KACL Studios 4:50pm

"Even though it seems like things are hopeless right now, just talk things over with your mother." Frasier said to his caller.

"But Dr. Crane, I can't!"

"Now Rhonda, I know it's difficult. Might I suggest a casual meeting between your mother and your current boyfriend? I'm sure that once she meets him, she'll realize

that she was wrong in judging him sight-unseen. A nice restaurant or bar would be perfect for-."

"Is this before or after we visit the cemetery?"

"I beg your pardon?" Frasier asked, glancing at Roz who shrugged.

"Well, that's where she is. Plot 52." Rhonda said tearfully.

Frasier clinched his fist and took a deep breath. "Rhonda, are you telling me that your mother is dead?"

"Yes. For a year now."

"I'm very sorry to hear that, but perhaps the bigger issue is where these insecurities really lie. I gather your mother disapproved of your dates in the past?"

"Oh, all the time." Rhonda said.

"Well then, it's only natural to assume that your mother would disapprove of your latest boyfriend."

"Oh, I didn't assume anything. She told me herself just the other day." Rhonda said.

"I'm sorry, I'm not following. I thought you said your mother had passed away." Frasier said.

"She did."

"So how-."

"She appeared in my bedroom and told me that she couldn't stand Lou. Gave me the same lecture she's been giving me since I was thirteen! I don't know how she knows his

name, but-."

Frasier rubbed his temples in an effort to rid himself of the headache that was forming behind his eyes.

"Rhonda, I really think you should see someone. I'd be happy to-."

"You mean a new guy?"

Frasier looked at Roz who was covering her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to hide her laughter.

"Yes, Rhonda. A new guy! And if your mother doesn't approve... Well, that's just too damn bad!" Frasier yelled, his voice rising with every word. Angrily he pushed a

button, abruptly ending the call. "Well Seattle, that's about all the time we have for today. This is Dr. Frasier Crane wishing you good mental health."

"Oh my God, can you believe that?" Roz laughed as she opened the door and walked out of the booth. "What a nutcase!"

"What's up, Doc?" Bulldog laughed as he rolled his cart and gong into the studio.

"Speaking of nutcases..." Roz said.

"You're crazy about me and you know it!" Bulldog said, adding a bark to make his point.

"No, I'm crazy for even associating with you!" Roz said.

"Well, as much as I'd love to stay and listen to you two lovebirds, I have to get home to dad." Frasier said.

"Hey Roz..." Bulldog asked when they were alone. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Roz sighed. "No Bulldog. I don't want to hear how many points the Sonics scored last night, nor do I want to hear you go on and on about your latest date. I have a

date tomorrow night and I want to be sane when Dan gets to my apartment!"

"Dan, huh? Lucky guy."

Roz blinked, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Thanks, Bulldog. That's nice to hear."

Bulldog smiled and... Wait... Was he blushing? No way... it wasn't possible...

"Um, see you later, Frasier." Roz said.

"Goodnight, Roz, Bulldog. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Frasier said with a laugh as he walked out of the studio.

"Boy, that's a loaded comment!" Bulldog said, laughing hysterically.

"Shut up, would you?" Roz said, hitting Bulldog on the back of the head.

"OW! Bulldog said. "Well, have a nice time with Dan." He added when Roz grabbed her purse.

She turned and looked at him in amazement. It wasn't like Bulldog to be so thoughtful. "Thanks! I will. Um... You were going to ask me something?"

"Oh yeah. Listen Roz... I already know the answer but what do you say we go out to tomorrow night? My treat."

Roz cringed. "Oh God, not this again! Bulldog, I told you a hundred times... There's no way I'm going out with you!"

Bulldog sighed. "I know, but I had to ask."

"Yeah, well the answer is and will always be NO!" Roz said.

Bulldog's smile disappeared. "Right. I kind of figured that, but it didn't hurt to try. Didn't hurt much anyway."


Despite the slight tinge of guilt she was feeling, Roz pushed the door open and rolled her eyes. He just wouldn't give up. Well, he'd get over it sooner or

later. Just as she was about to leave, her cell phone rang and she reached into her purse to retrieve it.

"Hello? Oh, hey Dan! Yeah, I was just thinking about you. I can't wait to see you tonight! What? Oh... Well why didn't you say something earlier? No, no...

I'm not upset. Okay, maybe a little disappointed, but we'll do it some other time. Hope you feel better. Yeah, you too! Bye."

She hung up the phone and swallowed hard, wondering why she was getting so upset over a broken date that would have no doubt ended up as a one

night stand anyway. Quickly she brushed away the ridiculous tear that slid down her cheek and turned to leave.

But something made her turn around. Inside the studio, she could see Bulldog doing his show, banging his gong and yelling at some caller who no would no doubt be

traumatized by Bulldog's insults of their favorite sports team. When the On Air light went off, she opened the door of the booth and stepped

inside, causing him to turn around in surprise.

"Is that offer for dinner tomorrow night still valid?"

A smile spread across his face. "Well yeah, but I thought you had a date."

"He has the flu." Roz said.

"The flu... right." Bulldog said with a chuckle. "Boy have I heard that one before." Then noticing her disappointed look, he frowned. "Wow, that's a


"So do you want to have dinner with me or not?" She asked with a sigh.

"Are you serious?"

"Bulldog, yes or no? I'm trying to ask before I lose my nerve!" Roz said.

"All right! High five right here!" Bulldog laughed, smacking Roz's hand so hard that it stung.

"Ouch! Bulldog!" She yelled, wincing at the pain.

"Oh, sorry... sorry..." he said. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Thirty seconds, Bulldog." His producer said.

Roz watched in confusion as Bulldog rushed out of the booth.

"What in the hell is his problem?" She asked the producer who could only shrug.

Seconds later Bulldog returned with what looked like a wadded up paper towel. "Here, take this. It'll make it feel better."

"Thanks, Bulldog, that's really sweet." She said, gasping in surprise when she saw that the paper towel was filled with ice.

"Don't mention it." Bulldog said, his face reddening.

"So pick me up at 7?" She asked.

"Sounds great!" Bulldog said with a grin.

"Five seconds!" The producer yelled.

Bulldog slipped on his headphones and barked into the microphone. "This is Bob Bulldog Briscoe and you're in the Doghouse! What's up with those Mariners? That last

game... Wow, what a disappointment. Oh hell who am I kidding? It was total BS, I'm telling you!"

In the hallway, Roz turned to glance at him one last time through the window, ignoring the tiny tug of her heart.