Roz: This is Jackson Hedley's father. I found him wandering around out front looking for Jackson.
Frasier: Lovely to see you.
Cecil: Thank God I'm not late. You know, I'm Jackson's lucky charm. Do you know, he's so superstitious, one day I didn't turn up for opening night, and he refused to go on.
Niles: Is that so?
Frasier: Then we must get you to him immediately. You see, you're at the wrong theater.
Cecil: Oh.
Frasier: Yes, yes, Jackson's performing clear across town!
Cecil: But the sign outside says "An Evening With Jackson Hedley!"
Frasier: Yes. I know, you see, there's been a terrible snafu-
Niles: Snafu.
Frasier: -with the marquee letters. You see, they got ours, we got theirs.
Cecil: Oh, what's playing here?
Niles: "Cats."
Cecil: Ah. I love "Cats."
Frasier: Well, who doesn't, but surely you love your son more. [Cecil doesn't look so sure] Luckily, this young lady knows this town inside and out. Roz, please escort Mr. Hedley to the Portland Playhouse A.S.A.P.!