06x17 - Dinner Party

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[N.B. This is the second episode, after [1.24], "My Coffee With Niles,"
that was sh*t in "real time."]

ACT ONE

DINNER PARTY


Scene One - Apartment
In Frasier's living room Niles is playing an elegant classical piece
on the piano by Bach whilst Frasier listens.

Frasier: You know Niles, I think I'm going to have a dinner party.
Care to comment?
Niles: [stops playing] I love the idea, what's the occasion?
Frasier: I got the idea last night when we bumped into Jean and
Hollis Ashley at the symphony, I've always wanted to get
to know them better.
Niles: Me too, they're such a charming couple: they remind me of
Maris and me when we were happy. [pours himself a drink]
Frasier: [doorbell] Really? I must have been sick that day!

Frasier answers the door: It's Roz wearing an elegant long dress.
She is carrying a red dress in a bag.

Frasier: [delighted] Oh, well Roz...
Roz: Thank you.
Frasier: Is that your dry cleaning?
Roz: No, it's Daphne's. Alice spit up on her dress so I had to
have it dry-cleaned for her. I also had to buy her new shoes
and detail her car, I've never seen a kid so sick!
Daphne: [enters from bedroom in dressing gown] Hey Roz, you look
gorgeous.
Roz: How much time do we have?
Daphne: Twenty minutes. I better get changed.
Niles: Where are you going?
Roz: Daphne has friends at the British Consulate and they're
having a big reception tonight, she has an invitation.
Daphne: [excited] Yes, who knows Roz? Maybe you'll meet some
English lord who'll make you a lady.

Daphne and Roz exit to Daphne's room laughing.

Niles: I think at this point it would take the actual Lord to make
her a lady.
Frasier: Well let's pick a date for our party. [picks up book] Got
your book?
Niles: Hmm.

Niles and Frasier look through their diaries, checking dates:

Frasier: The 1st is no good.
Niles: No: wine club. The second?
Frasier: Library fundraiser. Third?
Niles: No. Fourth, fifth, sixth?
Frasier: No. [turns page] No, no, no.
Niles: What about the 11th?
Frasier: No, concert tickets.
Niles: I don't have that marked.
Frasier: Yes, I'm taking a date.
Niles: Well isn't that nice. [writes in] 11th, "expect desperate
last minute call from F." Anything the next week?
Frasier: No, no... [notices] Oh, I've got the 19th.
Niles: [excited] I've got the 19th!
Frasier: The 19th it is then.
Niles: Huzzah!

Martin enters from the front door.

Martin: Hey, boys.
Niles: Hey, Dad.
Martin: What’s up?
Frasier: Well actually, after an unusually protracted game of dueling
date books, Niles and I have set a mutually acceptable
evening for an inteen soiree. [pause] We're having a dinner
party!
Martin: Oh, sounds good! Any date but the 19th!
Niles: Well, what is wrong with the 19th?
Martin: My poker game's here that night.
Frasier: Can't you reschedule it?
Martin: [angry] No! It's always the third Saturday of the month
and everybody shows. Jimmy once postponed his daughter's
wedding just so that he could be here, and if you ever saw
his daughter you'd know how risky that was.
Frasier: Dad, you know we wouldn't ask if there was any other date
that worked!
Martin: Do you really expect me to give up my game so you can have
one of your inteen soirees?
Niles: I knew he knew what that meant!
Frasier: Dad, please, couldn't you at least make a few calls?
[thinking] I tell you what, if you can change the day -
I'll cover your losses that night.
Martin: [swayed a little] Well all right, I'll try. But you know,
these guys live pretty busy lives - I can't always get in
touch with them.
Niles: Let's hope that dog track has a PA system.

Martin exits to his bedroom.

Frasier: Alright, Niles, back to our party... got any thoughts on a
caterer?
Niles: [excited] Well... Cornell Evans. He's pricey but he's the
best.
Frasier: Let's book him. [goes to phone]
Niles: Oh marvelous!

Frasier picks up the phone but it seems Martin's on the line:

Frasier: [to phone] Oh, I'm sorry Dad, I didn't know you were on the
line. [hangs up]

Daphne and Roz walk out of the bedroom. Daphne is now wearing the red
dress.

Frasier: Oh my goodness.
Daphne: Well we're off to the ball, don't wait up for us. [laughs]
Niles: Daphne, wait, wait, wait, wait, there's something on the
back of your dress.

Niles directs us to a white spot on the backside of her dress.

Daphne: [looks round] Oh my God, it looks like bleach or something!
The dry cleaner must have done it!
Roz: I saw it, it's nothing.
Daphne: You saw it?!
Roz: Don't worry, it's hardly noticeable.
Daphne: [distraught] Dr. Crane noticed it!
Roz: That's because he's always looking at your...
Niles: [quickly] Roz!
Daphne: Well, I can't go now!
Roz: Why not?!
Daphne: This is the only formal dress I've got.
Roz: Wait! I've got the rest of my dry cleaning down in the car,
I bet I have something you can wear, I'll be right back.

Roz leaves the front door.

Niles: [taking out a tissue and wetting it] You know Daphne, I bet
I would be able to get that out for you. [goes to touch it]
Daphne: No! The cleaner's spoiled it, he can damn well fix it!
[exits]
Niles: It would just take...

Niles goes to Daphne's room but is stopped by Frasier.

Frasier: [on cellular] Can I speak to Cornell, please? Yes, of course
I'll hold.
Niles: [going to room again] Daphne, I mean it, if I just had a
toothbrush and a jeweler's...
Frasier: Niles!

Niles walks back to the main room with his head low.

A few minutes later Frasier is still on his cellular.

Frasier: [to Niles] How long is he going to keep me on hold!
Niles: [Roz enters] Hey Roz, did you find any kind of thing...

Roz runs to the room without a word.

Frasier: [into phone] Hello Cornell, yes Frasier Crane here. Listen,
I'm hoping that you're not booked on the 19th. Oh Lord, yes
I understand that... yes, same to you. Alright, bye-bye.
[puts phone down] Damn! Don't you know it, the only date he's
got free is the 11th. Damn those concert tickets!
Niles: Oh, you know who might be available: Tyler Wilkins.
Frasier: Doesn't he work with Cornell?
Niles: Oh, dear God, no. They are mortal enemies: they were catering
a seafood banquet when Cornell flew into a rage because Tyler
had ordered Mahi Mahi instead of Ahi. Of course, Tyler blamed
it on Cornell's stutter and they haven't spoken since. [into
phone] Tyler, Niles Crane, yes. I was wondering if you were
available on the 19th? Wonderful, dinner for... 10. That's
great, I'll call you later on and we'll discuss the menu.
Thanks, bye-bye. [hangs up]
Frasier: That is wonderful, alright, [writing list] now you, me and
the fabulous Ashbys. That leaves six chairs to fill.
Niles: Well, we'll have to have Joan and Ted Birkin, that's a no-
brainer.
Frasier: Technically that's two no-brainers, forget the Birkins.
Niles: Wait a minute, you can't just steamroll over me, I want the
Birkins!
Frasier: I don't!
Niles: Well, I do!
Frasier: All right, we each have a right to blackball, let's say,
three guests. We will each get an equal voice.
Niles: That's fair enough.

Frasier brings over the nut tray. Niles gets three nuts and Frasier
gets three nuts. Frasier then places a bowl on the table.

Frasier: That's three for me and three for you. And just to get the
blackball rolling... [throws one in bowl] Bye-bye, Birkins!
Niles: What about John and Carol Peterson, everyone loves them.
Frasier: Not everyone! [throws his second in bowl] Blackball!
Niles: Why?!
Frasier: No, no, we never question the blackball. We just bow to its
will.
Niles: Fine, Nina and Arch Duncan.
Frasier: “The Drunken Duncans?!" Have you lost your... [realizes]
Wait a minute. You loathe the Duncans, you just want me to
waste a blackball.
Niles: That's insane, I adore the Duncans.
Frasier: Really? Well, perhaps I misjudged them. Very well Niles, the
Duncans it is. [slowly writing] Nina and Arch...
Niles: Oh, stop it, they're hideous! [throws in his first] Blackball!
What about the Walburts?
Frasier: Oh, I like the Walburts.
Niles: Finally. Gordons?
Frasier: I love the Gordons, now we're rolling.
Niles: How about the DiFalcos?
Frasier: [throws in last] Blackball! She is a twit. How about
the Whitneys?
Niles: [throws in second] Blackball! He's a dolt. [Frasier begins
eating another nut] Cromwells?
Frasier: [throws in nut] Blackball!
Niles: Look, if you're gonna... [notices it wasn't official] Wait a
minute, you're out of blackballs... this is a dried-up old
fig!
Frasier: So is Lucy Cromwell, I don't want her at my party.
Niles: The Cromwell's are in - the guest list is complete. Now let's
start calling everyone.
Frasier: Yes - starting with our guests of honor: the Ashbys.
[dials then in phone] Hello Hollis, Frasier Crane calling.
Listen, Niles and I are planning on having a dinner party on
the 19th and... oh. [to Niles] They're leaving to Africa on
the 19th. [into phone] Oh, gee that's a shame. We were
sorta building the evening around you. Oh! [to Niles]
They've got the 11th free.
Niles: No good, we've got that concert.
Frasier: I didn't ask you to that. [to phone] The 11th should be just
fine. Oh no, they've got a conflict. Oh, well that's no
problem - they were our very next call. We absolutely adore
the Duncans. All right, we'll see you then. [hangs up]
Niles: Not the drunken Duncans?!
Frasier: I'm sorry Niles, they've got plans for the Ashbys on the
11th, so they're invited too.
Niles: Well, I want my blackball back. [takes it]
Frasier: Oh, the blackball was dropped, it can never be...
Niles: Shut up!
Frasier: At least we're getting the Ashbys - in fact, you know what?
There's an additional plus - seeing as we're changing our
plans to the 11th, it means Cornell can cater.
Niles: Oh quick, you call Cornell, I'll call Tyler and tell him
we're canceling. [into phone] Tyler. It's Niles Crane
again. Yes, listen, it turns out we're not going to need
you on the 19th.
Frasier: [into phone] Yes, Cornell please.
Niles: No, no, no, we're not going with someone else. Cornell?!
[laughs] What gave you that idea?!
Frasier: Cornell, Frasier Crane. Listen, we've changed our party
plans and...

Niles and Frasier continue chatting to the two enemy chefs. Niles
walks towards Frasier and vice versa, however they brush past each
other and drop their mobiles. They don't know who's phone is who's,
however Frasier has an idea.

Frasier: [smelling phone] This one's mine, I can smell my cologne!

They begin talking into the phone - Niles acts as if he's talking to
Tyler and Frasier seems to be talking to Cornell. However they both
stop, realize, then switch phones. However by this time the angry
chefs have hung up.

Niles: Well, thanks to your keen sense of smell, we've lost both
caterers. I suppose we can always get Kiki Price.
Frasier: She still in business?
Niles: Yes, they dropped the charges!
Frasier: [delighted] Oh. I better phone the Duncans, hope we can
catch them before "Happy Hour"! [dials then into phone]
Hello, Nina. [aside] Too late! [into phone] Frasier Crane
calling. Listen, Niles and I are having the Ashbys over and
a few other people for a dinner and we were hoping that you
could join us on the 11th... Don't cry, Nina, please. Yes,
well, I've always loved you too. What? Joaquin? Joaquin
is coming in from Argentina, you'd like him to, to join us...
well?
Niles: [whispers excitedly] Joaquin?! Joaquin Warens, he's the
conductor of the Buenos Aires Philharmonic.
Frasier: [to Niles] My God, that's right, they were just down there,
they must have met him. [to Nina] We would love to have
Joaquin join us! Oh, that's splendid. Alright, right, then
we'll see you on the 11th. The 11th. Alright, take two
swizzle sticks and stand them up side by side. Eleven, that's
right.
Niles: We've got Joaquin! [excited]
Frasier: Well, don't cry for me, Arch & Nina! Alright, let's see,
we've got the Duncans and Joaquin, and that means we're going
to have to cut out two couples. Well, the Cromwells and the...
Niles: Gordons!
Frasier: The Gordons. That leaves us short by one, we need a single
female.

At this point, as if by cue, Roz walks on from Daphne's bedroom.

Niles: Oh Roz, perfect timing.
Roz: What's up?
Niles: We're having a dinner party and we need an interesting single
woman. [she smiles] Do you know anybody? We're desperate!
Roz: [angrily she enters the kitchen] Excuse me!
Frasier: Naturally we thought of you first, Roz, but this isn't really
your kind of crowd.
Roz: What? Sophisticated, cultured, is that why you don't think
I'd fit in with your snooty elitist friends, I'm not genteel
enough?!
Frasier: Now Roz...
Roz: Now Roz, my ass. I'm just as refined as you are. Shut up,
Niles!

Roz exits to Daphne's bedroom as Martin enters from his with some
news.

Martin: Well, I hope you're satisfied. I got everyone to change.
We're gonna have it on the 11th.
Frasier: The 11th?!
Martin: Yeah, and it wasn't easy either, Mel had to reschedule his
polyp surgery.
Niles: Well Dad, you are really going to laugh at this. Frasier
and I rescheduled our dinner party for the 11th. [laughs]
Martin: [mad] I'm not changing it back! I'm not!
Frasier: Now Dad, I would never even consider asking you to do such a
thing. I tell you what, there's no reason why we can't hold
both parties simultaneously. The apartment's certainly big
enough.
Martin: [smugly] I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work!
Frasier: What, dad? I'm serious, no, no, we can share the buffet table
and we can even have the harpist learn a couple of Bobby Darin
tunes for your crowd!
Martin: I can stand it if you can! [smug smile]
Frasier: Of course, we will have to dim the lights at one point.
You see, Nina Duncan always insists on sharing her extensive
collection of slides from the summer she danced Agamemmnom
at Jacob's Pillow.
Martin: [smug smile until he breaks] All right, I'll change it.
[leaves to bedroom]
Frasier: [to Niles] You call Kiki, and the Walburts. And I'll talk
to Roz.
Niles: I'm on it!

Meanwhile, in Daphne's bedroom, Roz and Daphne are searching through
clothes. Daphne is holding clothes up to her.

Roz: [impatient] Come on, pick something!
Daphne: Pick what?! [throws normal dress down] This one isn't dressy
enough! [throws a blue dress down] This one doesn't fit.
[picks up a glittery blue dress which covers only everything
between the cleavage and the thighs] And this one, well,
it's hardly appropriate for a posh cocktail reception!
Frasier: [walks in] Excuse me, Roz, listen, I just came to apologize.
Roz: [angry] Whatever!
Daphne: What happened?
Roz: He said I wasn't classy enough to come to his fancy dinner
party!
Frasier: Roz, you know I didn't mean that.
Daphne: Oh, get in line. I've lived here for six years and the only
time I'm asked to that table is when I'm holding a freakin'
serving spoon!
Frasier: It's just a silly dinner party, what's everyone getting so
upset about?
Daphne: Oh, let's just go. [picks up showy glittery dress] Oh, I
suppose this color might look nice on me after all.
Niles: [enters] I've left messages for Kiki and the Walburts.
Roz: Could you two please leave, so Daphne can change!
Niles: [notices Daphne's dress] Daphne, you're not actually going
out in that, are you? [laughs politely]

Daphne throws the dress away and falls back onto the bed.

Daphne: That's it, I'm staying home.
Roz: No, just try it, we can accessorize it.
Niles: With what?! A lamp post and a public defender?!

Roz pushes Niles and Frasier out of the door. As they enter the main
room they hear a beep and whirring noise from the answering machine.

Frasier: Lord, was that the answering machine? [listens to message]
Allison: [from phone] Hi, it's Allison Walburt. And, yes, count us in
for the 11th. Looking forward to it, bye.
Frasier: That's wonderful, I so enjoy the Walburts.

However, it seems the tape hasn't finished yet - Allison's left the
phone of the hook.

Harry: [from phone] Who was that?
Allison: [from phone] We just got invited to a dinner party at Dr.
Crane's.
Harry: Which Dr. Crane?
Allison: Does it matter? You get the one, you get that other one.
Personally, I think the whole arrangement's a little...
Harry: Is that thing off the hook?
Allison: Oh my God! [hangs up]

Frasier and Niles look at each other as they switch it off.

End Of Act One (Time: 13:15)

Act Two.
The scene resumes where it left off. Frasier and Niles have just
switched off the answer phone.

Niles: What you suppose she meant by that?
Frasier: Obviously, she thinks we're always together. That we're
some sort of "couple."
Niles: That's ridiculous, we spend lots of times apart. [takes a
bit of fluff from Frasier's jacket like a wife would do to
her husband] Besides, who is she to talk? Look at her and
Harry - they go everywhere together.
Frasier: They're married, Niles! Still, there's no reason for her to
call us odd!
Niles: Wait, she never called us odd - listen.

Frasier replays the tape:

Allison: Does it matter? You get the one, you get that other one.
Personally, I think the whole arrangement's a little...
Harry: Is that thing off the hook?
Allison: Oh my God! [hangs up]

Frasier hangs it up.

Niles: You see, she never said odd - we're getting upset over nothing.
Frasier: Nothing?! Is there a good end to that sentence?!
"Personally, I think the whole arrangement is a
little..." What?! Charming?!
Niles: Really, will you stop overreacting?
Frasier: Perhaps she has a point. Ever since your divorce you have
become more and more attached to me. Maybe that's why she
said what she said.
Niles: What?
Frasier: You get Frasier, you get that Niles!
Niles: She didn't say that. She said "you get the one, you get that
other one." What makes you think that you're the one and I'm
that other one?!
Frasier: I am the one giving the party, and you are that other one!
Niles: I'm the one that invited her, so that makes you that other
one!

They carry on fighting for a while.

Niles: This is absurd! Why don't we just call Allison up and ask her
what she thinks is so strange about us? We can both get her
on an extension.
Frasier: [sarcastic] Better yet, why don't we just get on a bicycle
built for two, ride over there and ask her what she thinks
is so strange about us!

The phone goes which stops them in their tracks. Frasier picks it up –
it's Nina Duncan - so he makes a "drunk" sign.

Frasier: [on phone] Hello. Yes, hello Nina. Alright, what can I do
for you? No, no, dear, you called me. Oh yes, Joaquin can
only eat certain foods - well, yes I'd be glad to accommodate
them. Let's see, alright... [Niles writes it down] Rice,
beans, jerked beef. Any particular reason? I see.
Interesting. OK. Bye. [hangs up]
Niles: Why is Joaquin on such a strict diet?
Frasier: Because the Joaquin they're bringing to dinner is... [falls
on sofa] ...their foster child! From a tiny village on the
pompus. He speaks no English and he gets nauseated when he
eats American food!
Niles: [confused] So, he's not the conductor of the Buenos Aires
Philharmonic?
Frasier: Oh, you are so that other one! [calming down] Where are we
going to find someone to babysit a nine year old child?

At this moment, again in perfect timing, Roz walks on as she finishes
shouting to an off-stage Daphne:

Roz: Quit your blubbering and just pick something, dammit!
Frasier: Roz-
Roz: Now what?!
Frasier: You were right. You know, you would be a welcome addition
to any party.
Roz: Oh, you don't have to say that.
Frasier: No honestly, Niles and I want you to join us for dinner.
Roz: You mean it?
Frasier: In fact, we're having someone who might make a very
interesting dinner companion for you.
Roz: He's not some stuffy old coot, is he?
Frasier: No, no, no..
Niles: [truthful] Young!
Frasier: Yes, very young!
Roz: OK, thanks!

Roz walks back to Daphne's room as Martin enters from his bedroom.

Frasier: Not exactly my wish list, but at least we've got the Ashbys.
Niles: Allison Walburt can say what she wants, why should we care a
whit about what anybody else thinks. Am I right?
Frasier: Absolutely! [to Martin] Dad, do you think we're odd?!
Martin: [tactical] No, you're not odd. You're just special! Your
mother told me that when you were kids and I still believe it.
Frasier: Yes, but do you think we spend too much time together?

They enter the kitchen.

Martin: You're close, lots of brothers are close.
Frasier: Yes, I suppose you're right about that. The Gershwins, the
Wright Brothers...
Niles: I told you we were getting upset over nothing.
Martin: [laughs] Course, then there were the Collier brothers!
Niles: Collier brothers?
Martin: Couple of nuttos that shared an apartment in New York their
whole lives. They even built a maze out of newspapers in
there that only they knew how to get through. They collapsed
on one of them and the other one just sat there with the
dead body until the neighbors complained about the smell!
[laughs] Pretty crazy story. [gets beer] You recycle right,
Niles? [exits]
Frasier: You know, maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea if we went
our own ways a bit more.
Niles: It's possible we have grown a tad dependent on one another.
[again takes a bit out of Frasier's jacket]
Frasier: Perhaps this is just the warning we need. Today we're
planning a dinner party... tomorrow we're wearing matching
pajamas and washing each other's hair! Let's face it, Niles,
we are one stone's throw away from becoming the neighborhood
kooks! Right down to the local children ringing our doorbell
and running away.
Niles: Now Frasier, you are letting your imagination get the better
of you. Come on, let's go make a seating chart.
Frasier: You always know how to cheer me up.

Frasier and Niles enter the main room as Daphne enters from her room
in Roz's dress.

Niles: Oh Daphne, isn't that Roz's dress?
Daphne: Yes, it was really the only thing that looked good on me.
[calling] Come on, Roz, we don't want to be late!

Roz enters wearing the showy glittery blue dress.

Daphne: Doesn't she look beautiful!
Roz: [angry] Oh, shut it, Daphne! I know you think I look like a
hooker.
Daphne: No, I said it made me look like a hooker. On you... well, it
works.

As Roz storms out of the apartment, Daphne follows her and closes the
door. The phone goes and Frasier answers.

Frasier: [on phone] Hello? Yes, yes. Oh Lord, I'm so sorry you can't
make it. That's all right. Yes, some other time. Goodbye.
[hangs up]
Niles: Please not the Ashbys.
Frasier: Family emergency. Apparently it's so urgent they didn't
have time to think up a plausible excuse!
Niles: So where does that leave us?
Frasier: Well, let's see... we have a third-rate caterer with a record,
a couple of lushes, a couple who think we're both nutcases,
an Argentine wild child and Roz! [throws down list] Dinner is
served!
Niles: [realizing] I still have one blackball left.
Frasier: At this point I don't think one is going to make any
difference.
Niles: It will to me, I'm using it on myself. [black balls himself]
Blackball!

However, Frasier is angry with him and claims you cannot blackball
yourself. They begin grappling at the bowl until all the balls sh**t
out. Frasier steadies himself.

Frasier: We are the Collier brothers! Why don't we just face the
inevitable: let us just cancel the whole damn thing.
Niles: Of course, canceling the party twenty minutes later -
people'll think we're strange!
Frasier: Frankly, I'm sick and tired about giving a damn about what
other people think. You know, most of them are one ball away
from not being here in the first place.
Niles: You're right. So we spend a lot of time together, so what?
I enjoy it.
Frasier: So do I, Niles. You know, why don't we make those calls
tomorrow to cancel? I'm famished, why don't we just head
over to "Companion" for dinner, my treat.
Niles: [excited] You're on. [laughing] Unless you think it's too odd
to have dinner together. [gets coat]
Frasier: [laughs] I don't think we're in any danger of that. If our
relationship became truly odd I think we're both intelligent
enough to recognize the signs.

The doorbell sounds so they go to answer it. There is nobody there,
but a distant sound of children giggling. Niles, recognizing the
signs, decides to forget dinner and just go home.

End Of Act Two. (Time: 21:33)

Credits:

An irate Frasier resumes where he left off. After saying goodnight
to Niles he enters the kitchen and picks up some stacks of paper. He
then takes them outside to be recycled.