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[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON TV]

Oh, I just love MTV.

Oh, have you seen Olivia
Newton-John's latest hit
"Let's Get Physical"?

Have you seen MTV since 1982?

Do you have a prayer
of ever going out on
another date before you're 40?

Do I?

- Oh, Fran, look, there's
Tasha.
- Mm.

You've gotta see this video.
I love her.

Oh, she's so angry and bitter.

Oh, honey, if angry and
bitter
is what turns you on

just come
to my next bridesmaid's
fitting.

Margaret. Listening to
angst-ridden youth rock

before the limo takes you
to figure skating class?

Daddy, Tasha's lyrics
speak to a lot of people.

Yeah, especially
her latest hit song.

"I'm Going to Grow Old and Die
Waiting for You."

No, Tasha never wrote
anything like--

Honey, go learn to
figure eight, would you?

Well, at least Tasha has a
creative outlet for her
angst.

Maybe I should write a hit song.

I mean, if misery
is what gets you a hit record

my diary isSergeant Pepper.

Miss Fine.

- What?
- You? You write a hit song?

- Yes.
- Miss Fine,
take it from someone

in showbiz.

It takes ability.
It takes talent.

It takes a sixth sense
to know when you got a hit.

This from a man
who casts Debby Boone

as Yentl the Yeshiva Boy?

I can't believe
you're being so unsupportive.

I mean, I finally find
something that I'm good at,
and all of a sudden--

Good at? You haven't
even done it yet.

- Well, I have a sixth sense.
- Oh, you're insane.

Oh, come on, Miss Fine.

Oh, just stay out of
my space, please.

Well, first of all,
it happens to be my space
and my couch, my table

my nanny.

So now I'm your nanny.

Well, excuse me,
but I belong to no man.

And if you don't believe me,
you just ask my mother.

♪♪ She was working
in a bridal shop
in Flushing, Queens ♪♪

♪♪ 'Til her boyfriend
kicked her out ♪♪

♪♪ in one of those
crushing scenes ♪♪

♪♪ What was she to do?
Where was she to go? ♪♪

♪♪ She was out on her fanny ♪♪

♪♪ So over the bridge
from Flushing to the
Sheffield's door ♪♪

♪♪ She was there
to sell makeup,
but the father saw more ♪♪

♪♪ She had style!
She had flair!
She was there! ♪♪

♪♪ That's how
she became the nanny! ♪♪

♪♪ Who would have guessed that
the girl we've described ♪♪

♪♪ was just exactly what
the doctor prescribed? ♪♪

♪♪ Now the father
finds her beguiling ♪♪

♪♪ Watch out, C.C.! ♪♪

♪♪ And the kids
are actually smiling ♪♪

♪♪ Such joie de vivre! ♪♪

♪♪ She's the lady in red ♪♪

♪♪ when everybody else
is wearing tan ♪♪

♪♪ The flashy girl
from Flushing ♪♪

♪♪ The nanny named Fran! ♪♪

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]

Oh, Fran,
isn't this the coolest?

Oh, it's Tasha's newest song,
"Twenty-five,
Broke and Living at Home."

Oh, Maggie, this is so freaky.

I just wrote the exact
same song last night.

I mean, it's not
the same lyrics,
it's not the same music

and she's 6 feet tall,
but I'm telling you, this is
me.

- Nanny Fine.
- Yeah?

Let me give you
some valuable advice.

Stick to what you know.

Oh, so, what are you telling
me,
I should just stay a nanny?

I said, stick to what you know.

I don't care what she says.

I am telling you,
this is Tasha's next hit.

I just gotta get this to her.

Uh, I don't know, Fran,
Tasha's lyrics are awfully
dark.

Oh, really? Darker than this?

♪♪ Hate my life,
I wanna be a wife ♪♪

♪♪ I'm gonna take a knife
to your daddy ♪♪

- Wow, Fran, that is amazing.
- Uh-huh.

How did you come up with that?

I don't know.

When Tasha records your song,
Mr. Sheffield
is gonna eat his words.

I know. Meanwhile,

waiting for Tasha after her
concert was a stroke of
genius.

We didn't even have to buy
tickets or anything.

We didn't?

Oh, no, Val, do not tell me
that you spent 50 bucks
a ticket

and we're standing out here
like twoshmegegges.

- No, no.
- Oh, good.

Two hundred.
I got them from a scalper.

Oh!

Please, just remember
this moment

next time you brag about
your mother doing the
trampoline
into her eighth month.

Oh, stop.

Oh, here comes Tasha.

Okay, we'll just follow her

into the limo and then
I'm gonna turn to her

and say,
"Why are you Mrs. Steve Allen?"

Because I'm too damned old
to be Mrs. Woody Allen.

Oh, Jayne Meadows, I love you.

Oh, thank you.

- What are you doing here?
- Yeah.

I just did Letterman

like he's never been
done before.

Tell Steve and you're dead.

You know what?

I think we're at
the Letterman theater.

You don't say.

Yeah.

I think we would have been
better off at that stage
door

you know, with the mob
of teenagers.

Oh, you mean
that one over there

- with all the kids screaming
"Tasha"?
- Tasha, Tasha, Tasha!

Oy,
in the limo.

Oh, no, my song, my song.
I gotta get her my song.

Quick, jump in this cab. Hurry.

Follow that limo.

Don't worry, honey,
we'll split the fare.

Faster, faster! Don't lose them.

- [TIRES SQUEAL]
- [HORN HONKING]

- Turn, turn!
- [YELLING]

- Stop!
- Stop!

VAL: Fran, how are we ever
gonna get in to see Tasha?

FRAN: What? Val, I am simply
going to introduce myself

as a legitimate songwriter.

Maid service.

- All right. Just make it
quick.
- Okay.

- Tasha's working.
- Oh.

Didn't you bring any soap,
shampoo, stuff for the
bathroom?

Oh, she wants the shampoos.

- Let's put them back in.
- All right.

- Here. Here you go.
- Yeah.

What do we do now?

I don't know, Val.
I'm a nanny, not a maid.

What's the difference?

Oh, that is so cold, Val.

Let me go check now and
see what's going on in there.

Turn on the vacuum
so it looks like we're
working.

- There she is, there she
is.
- Oh, let me see.

[SHOUTING]

[SCREAMING]

Val, shut off that vacuum!

What the hell
is going on out here?
What is all this screaming?

Well, uh, we were trained
by Leona Helmsley

so when we do something wrong,
we must verbally abuse
ourselves.

- Bad maid!
- No good!

I'm done in the bathroom
if you wanna go in there now.

Oh, no, thank you.

You know, we went
before we left the house.

Man, this song sucks.

I am so burnt out!

I can't write anymore!

Why can't I get in touch
with my anger?

Well, isn't that nice?

Now, the new girl
is gonna have to

make the whole
bed over again.

I'm out of here.

I gotta get some stimulus.

I'm going to Central Park.

I'm completely out of touch
with
what's going on in the world.

I mean, what is this
Kinko's I keep seeing?

What happens there?

Excuse me.

I've been to Kinko's.

I'll tell you,
you want a dose of reality

just try getting the student
discount under those
fluorescent lights.

- Is that a hard lot.
- Absolutely.

Who are you?

What's your name?

Um, Concepcion.

Concepcion.

You are exactly
what I've been looking for.

You are the voice of the people.

And not just the people.

Dogs hear me too.

Just put some mints
on the pillow and leave.

Oh, no, she wants the mints now.

- Give them the mints.
- What's the big deal?

- We're not getting
anything for free.
- I know. Nothing.

There you go.

Let's get to work, Tasha.

We've got an album
to put together.

Elaine, you are
such a slave driver.

She never lets me
out of her sight.

That's why I don't
have one friend.

Oh! We'll be your friends.

She only wants one, Val.

I'm either in a hotel
or on a Learjet.

I never talk to anyone
who knows anything.

I need to be with the people.

- Hello.
- Hello.

The downtrodden.

- Talk to me.
- Say it, girlfriend.

A working-class stiff.

- Hallelujah.
- Hallelujah.

Where do you think
you're going?

Excuse me, but she needs
to be around

some hardship
and suffering.

Come on, let's go back
to my place.

Cool. Where do you live?

Oh, it's right on Park Avenue,
next door to the French
Embassy.

Come in, come in.

Mr. Sheffield,
Tasha's in the house.

Your friend, Val,
is really cool.

Oh, you know,
I hope you're not insulted

that she didn't
come back here with us

but, you know, she really hit
it off with that Jayne
Meadows.

Mr. Sheffield,
Tasha's here to hear my song.

You're a songwriter?

Oh, didn't I mention that?

Actually, I'm a nanny.

I thought you were one
of the unwashed masses.

Oh, no, I just borrowed this
from hotel laundry.

I guess that explains
why I'm a little
fruhstucken.

First Kinko's, nowfruhstucken?

Life is passing me by.

I know.

Oh, my God.

Tasha, I'd like you
to meet Gracie

- Hello.
- and Maggie.

[AWKWARDLY GIGGLES]

And this one got accepted
to Columbia University.

Come on, let's go.

Wow, what should we do now?

Let's hear my song.
Okay. Niles!

Mm-hmm.

MAN ON TAPE:
You can get women.

Embrace your sensual energy.
Simply do the--

- Wrong side.
- Yeah, thanks.

[POP MUSIC PLAYS]

♪♪ Are you blind or what? ♪♪

♪♪ Are you a man or a mouse? ♪♪

♪♪ I wanna keep my pride ♪♪

♪♪ But can I still live
in this house? ♪♪

[CACKLING]

♪♪ I want true love,
my one real wish ♪♪

♪♪ But instead I got you
You cold British fish ♪♪

[CACKLING]

Hah?

Wow, Fran, you're bad.

Hey, I'm down with that, T.

No, I mean, really bad,
likefruhstucken.

Oh.

I was hoping your song was
more about struggle and
strife.

I need to get in touch
with people with pain,
angst, desperation.

Well, howdy doody?

Oh, my God, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

And you'll be happy
to know you were right.

I have no talent.

Tasha here hates my song.

- [WHINES]
- Oh.

Oh, it's okay, Miss Fine,
you're a beginner.

Your talent just needs
to be nurtured a bit.

No. She stinks.

[WHINING]

How can you be so cruel?

Do you have any idea what
this woman has been through?

Let's start with her
being dumped by her fiancé.

She has no job skills.

I keep her on as a nanny,
yet my children
can practically vote.

Isn't it bad enough that
she tells me I have no
talent?

Do you have to do a recap
of my whole miserable life?

No.

This stuff I can use.

Tell her about the time
I almost married my cousin.

Oh, look at your shiny new coat.

Been adding cod liver oil
to your diet?

[LAUGHS]

- You know, Niles,
you are funny.
- Mm.

You seem to have
a newfound self-assurance.

- Really?
- Yes.

You know, with this
kind of confidence,

you can get women.

Embrace your sensual energy.

- Oh, sir, may I help you
with that?
- Oh, no, no, no.

You just stand there and
look beautiful. Well, of
course,
I want you to help me.

Why is everyone picking on me
all of a sudden?

Oh, we're just jealous.

Of your sensual energy.

Is nothing sacred in this house?

That's good coming
from the captain
ofStarship Yenterprise.

Hold this.

Where is Miss Fine?
I wanna have
a serious talk with her.

I believe she's getting
dressed.
She's going out with Tasha.

Oh, God.

She's getting so carried away
being Tasha's muse.

I mean, doesn't she realize
that being some star's
sycophant

and hanger-on doesn't make her
part of the creative process?

No. It makes you a producer.

You know, I wouldn't run
with this new, confident
Niles.

The old butt-kissing one
had a job.

Uh, I didn't do my homework.

Why are you telling me?

Because I need to be punished.

Oh, what's the matter?
The nose ring?
You don't like it?

Oh, I can get rid of it.

-[SCREAMS]
-[BOTH SHOUT]

It's a clip-on, you wimps.

Oh, Miss Fine, please sit down.

- I need to have
a serious talk with you.
- Okay.

Oh, boy, now I know why these
rockers are so bitter and
angry.

Miss Fine, sometimes I look
at you and you seem so
innocent.

Well, not tonight, but.

Miss Fine, I worry about you.

Aww.

I think you're spending
too much time with Tasha.

Look, Mr. Sheffield,
I am not neglecting my duties

and I have to have
a creative outlet too.

I mean, Tasha's about
to cut a new album.

She needs her muse.

- I miss you.
- I'll call in sick.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Niles.
- [DOORBELL RINGS]

Niles!

- [DOORBELL RINGS]
- Oh, I'll get it.

You know, we really should
get more help around here.

I mean, I just have
a lot going on.

Hey, Fran. How's my muse?

Tashala, I'm exquisite.

Mr. Sheffield,
can you just give me a minute?

Listen, honey,
this really isn't a good
time.

I think Mr. Sheffield
is about to make a move.

But I'll give you something
so you don't walk away
empty-handed.

They cut up my credit cards
at Bloomie's. There's your
hook.
Go write a chorus.

You're happy. What changed?

Well, uh, Mr. Sheffield said
that he misses me.

Oh, I should have gone back
into
the workplace a long time ago.

All right. Well, then, see
you
around. Have a nice life.

Hey.

My fans wanna hear about broken
hearts and shattered dreams.

I'm glad things are going
so good, but that's not
stuff I can use.

Well, that's it, then?
It's over?

My audience can only relate
to the old you, the loser.

Well, one call from my mother
and I'm back.

Fran, chill.

It's okay to be happy.

I'm happy you're happy.

You're happy I'm happy?

Boy, I gotta get me
some more Gentile friends.

- [DOORBELL RINGS]
- Oh, no.
Just wait a minute here.

- Hi, Val.
- Oh, Fran,
you're not gonna believe

- what happened to me.
- What?

Someone took my tokens,
stole my purse.

- [GASPS]
- It's like I'm cursed.

♪♪ Someone took my tokens ♪♪

♪♪ They stole my purse ♪♪

♪♪ It's like I'm cursed ♪♪

Do you live with your parents?

Well, yeah, but I got privacy.

We just installed
one of those accordion doors.

Do you have a boyfriend?

[LAUGHS]

Mr. Sheffield.

[WHINING] Mr. Sheffield.

Mr. Sheffield.

Oh, there you are,
Mr. Sheffield. I'm so
depressed.

Tasha, she dumped me for Val.

Now she's gonna have enough
material for an anthology.

Oh, Miss Fine, this is
exactly what I was afraid of.

Oh, maybe I'm not so special,
maybe I'm not that creative.

Maybe this is as good as I get.

Insert nice sentiment here.

Miss Fine, there is
no one as special as you.

Oh, Mr. Sheffield,
you always know when
to say something sweet.

Here's to new creative outlets.

You know, Miss Fine,
you're far too groovy

for the music industry anyway.

You know, they are using
"groovy" again nowadays.

Yeah, I know, but when
it comes out of your mouth,
it just sounds like
leftovers.

Oh, do you guys
care if I watch MTV?

They're showing
Tony Bennett Unplugged.

You know Tony Bennett?

Tony is the man.

Would you join us
in the '90s, Dad?

[FRAN LAUGHS]

Oh, Tony Bennett.

You see, you're back in,
Mr. Sheffield.

Well, right on. Slap me five.

And out you go.

MAN ON TAPE:Congratulations.
You've made it
to the end of tape 10.

And now,
your most important lesson

which will guarantee success
with women.

[TAPE DISTORTS]

- [ROCK MUSIC PLAYS]
- ♪♪ But instead I got you
You cold British fish ♪♪

[FRAN CACKLING]

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]