Frasier（フレイジャー）で英語コミュのSeaon1-6

Frasier: You're listening to KACL 780 on your AM dial. This is Dr.
Frasier Crane. All our lines are open, so please, give us
Hey, Seattle, c'mon, I know you're out there. Hey, look,
I realise it's a sunny day but on all those rainy days,
I was there for you. Well, alright then, if
that's the way you want it, you leave me no recourse...
"When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie-"
Frasier: That seems to have gotten you going there, okay! Alright
then, I knew you were out there. Okay, Roz, who do we have?
Roz: We have Gary from Issiqua on line two. He and his wife had
a big fight.
Frasier: Sorry to hear that, Gar. I'm listening.
Gary: Well, y'see, Dr. Crane, my wife is hell-bent on going
to Italy this year.
Frasier: Ahh, Italia - the rolling hills of Toscana, the art of
Firenze, the passion that is Venizia...
Gary: Yeah, well, anyway - I like taking vacations
as much as the next guy but I say that, if we dip into our
savings, I think the first thing we should buy is a new
sump-pump for the basement. At least with that-
Frasier:Oh, listen, Gary. Let me stop you right
there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to side with your wife
on this one.
Gary: But the trip to Italy costs eighteen hundred bucks, and that
doesn't include the "Splendours of the Vatican" package.
Frasier: Gary, there is more to life than sump-pumps. Whatever
happened to feeding our souls? Look, for example, I recently
purchased a painting by one of this country's premier artists –
oh, it's not important who. Well, it's Seattle's own Martha
Paxton, but... Practical? No. But ever since acquiring that
painting, I look at it every day and there's not a moment when
I do that I'm not uplifted by its beauty. So Gary, go to
Italy, bring back a suitcase full of memories. Will you do
that?
Gary: I still think I should get the sump-pump.
Frasier: [contemptuous] Well then, yes, Gary, you... you should get the
sump-pump! We'll be right back after this newsbreak.

Frasier: Roz, just what is a "sump-pump?"
Roz: If you need one, you'll know. Listen, do you really own a Paxton or were you just blowing sunshine up old Gary's skirt?
Frasier: Yes indeed, I do own a Paxton.
Roz: Well, you'll be pleased to know that she's on line three.
Frasier: My God, Roz, she's the preeminent Neofauvist of the twentieth century! How could you put her on hold?
Roz: Well, the phone rang and I pushed the little button-
Frasier: Yes, hello, Miss Paxton. I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. Well, thank you. I'm very flattered that you listen to my little show. Yes, well, yes, I meant every word. Yes, that's lovely, I'd like to meet you, too sometime. As a matter of fact, I'm having a few friends over for a little gathering this Friday night, for cocktails and such. Well, I suppose you're far too busy to... you would! Oh, that's marvelous. Alright, that's the Elliot Bay towers on the Counterbalance. Around seven is just fine. And, well, I'll see then then. Ciao!
Roz: I didn't know you were having a cocktail party.
Frasier: That makes two of us!

Scene B - Frasier's apartment, Friday night.
Daphne: Well, my theory on death is: first you're whisked down a long dark tunnel towards a beautiful white light; you suddenly get all the jokes you never got before, you let out a little chuckle, and then you die!
Frasier: That's a delightful story, Daphne, but I think the toast points need replenishing.
Daphne: Be right on it.
Niles:Enchanting, just enchanting.
Frasier: My God, Niles, why is no-one eating the Mussoline of Duck?
Frasier: Oh, you mangy little cur!
Niles: Well, now we know why.
Frasier tidies up the duck and nervously licks his fingers clean.
Frasier: Look, Niles, the dog is eating the food, the pianist is too intrusive, the Pinot Noir is far too stagey and it's five past seven and Martha isn't even here yet!
Niles: I'm not going to have to sedate you, am I?
Frasier: No, I'm just a bit on edge, I want everything to be so perfect.By the way, where's Maris? I haven't seen her all night.
Niles: She's on your bed.
Frasier: My bed?
Niles: Yes, she's asleep under the guests' coats. She exhausts easily under the pressure to be interesting.
Frasier: Niles, she's supposed to be looking after dad. That's the only reason you're here, remember?
Niles: Dad is in the bathroom - don't worry.
Frasier: That must be la Paxton - and fashionably late, of course.
Frasier: Oh hi, Roz, it's you. [she looks offended] And you look radiant.
Roz: I look like crap - I've got a spot on my dress, I over-plucked one eyebrow and the crotch of my pantyhose is creeping down to my knees.
Frasier: Couldn't you have just done that in the elevator?Oh, my goodness, Roz, you've got a neck. Gee, so what do you think of the place? Is it everything you imagined it would be?
Roz: Well, to be frank, Frasier, I don't spend my idle hours imagining how you live. But I did expect lots of beige and, look, I was right.
Frasier: Would you like a drink?
Roz: Sure, something light would be nice.
Roz: Double bourbon, rocks, and spill a little in the　glass.
Niles: Oh, Daphne, you're here, too.
Daphne: My goodness, Dr. Crane - shouldn't you be out there mixing?
Niles: Oh, don't mind me. I'm just getting some ice.
Daphne: Lovely party, isn't it?
Niles: Yes, it is.
Daphne:Look at this fresh fennel. Smells wonderful, doesn't it?
Niles: It certainly does.
Daphne: Dr. Crane, were you sniffing my hair?
Niles: Why would I do a thing like that? I'm a happily married man - I love my Maris.
Guest: Where should I put this coat?
Niles: Just throw it on the bed.
Roz: So, Frasier, which one is your dad?
Frasier: Oh, well, he's the older gentleman over there talking to
Bethany van Pelt, showing her the photographs. Oh my God!

Martin: ...and when we finally got to her it was only hanging by two tendons.
Frasier: Would you excuse us, please? Dad, will you stop showing these crime scene photos? You're embarrassing me.
Martin: Oh, these society people eat this up. Besides, she was the one that brought it up.
Frasier: Oh, she brought it up? Bethany van Pelt - the head of the Junior League - brought up the subject of a hooker whose body was hideously dismembered and scattered all over an abandoned warehouse.
Martin: Yeah, she asked, "aren't these Swedish meatballs the messiest things you've ever seen?" and I said, "no, as a matter of fact"-
Frasier: Dad, dad, please!
Martin: Alright, alright, but stop shadowing me. I don't need a nursemaid.
Frasier: Alright, if you give me your word, that's good enough for me.
Frasier: You watch him!
Roz: Hi, Niles.
Niles: Oh, hello.
Roz: You may not remember me, I'm-
Niles: Of course I remember you. Would you be a love and watch that man with the cane?
Martha: Dr. Crane? I'm Martha Paxton.
Frasier: Of course, who else could you be? Welcome to my salon. Everyone, everyone, your attention, please. I'd like you all to welcome our guest of honour, the renowned artist - Martha Paxton.
Frasier: May I take your... poncho?
Martha: No, no, no, no, I never take it off at parties. It gives me an excuse not to shake hands with people.
Frasier: Oh, how delightfully eccentric! You must meet my brother, Niles. Oh, Niles?
Niles:Miss Paxton, Dr. Niles Crane. It is an honour to shake your hand. Well, to shake anything of yours is an honour.
Martha: Now, where did you hang my painting? I'm always curious to know how people live with my work.
Frasier: "Live with my work" - I love that phrase. If you would, right this way, please. I think this is the perfect spot for an ideal viewing. Oh God, I've waited so long for this moment - I'm just going to stand back and let you describe your work - "Elegy in Green" – in your own words. The way you insinuate the palette but never lean on it, you capture the zeitgeist of our generation. It is the most perfect canvas it has ever my privilege to gaze upon. I mean, one can only imagine what inspired you to paint it.
Martha: I didn't paint it.
Frasier: Of course you didn't. You-you created it, you gave birth to it.
Martha: I didn't do anything to it - I never saw this painting before in my whole life.
Martin: And you thought I was gonna embarrass you!

Act Two.
Martin: I really liked your friend Roz.
Frasier: What?
Martin: Roz, at the party tonight. Nice gal. Why don't you ask her out? She's great-looking and she can really hold her liquor.
Frasier: Dad, do you mind? I've just suffered the most humiliating evening of my life. I've been been made a fool of by this, this, this... thing.
Daphne: You know, I may be just a girl from Manchester but, I have to tell you, even though it's not a Paxton, I really like that picture. I liked it the minute I saw it. I liked it even before I knew who Martha Paxton was. And quite frankly, I don't think that woman bathes.
Frasier: Well, enjoy it while you can because, first thing in the morning, this is going back to the dealer where I bought it.
I'm demanding my money back - no-one is going to take advantage of Frasier Crane.
Martin: You know, listen, Frasier. You're kind of upset about this, maybe I should return it for you.
Frasier: Well, Dad, I appreciate the gesture but, really, what do you know about the art world?
Martin: Apparently about as much as you do.

Scene B - The Hayson Gallery
Phillip: I can see the love in your eyes. You must have this painting.
Frasier: Are you the owner?
Phillip: Yes, I am. Phillip Hayson.
Frasier: How do you do, I'm Dr. Frasier Crane. I happen -
Phillip: No, not the Dr. Frasier Crane. From the radio?
Frasier: Guilty. Yes, but -
Phillip: My wife and I love your show! Could I have your autograph before you go?
Frasier: It would be my pleasure but, speaking of autographs, I have a small problem with this painting.
Phillip: I'm really distressed to hear that. Would you like a glass of wine?
Frasier: Well, actually I -
Phillip: My wife and I toured the Loire valley last year and we couldn't resist buying four cases of this. It's really quite extraordinary - I hope you like it.
Frasier: Well, I'd really rather not have any wine at this moment -
Frasier: Well, that's rather nice, isn't it? Finishes well.
Phillip: Very well. Would you like some more?
Frasier: No, no, no, thank you. I'd... getting back to my problem - I recently gave a small but elegant soiree at which Martha Paxton was in attendance, you see. She told me that this painting was not her work.
Phillip: Oh dear, I can imagine how embarrassing that must have been.
Frasier: I doubt you can, Mr. Hayson.
Phillip: Please, Phillip. Let's take a look at that in slightly better light, shall we? Oh, yes, I remember this - it's breathtaking. Ronald, Diane, will you step in here a moment please?
Phillip: Do you remember when this piece was in the gallery - everyone who saw it wanted it.
Diane: Yes, it's a very special piece.
Ronald: Mrs. Chitcherelli was heart broken when it sold.
Phillip: Oh, I remember -
Frasier: Yes, I'm sure she was but, you see, it's not a Paxton!
Phillip: But it says right here that it is a Paxton. The signature is here.
Frasier: Martha Paxton says that it is not a Paxton.
Phillip: Oh, Martha, how is the old dear? Her and I go back a long way, is she still-?
Frasier: As a Crenshaw melon, yes.

Phillip: Would you like a little more wine?
Frasier: No, I don't want any wine. I want to discuss this painting.
Phillip: So would I. Maybe some brie?
Frasier: No, I don't want any brie! I want my money back.
Phillip: Oh, well, that's where things might get a bit... prickly. You see, we have a strict policy here at the Hayson gallery -all sales are final.
Frasier: But, in this case, you're willing to make an exception.
Phillip: Oh, I'd love to, but I can't.
Frasier: Yes, but it's a forgery.
Phillip: Well, if it is, it's a damn good one.
Frasier: Alright, alright, I'm going to make this simple - I want my money.
Phillip: I'm sure you do.
Frasier: Oh, I know what you're doing - you're "handling" me. You're agreeing with everything I say hoping I'll tire and go away.
Phillip: Whatever you say.
Frasier: I don't believe it! You're shining me on. You are shining me on! Where is the fairness of this, where is the justice?!
Phillip: Dr. Crane, if you ever find justice in this world, let me know, will you? Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do.
Frasier: What? Did a crate of freshly-painted Rembrandts just arrive?! Damn it, you're not getting away with this! I am not leaving. I am not leaving! I am NOT leaving.

Scene C - Frasier's apartment.

Martin: What are you still doing with that? I thought you were going to return it.
Frasier: They wouldn't take it back. All I got was some attitude and a cheap glass of wine - Loire valley, my ass.
Martin: What are you going to do now?
Frasier: Well, they've forced my hand. I'm going to call the police.
Martin: Five-five-five three thousand.
Frasier: Thanks, Dad. Try to mess with Dr. Frasier Crane, I'll teach
them. [into phone] Hello, yes. Oh, just a second. Dad, who do I ask for?
Martin: Have them put you through to the fine arts forgery department.
Frasier: Hello, yes, the fine arts forgery department, please.
Frasier: Dad, they're laughing at me.
Martin: Give me the phone. Hi, who's this? Hey, Doris. Yeah, Marty Crane. Yeah, that was my son. Yeah, I just thought he needed a bite of a reality sandwich. Yeah, yeah, give my best to the guys. Thanks. Bye.
Frasier: What was that?
Martin: Frasier, the boys downtown have their hands full of murders and robberies - they don't have time for this artsy-fartsy stuff.
Frasier: Yes, Dad, but what am I supposed to do? I've been cheated!
Frasier: What were you two doing back there?
Niles: Maris lost her earring at the party last night. Daphne was good enough to crawl under the bed to look for it while I...
Frasier: Yeeeess?
Niles: Searched the credenza!
Daphne: Maybe I'll go check in the hallway. It might have gotten trampled into the carpet when everybody stampeded for the elevator.
Frasier: No one stampeded! They were all just good guests, they knew when to leave.
Niles: Two hours early.
Frasier: Oh, shut up, Niles!
Niles:Oh, I see. Am I to ascribe this foul mood to the fact that you were unable to unload the bogus Paxton?
Frasier: Yes. Gee, I know, Niles. What is the name of that really vicious lawyer that you use?
Niles: Which one, the one I used to sue the contractor or the one I used to sue the personal trainer?

Frasier: Well, the meanest.
Niles: Uh, that would be the second one. I used him to sue the first one.
Frasier: Right. Ah, just give me his number, will you?
Martin: Ah, forget it, Frasier. Five years of litigation and you'll end up paying eight times what you paid for the painting.
Niles: He's right about that.
Frasier: God, I hate laywers!
Niles: Oh, me too. But they make wonderful patients. They have excellent health insurance and they never get better.
Frasier: Say, I know, I know. I can use my radio show - why didn't I think of this earlier? I can use my bully pulpit to expose that man for the fraud that he is!
Niles: Now, Frasier, that's slander. He'll sue you for everything you've got.
Frasier: Damn it, Niles, where is the justice? Where am I supposed to turn to? I'm a, a beloved household personality and I've been screwed!
Martin: For God's sake, Frasier, you're forty-one years old. It's time you learned something: the system ain't perfect. Sometimes the bad guy wins. And all those things you thought would be around to help you, the courts and the police department? Well, sometimes they're just not there when you need them. So you can either let it eat a hole in your stomach, or you can just file it away under the heading, "Sometimes Life Sucks."
Frasier: Yeah well, that file's getting pretty thick!
Niles returns from the bar with two sherries. He hands one to Frasier.
Frasier: So that's that, huh? Hayson just gets away with it. He's sitting there now with his brie and his wine and his little chuckle at my expense. Gosh, you know, I finally understand why people take matters into their own hands. It would be so satisfying right now to just... slash his tires, or... throw a brick though his window or something. Just so he'd learn that you don't do this to people and get away with it.
Niles: Yes, well, I know you, Frasier, and I know that you'd never resort to that sort of thing. Would you, Frasier?
Niles: There's a vein throbbing in your forehead.
Daphne: Well, I couldn't find it in the hallway but let me give it one last try. Could you give me the matching earring? Maybe I'll get something from it.
Daphne: Oh yes, I'm getting a feeling. It's in your father's room. No, no, it's in Dr. Crane's room. Oh, this is odd, now it's in the hallway.
Niles/Daphne: Eddie!

Scene D - Outside the Hayson Gallery.

Frasier: Good evening. Lovely night, isn't it? Yes, well, goodnight.
Niles: Get in the car.
Frasier: Niles, what the hell are you doing here?
Niles: Stopping you from doing something really stupid. Now get in the car.
Frasier: I will not! Niles, look, I know this is wrong but I don't care! It's the only thing left for me!
Niles: Alright, Frasier. Frasier, just give me the brick and no one will get hurt.
Frasier: Why don't you just go away? This is no concern of yours.
Niles: Yes, it is.
Frasier: How?
Niles: Remember that day in junior high school when somebody took all my clothes while I was in the shower, right after gym class? They hung them from the goalpost on the football field. I had no choice but to get a ladder and climb up there wearing nothing but a towel, wet and shivering. Then the towel fell off! There I was - your little brother, hanging naked from a goal post, and everyone was standing around laughing, and all Coach Medwick would do was stand there going- whatever that means.
Frasier: Niles, why are you telling me this?
Niles: Because - I was so humiliated, I went home, I cried my eyes out, I swore I would get even. I was just about to put sugar into Coach Medwick's gas tank... and you stopped me. Remember what you said? "If you act like a barbarian, you will become a barbarian."
Frasier: I said that?
Niles: Yes. Well, actually you were more verbose at the time. I had to listen, you were sitting on my chest.
Niles: Give me the brick, Frasier.
Frasier: And let him get away with this?!
Niles: I know, I know! What the gallery owner did to you was wrong, it was humiliating. But if you throw that brick through that window, you will have lost something more valuable than your money. You will have lost... your mind. Frasier, you can't do this!
Frasier: Well, Niles, if you were strong enough to show restraint after so much humiliation, not to mention the nicknames.
Niles: Nicknames. There were nicknames?
Frasier: Oh, you didn't know that? Oh dear God, yes. Uh, "Peachfuzz,""Jingle Bells" - I can't remember the rest.
Niles: "Peachfuzz"?
Frasier: Yes, I believe Coach Medwick made that one up himself. Well, anyway, here you are. I won't be needing this anymore.
Niles: I'm proud of you.
Frasier: My God, Niles! What are you, what have you done?!
Niles: I've struck a blow for justice! Nobody calls me "Peachfuzz." Now let's get the hell out of here.
Frasier: Niles, what are you doing now?
Niles: We may be barbarians, but we pay for our pillaging!
Frasier: Come on, come on!GO, GO, GO, GO!

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