TEXT: Act One. Scene A: The Frasier Residence, early morning. Frasier enters wearing a dressing gown. He is obviously still half- asleep. Martin is in the kitchen and Daphne is busy cleaning the dining table. Frasier yawns. Daphne: Oh, good morning, Dr. Crane. Not a morning person, are we? Well, never you mind. I am. Can't very well be a good health care provider if you're not up with the cock. I've already taken your father for his morning constitutional. Such a remarkable man - thirty years on the police force. I can understand why you'd want him to live here, although not many sons would do that, not without getting paid for it. Anyway, coffee's made, and I took the liberty of doing a shop. They don't serve much tripe in Seattle, do they? Frasier: [still groggy] And you are...? Daphne: Daphne. Daphne Moon. I moved in yesterday. You hired me to take care of your father. Frasier: [realizing] Of course. Forgive me, I'm not quite myself until I've shaved and showered. Daphne: Oh, yes. I completely understand about one's morning ablutions. I, for instance, can't stand myself 'til I floss all that gunk out of my teeth... Frasier: [interrupting] Miss Moon! For future reference, if you could just keep your ablutions on a need-to-know basis? Thank you. [goes into kitchen] Now, my coffee. Martin: [doing a fry-up] The half 'n half's curdled, and the garbage disposal's jammed. Frasier: [pouring his coffee] Good morning to you too, dad. Martin: Morning was two hours ago. And close that barn door, we got a lady in the house now. Frasier adjusts his robe, then tastes his coffee. He is not amused. Frasier: Hey, this isn't my coffee. Where's my finely-ground Kenya blend from Starbucks? Martin:
SUMMARY:
After Martin moves into his apartment with his physical therapist, Daphne, and his dog, Eddie, Frasier struggles with the loss of his personal space and ensuing tensions with Martin. After repeatedly failing to get any kind of solitary time at home or work, he decides to try forging a bond with his gruff father.