Gosh, it's been such fun
talking about psychopharmacological solutions
to maladaptive personality traits
that I can't believe the three hours is almost gone.
Up next is the news followed by...
Oh... Roz is reminding me
that next Saturday is the first annual KACL AIDS Bike-a-thon.
It's bound to be an afternoon
of family, fun and lots of surprises.
So dust off your velocipedes, and I'll see you there.
Great pitch, Doc.
So what are the surprises?
Well, first and foremost, I'm not going.
But you just told them you'd see them there.
Roz, I'm merely getting the rubes into the tent.
I will gladly give my money,
but spending the afternoon riding bicycles
with a bunch of hooligans is not my idea of fun.
It's just kids and families.
Yes, well, so was the KACL family picnic at the zoo,
until those urchins jostled me into the orangutan grove.
Let me tell you,
orangutans are not the playful gentlemen of the trees
the nature shows claim.
Hello.
Hey, Julia.
You're going to the Bike-a-thon, right?
Oh, don't embarrass her, Kenny.
It's got to be tough finding a comfortable bike seat
when you're such a tight-ass .
This from a woman who peddles her ass all over town.
Okay, lady... Yes, all right Stalemate.
Well done, well done, keep moving, come on.
So, Bike-a-thon-- you're in, right?
Nah, I can't be bothered.
I'll just send a check.
Aw, cheese and rice, what's wrong with you people?
Relax, Kenny, I'm just pulling your leg.
How can I not go?
This is funding AIDS research, for God's sake.
I know you think I'm heartless
and self-centered,
but at least give me credit for being human.
What?
Kenny... (chuckles)
Come on.
I was pulling your leg, too.
(laughs): Come on.
I'll tell you what.
We should have a fund-raiser for your sense of humor.
(guffaws)
All right, I'll see you there.
You're pathetic.
I know
Hold it!
Cora, hi.
Marty.
Visiting your son?
Yes.
Cora, I'm sorry, but I got to ask you.
What happened?
I thought we had a pretty nice thing,
but then you stopped returning my calls.
Why don't you ask your other girlfriend?
What other girlfriend?
That bizarre English lady who told me to leave you alone...
...because she was in the British Secret Service
and had a license to kill.
Here's your stop.
Oh, geez! That was Daphne's mother.
She had a thing for me, but it was never mutual.
Did she show you a badge?
Always ask to see a badge.
I knew she wasn't a secret agent.
But she was pretty convincing about the two of you.
Oh, Cora, I'm so sorry.
It's not true.
I'm sorry, too.
I should have asked about her.
Well, hey, it's cleared up now.
Maybe we could pick up where we left off.
Or skip ahead. Your choice.
That would've been nice
but I've been seeing someone lately.
Oh, well, sure. Of course you have.
Stupid of me.
But I'm very glad to see you again.
Please give Eddie my love.
Oh, yeah.
He'll be sorry he missed you.
He liked your ankles.
Oh, sorry for the holdup, guys.
Listen, I think it's best
if we take separate cars to the flower show.
Later, I have to go buy a bicycle.
NILES: For whom?
Well, for me.
I've beendragooned into riding for the KACL AIDS Bike-a-thon.
Poor devil. Spending a day on a bike.
I don't envy you.
DAPHNE: Niles...
why don't we enter the Bike-a-thon.
You had to see that coming.
We can all go to the shop together after the flower show.
Sure, why not?
You two would look so cute
on matching bicycles.
Well, I guess it would be a kick, eh, Frasier?
Not you two, you nit.
You and Daphne.
You!
Hello.
I just had a very interesting
conversation with Cora Winston.
Seems someone claiming to be my girlfriend scared her off.
Oh, dear.
Is she the woman from the bookstore?
No.
The bookstore?!
Mum, is this true?
Well, I'm sure I don't know what Marty's talking about
but it was probably back when we were an item.
We were never an item!
Now I would like for you to leave.
Now, Dad, calm down.
Listen, I'm sure you can talk this over with Cora
and have a good laugh after it.
Ha, ha. Very funny.
Now that she's practically married to this guy.
Oh, Martin, I'm sorry.
I guess I didn't realize..
Apology not accepted.
You went too far. We are no longer speaking.
Marty... No, no, Mrs. Moon, Mrs. Moon...
shut up.
Uh, Dad, we're leaving now
We're going over to the flower show,
then, after that, we're gonna go
to a sporting goods store and buy a couple of bikes.
Nice try, Frasier, but I'm too mad to laugh
Uh, well, this one has good lines.
You have any without this bar here?
You mean girls' bikes? Sure.
Good. 'Cause my wife’s a girl and she'll need one of those.
Right.
Maybe I'll go see how she's doing.
Niles, we can't stall much longer.
I mean, one seems as good as the next.
Is there anything else we need?
Hmm, let me see... Oh, yes, I know.
We need to know how to ride them!
Shh! Shh! Shh!
We will learn.
Oh, as easy as that?
Look at these machines, Frasier.
These are bicycles.
There's nothing between you and the ground but the ground itself.
Yes.
And if a child of four can ride one, then so can we.
That's what we said when we were six.
If Daphne finds out, she'll probably...
Metal spokes. I like that.
Guess you buy the horn separately.
That was close.
Niles, I am not going to look like an idiot
at that Bike-a-thon.
Tonight, I'm going to a parking lot
and come hell or high water,
I am going to master cycling.
You're welcome to join me.
I guess I could sneak out.
Perhaps it's time to slay the dragon.
That's the stuff, brother.
Call me crazy, but I like a bouncy tire.
Two bouncy tires and a taut chain.
That's good ridin'.
Where did you learn all that?
That was really good.
It's a matter of confidence, Niles.
Hmm!
(groans)
All a matter of confidence, he says.
Well, perhaps two people who don't know how to ride bikes
shouldn't try to teach each other.
A good teacher doesn't yell at his student.
Nor does a good teacher throw a stick at his student.
I thought it would make you try harder.
Oh, you're going to make a hell of a dad.
What are we going to do?
Let's not panic.
We still have two days before the Bike-a-thon.
Surely the library has shelves devoted to this topic.
I don't have time for that
Daphne wants to go biking tomorrow afternoon.
Then you'll just have to tell her you don't know how to ride
If I was going to do that,
I should've done it at the bike store.
But no...!
You...!
You said we could teach ourselves.
You said no one would be the wiser.
Niles... Two bouncy tires
and a taut chain, you said.
And now look!
My spokes are bent, my pants are stuck,
there's blood on the headlight!
There's blood everywhere!
Niles, Niles, Niles.
Niles, that wasn't your fault.
That jogger should've been wearing a reflective vest.
Come on... come and sit down.
I'm going to get you a nice sherry.
Hi, Frasier. Oh, hi, Roz.
You're welcome to join me and Niles.
Oh, I can't.
I'm on my way to meet Alice and her sitter
Alice wants to practice riding her bicycle for Saturday.
Really? Mm-hmm.
She loves it.
She had that bike one day
before she made me take her training wheels off.
Tell me, does she ever find that she feels
as though her feet are frozen to the pedals...
stuck in a confused, arrhythmic battle
between forward and reverse,
until finally, with no locomotive momentum whatsoever,
she keels over like a felled tree?
I don't think so.
Oh, good, good,
because that's a real thing
that happens to some kids.
DAPHNE: Hey, Frasier.
Oh, hi, Daph. Mrs. Moon.
Niles, darling
I'm afraid I have some bad news.
NILES: What is it?
Someone stole our new bikes.
My God, are you sure?
Can I get a refill?
That's terrible.
That's curious, Niles.
Didn't that salesman say
that nothing could break those titanium locks?
You're right.
I must not have locked them properly.
Foolish Niles.
You know, I spotted a couple of bikes
in the storage room behind the furnace.
Perhaps you could borrow those.
No, I don't think so.
The theft has soured me on the whole bike experience.
And what were you doing behind the furnace, anyway?
Drinking.
Hello, Daphne, Niles, Frasier.
Hello, Martin.
How are the three of you doing?
Mind if I join you?
NILES: Sure.
Oh, you're not still angry, are you?
Coffee, please.
Hi. Well, everybody's here today.
Yeah.
Grab a seat.
I'd love to have a lady sit next to me.
ROZ: Well, thanks. I can't.
I'm on my way to the park.
I just got a call from the baby-sitter.
Alice did a wheelie!
(all exclaiming)
Well, I'll see you guys later.
That's great, Roz. Bye-bye.
Well, someone's raising a real little showoff.
Now, now, not everyone was meant to ride a bike.
What does that mean?
Well, I'm just saying that my boys
are good at other things.
Indoor things.
Oh, no.
You don't mean...
Yes, Daphne.
Frasier doesn't know how to ride a bike.
Well, neither do you!
Frasier!
Well, she was bound to find out!
We never learned.
I tried teaching them,
but I had to take them to the hospital so many times
Social Services starte d sniffing around.
All these years, it's been our secret shame.
Yes, and it hasn't been easy concealing it, either.
People are always saying, in conversation,
"It's just like riding a bike."
I can smile and nod...
but I only understand it in theory.
We tried to teach ourselves to ride last night.
Oh, can you imagine a sadder tableau?
Two grown men trying to gain mastery
over a child's toy
and failing miserably.
Even more pathetic
a grown man faking the theft
of his and his wife's bicycles.
I disgust myself!
I'm so sorry, Daphne.
Niles, you've no need to apologize.
Lots of people don't know how to ride.
Really?
Who?
It doesn't matter.
I can take you to the park and teach you.
I'll teach you both.
Yeah. Really, Daphne?
Daphne, I adore you!
No, seriously. Who?
Thank you, Daphne.
You know I'm afraid my bike
may be too damaged to ride.
Oh, so we'll borrow one from someone in the building.
I promise you,
you two are going to learn how to ride bikes.
MARTIN: You're a good wife, Daphne.
And I'll bet you were a good daughter
when your mother was alive.
Helmet
Check.
Pads.
Check.
Cup.
Check.
All right, now, remember, keep your eyes open
and pedal quickly.
I just want to get an idea
of your individual skill levels.
DAPHNE: All right, everyone ready,
and... go!
Okay... good start.
Now, let's try again.
But this time further apart.
Okay.
I-I think... this is going to be all right.
Yeah, yeah, this isn't so bad.
DAPHNE: All right,
and... go.
Yes, very... yes!
(Niles screams)
(bikes clattering)
FRASIER: Ow!
(classical music playing)
♪♪ ♪♪
It's that damn sycamore.
It's got a magnetic hold on me.
That's because you're focusing on it.
Whatever you do, put it out of your mind.
You're a cloud scudding across a clear blue
I'm a cloud. You're a cloud.
I'm a cloud... I'm a cloud
I am a cloud! I'm flying!
Look, I'm riding a bike!
(bell rings)
(doorbell rings)
I heard you. I'm coming.
Hello.
(loud knocking)
Oh, geez.
Look, I'm sorry, I'm still ticked.
I'm not proud of it, but I have to do the right thing,
and that means hold this grudge.
Ha! You're talking to me
I knew you would.
Oh, you're here to see Marty?
Actually, I think not.
No, no, this isn't what it looks like
I'm here to apologize.
But since he's not talking to me,
I guess I can say my piece to you.
Now, first of all, don't be scared.
I'm not a secret agent
and I don't have a license to kill.
Back when I said all that to you,
I wasn't really in my right mind, anyway.
I mean, I'd just separated from my husband,
and well, maybe I hoped Marty
would be some kind of knight in shining armor.
But we were never a couple, though.
It was a pretty rotten thing you did.
Yes, I know, dear.
Just awful.
In my defense, I've done much worse.
And besides, between you and the girl at the bookstore,
I liked you better
(doorbell ringing)
Son of a bitch.
Cora.
Hi. Come on in
Hi.
I ran into a friend of yours.
She's no friend of mine.
Well, she had some nice things to say about you.
Maybe we could talk about it
at dinner tomorrow.
I don't see him here.
I guess not.
Pick you up at 7:00?
7:00 it is.
So, uh, who's this girl from the bookstore?
See you tomorrow.
Never thought I'd see the day.
This is really something.
That's right.
You've faced your fears
and you've bested them.
Yeah, thanks to you.
And who knows, maybe this is just the beginning.
There are still mountains to conquer.
The diving board, for instance.
Or cartwheels.
Be careful out there, son.
I will, Dad. Thanks.
Guess I better go take my place, huh?
Okay. All right.
Kenny, Julia.
Hey, Doc. Hi.
Have a good ride.
Not gonna happen.
These shorts are already bunching me something fierce.
Excuse me.
Pretty exciting.
Thrilling.
You don't mind if we don't ride together, do you?
I like to go at my own pace
No, not at all.
You don't have to feel like you have to keep up.
(chuckles)
Right. Well, what do you say we make it interesting?
What do you have in mind?
Last one to cross the finish line
doubles the other's pledges.
And I look forward to watching you write that big fat check.
NILES: Frasier.
Remember, keep your eye on the road
and don't fixate on anything you can crash into.
Right.
Good luck.
(starting gun fires)
Boy, I hope I can steer around
that big mailbox right there.
Ciao.
Frasier?
Are you okay?
I'll be all right.
Why don't you guys go on ahead.
I'll catch up to you.
Okay.
Oh, Lord.
Pardon me. Beep, beep.
(nervous laughter)
Oh... oh, gosh... oh...
Oh, no, no... Oh, dear God!
♪♪ Hey, baby, I hear the blues a-calling ♪ ♪
♪♪ Tossed salads and scrambled eggs ♪♪
♪♪ Quite stylish ♪♪
♪♪ And maybe I seem a bit confused ♪♪
♪♪ Yeah, maybe, but I got you pegged ♪♪
(laughs)
♪♪ But I don'’’t know what to do ♪♪
♪♪ With those tossed salad s and scrambled eggs ♪♪
♪♪ They'’’re calling again . ♪♪
Scrambled eggs all over my face.
What is a boy to do?
Good night, everybody!