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THE EX-RED SOX PLAYER.

FRASIER... HE'S MAKING A JOKE.

YOU WERE NEVER ANYTHING BUT A PORT IN A STORM.

I DEVOTED MYSELF PROFESSIONALLY TO FIGHTING ALL OF THESE,

COULD IT POSSIBLY BE THAT YOU STILL LOVE SOMEBODY FROM YOUR PAST?

YOUR INTELLIGENCE INFLAMES ME.

YOU SEE, THAT'S MY LITTLE JOKE, SAM.

SORT OF IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT, BUT NOT EXACTLY.

LOADS, DIANE. DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT.

YEAH. I WANT TO MAKE A TOAST.

BUT MY EMOTIONAL NEED FOR HER RIGHT NOW IS STRONGER THAN YOURS.

YEAH, BUT SHE'S MINE.

WELL, THERE WE ARE, THEN.

IN FACT, DO YOU WANT TO HEAR SOMETHING FUNNY?

THE LATEST SYMPTOM IS A RECURRING VOICE CHANGE.

NOW, THIS IS MORE LIKE IT. ALL RIGHT!

WELL, I GUESS IT'S CHEAPER THAN A PIANO PLAYER.

JUST A SMALL TOKEN OF MY APPRECIATION.

AND, WELL, I COULDN'T RESIST THE WITTICISM.

WELL, I WISH YOU ALL THE LUCK IN THE WORLD.

OR MAKE DISGUSTING SOUNDS?

* TAKES EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT *

YOU KNOW IT'S NOT EASY FOR ME TO SAY THANKS, BUT...

DENIAL, EVASION, REPRESSION!

DROOLING AT THE SOUND OF A DINNER BELL.

OH, I LOVE THIS. IT'S PERFECT!

ALL RIGHT, CLIFFIE. YEAH. YOU'RE OUR MAN.

USE YOUR INHALER.

WE'RE NOW ON OUR WAY TO "STUFF A SOCK IN IT."

AW, FRASIER, I'M-- THAT'S A TOUGH BREAK.

OH! THIS MAKES UP FOR EVERYTHING, I THINK.

SURE THING. NO PROBLEM.

THAT DIANE AND I ARE UNHAPPY.