"Thirty seconds, Frasier." Roz called into the microphone.

"Good afternoon, Seattle. This is... um... Dr. Frasier Crane. Yes, that's who I am! I'm here and ready to help you with life's little problems. So please... call in. I'm

listening."

He waited patiently and turned to the booth. After a silence that was much too long, he smiled. "So, Roz...who's our first caller?"

Roz shrugged. "There aren't any."

"That's... preposterous. Of course there's a call! Perhaps you're not looking hard enough."

"Oh sure, blame me again!" Roz yelled. "You know it could be that no one wants to talk to someone who makes his friends and family members look like complete

morons on the radio!"

"Well it certainly isn't MY fault!" Frasier said. "I was the director!"

"Exactly!" Roz retorted. "And another thing, Frasier... Oh look! A call!"

"Thank God..." Frasier mumbled. "Roz who do we have on the line?"

"We have Steven from Carnation on Line 1."

"Hello, Steven. This is Dr. Frasier Crane and... I'm listening."

"Yeah? Well I'm not!" He yelled.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Well I used to really respect you, Dr. Crane. But after that... farce of a show you put on Saturday night, I just don't think I can trust you anymore."

"I'm sorry you feel that way Steven, but I assure you that the ill-fated production of Nightmare Inn has nothing to do with my ability to provide only the best-."

"Save it, okay? This show is a joke and so is this station! I mean, don't you read the papers? The Seattle Times had a field day with it!"

Frasier put his head in his hands. "Dear God..."

He looked up at Roz who smiled sympathetically. "Do we have any other callers, Roz?"

"We have Dennis from Federal Way on Line 3." Roz said.

"Hello, Dennis. I'm listening." Frasier said.

"You have some nerve, buddy!" Dennis yelled.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm not following." Frasier said.

"I let my kid listen to your little program on Saturday night and because of all the killings, he's now traumatized! He used be such a good kid; into sports and reading... Now he

just stares at the walls. It's like he's catatonic."

"Oh dear God! Well I am sorry. Perhaps if I referred you to someone..."

"Hey, my kid doesn't need a shrink, okay? You do!" Dennis yelled.

The dial tone sound resonated in Frasier's ear, causing him to cringe.

"Anymore callers, Roz?"

"Yeah, we have Marybeth from West Seattle on Line 2."

"Hello, Marybeth. This is Dr. Frasier Crane and... I'm listening."

"Hi, Dr. Crane. I-I'm having a problem with my boyfriend."

"Wonderful!" Frasier exclaimed. Then seeing Roz's horrified face, quickly made amends.

"I-I mean... It's wonderful that you called the show. So what seems to be the problem?"

"Well he says he won't marry me unless I stop listening to your show. But I can't stop, Dr. Crane! I'm addicted!"

"That's a... rather unusual reason for not marrying someone, although I am flattered that you're such a fan!"

"Oh definitely! You helped me out so much with my last three boyfriends! They all proposed, too!"

"Your last three..."

"Yes. So will you help me?" She asked.

"Marybeth, may I ask why your suitor doesn't want you to listen to my show any longer?"

"My what?"

Frasier rubbed his aching temples. "Your boyfriend, Marybeth. You know your steady, your... main squeeze... your... Help me out here, Roz!"

Roz laughed. "I think you're doing okay on your own!"

"Okay, what about him?"

"Are you even listening... Oh for God's sake. I asked you why he doesn't want you to listen to my show any longer!"

"Well he said you put on some dumb radio production on Saturday night! Can you believe the nerve of him, not telling me about it! I have a right mind to end it right now! And

you know what? That's exactly what I'm going to do! Thank you, Dr. Crane!"

Once more Frasier found himself listening to the dial tone. "This is Dr. Frasier Crane and that's about all the time we have for today. I wish you good mental health.

Some more than others."

"Frasier! We still have over three hours left!" Roz said. "You can't end the show now!"

"Goodnight Roz." Frasier said. He rose from his chair and put on his jacket, ignoring her confused look as he walked out of the booth.