Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WELL, THERE WE ARE, THEN.

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

YEAH. I WANT TO MAKE A TOAST.

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

USE YOUR INHALER.

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

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

SURE THING. NO PROBLEM.

THE LATEST SYMPTOM IS A RECURRING VOICE CHANGE.

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

OH, I LOVE THIS. IT'S PERFECT!

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

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

DENIAL, EVASION, REPRESSION!

IN FACT, DO YOU WANT TO HEAR SOMETHING FUNNY?

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

LOADS, DIANE. DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT.

THAT DIANE AND I ARE UNHAPPY.

I DEVOTED MYSELF PROFESSIONALLY TO FIGHTING ALL OF THESE,

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

YOUR INTELLIGENCE INFLAMES ME.

* TAKES EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT *

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

JUST A SMALL TOKEN OF MY APPRECIATION.

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

OH! THIS MAKES UP FOR EVERYTHING, I THINK.

FRASIER... HE'S MAKING A JOKE.

YEAH, BUT SHE'S MINE.

THE EX-RED SOX PLAYER.

NOW, THIS IS MORE LIKE IT. ALL RIGHT!

DROOLING AT THE SOUND OF A DINNER BELL.

OR MAKE DISGUSTING SOUNDS?

YOU WERE NEVER ANYTHING BUT A PORT IN A STORM.