention to me?

So he loves me. Is that a crime?

I'm gonna go talk to him.
Somebody cover for me.

Cover for what?
You don't do anything around here.

Seriously, what does she do
around here, anyway?

Russell?

Russell, it's me, Rebecca!

Russell, I know you can hear me!

Russell, I was wrong
to turn you away!

Russell, I'm coming in!

I want you to give me
another chance!

Oh, hi, Rebecca.

Isn't Carla dreamy?