[mm; the search for a shrink]
When Max posted a "PSYCHOLOGIST WANTED" sign on the noticeboard, he did not expect such a fast response.
As the man across from him rattles on about his qualifications, Max can do nothing but stare at him.
He looks like he knows what he's doing, Max thinks.
... but does he ever shut up?
That man is Dr. Frasier Crane, and no, he never shuts up.
"I'm currently working as a radio show host in Seattle, but I have been meaning to offer my services to those here for some time..."
Max interrupts him before he can go on (and on and on and on). "Well, you'll have to meet Ben, first. If he doesn't like you, this isn't going to work."
Frasier purses his lips for a moment. "Yes, well, I have a pretty impressive track record with my patients."
"I'm sure you do. Why don't you stay here? I'll go get Ben."
"Certainly."
With a smile, Max rises from his seat and hurries up to 823. Once he's inside, he calls, "Ben?"
As the man across from him rattles on about his qualifications, Max can do nothing but stare at him.
He looks like he knows what he's doing, Max thinks.
... but does he ever shut up?
That man is Dr. Frasier Crane, and no, he never shuts up.
"I'm currently working as a radio show host in Seattle, but I have been meaning to offer my services to those here for some time..."
Max interrupts him before he can go on (and on and on and on). "Well, you'll have to meet Ben, first. If he doesn't like you, this isn't going to work."
Frasier purses his lips for a moment. "Yes, well, I have a pretty impressive track record with my patients."
"I'm sure you do. Why don't you stay here? I'll go get Ben."
"Certainly."
With a smile, Max rises from his seat and hurries up to 823. Once he's inside, he calls, "Ben?"