Lilith "But Frederick is quite adamant about his choice! I would not brave an arctic maelstrom to visit my ex-husband if I thought this was simply a phase. Loathed as I am to admit it, I… I can’t handle this alone.”
Frasier smiles, warmly clasps Lilith’s shoulders, and moves in for a hug “You’re not alone. We can brave this storm together.”
The power flickers out as the wind howls outside
Frasier “Both the metaphorical… and literal.”
Scene ends.
Frasier “I suppose I just don’t understand what could spark such a drastic change in Frederick’s interests? We’ve always been so nurturing to his needs, broadening his horizons, opening up opportunities… Perhaps my leaving Boston was a mistake.”
Daphne lightly wraps a towel around Lilith’s shoulders while talking “Oh don’t be so down on yourself, Dr. Crane. You’re a wonderful father! If ya don’t mind me saying, it seems rather clear to me what’s happening - Freddy’s at the age where children start to rebel against their parents and society. Music is always a big part of that rebellion. It happens with every generation. First it was swing music, then jazz, rock ‘n roll, punk, disco - and today it’s rap! It’s counterculture!”
Frasier “Daphne - One of those things is definitely not like the others.”
Frasier: [Nervously pouring drinks for Lilith, himself, and a visibly devastated, nearly catatonic Niles] Dear god, but Frederick has always had academic aspirations. Remember when he was six years old and he wanted to dress as Archimedes for Halloween? What on earth could he possibly wish to pursue now?
Lilith: He wants to be a rapper.
Niles: [visibly confused] He wants to work at the mall?