All language subtitles for The Nanny S04E05 Freida Needa Man-eng

Where's the camera?
Where's the camera?

What do you need to take a picture of?

Well, I'm off to make the keynote
speech at the Theatre Guild.

Miss Babcock, you can't go like that.

Nanny Fine, I will be speaking
to Broadway impresarios.

But I will seek your fashion expertise
next time I'm dancing in a cage.

You don't need your coat. It's not cold.

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Oh, God. That's not fair.

That was gonna be my Christmas card.

Now, cheer up, Niles.

You know, there are people
out there with real problems

that don't even have a reason to live.

-Hi, sweetie.
-Hi.

Fran, you're never gonna believe this.

-I am standing here talking to you
-Yeah.

in size-six pants.

Oh, my God.

Val, you haven't been
a size six since you were 6.

I know.

Miss Toriello, that's not a six.
It's a nine.

Fudge Brownie or Rocky Road?

What do you mean "or"?

Fran, listen,

a bunch of my girlfriends
are getting tattoos this Saturday

-Yeah?
-Now, I need you to help me out with Dad.

Sure, honey. I'll invite him
for a nice romantic dinner,

candlelight, champagne,
lobster, soft music.

And then you think he'll go for it?

Well, he better
because I'm running out of ideas.

-You mean about the tattoo?
-Yeah.

No, honey, you ain't getting a tattoo.

-But, Fran.
-Honey

as long as I am living under your roof,
you'll do as a say.

Fran, what is the big deal?

You got a tattoo
when we were in high school.

-You have a tattoo!
-You have a tattoo!

My daughter has a tattoo.

I'm gonna kill myself.

I'm gonna stick my head
in the oven and kill myself.

Are these crab cakes done?

She was working in a bridal shop
In Flushing, Queens

'Till 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

My daughter has a tattoo.

I'm gonna be sick.

Niles, quick, get me something bubbly.

Club soda?

You got any Hershey's syrup?

Of all the schmucky things
that you did as a kid,

nothing compares to this.

Fran, you have broken my heart.
You've shattered my dreams.

I don't even wanna live.

Hey, pokey,
how long does an egg cream take?

When did you do this?

Remember when
Val and I were going to Hadassah

to audition for Jesus Christ Superstar?

Which, incidentally,
should have been a clue.

You know, Fran,
these tattoos are permanent.

I mean, what if you and Danny break up?

Val, he said he loves me.

I'm not gonna be with someone that says
he loves me and then takes it back.

Either of you AB positive?

-No.
-No.

Sorry!

I gotta lay off the espresso.

So, you got ID?

-No.
-No.

Well you gotta buy some,
or I can't tattoo you.

Okay. Good.

-Here.
-Ten bucks.

-Here.
-Okay. Thanks.

Want a beer?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Let me see your ID.

Good.

Okay.

-All right.
-Look, you got Charles and Di.

Gee, I hope that comes off.

I have a very bad feeling
about that marriage.

Val, you're so stupid.

Where's he going with those big ears?

Yeah, I hope you're right.

I'm still sore from turning Sonny
into Gregg Allman.

Oh, my God.

How could you do this to your family?

Would you like some more, Sylvia?

What? Did we just meet?

Where was I?

"Oh, my God.
How could you do this to your family?"

It really loses something
in the Gentile translation.

You know, this time
you haven't just defied your mother.

This time you defied God.

If you have a tattoo, you can't be buried
in a Jewish cemetery.

And unless you have it removed,
consider yourself disowned.

Ma.

You know, this has nothing
to do with you and me.

Come on, Niles. Obviously, you're dying
to tell me something. So, what is it?

It's a secret?

You promised not to say a word.

Two words.

It's a person. Who is it?

The Thompsons' butler?

Miss Fine!

What about Miss Fine?
What? Just tell me.

Just tell me, Niles, or you're--

-She has a tattoo.
-Miss Fine has a tattoo?

She does?

Such keen hearing.

And look, she brought a newspaper.
Good girl.

Niles, don't you think it's time
you came up with fresh material?

Something I haven't heard.

How about, "Can you stay the night?"

Niles, when do you have time
to come up with these clever retorts?

It must be that half hour between
scraping pigeon poop off the stoop

and fighting shower fungus.

So, Miss Fine has a tattoo?

I'm shocked.
How out of character for Nanny Fine

to do something cheap and vulgar.

Shameful. I...

I wonder where it is.

Well, obviously, on a part
of her body hidden by clothing.

Well, let's see.
That narrows it down to, what, Niles?

About 2 inches?

I remember the tattoo
being higher on your tush.

It was, Val.

Come on, Fran, please talk to Dad for me.

I mean, you remember
when you were 17, right?

Yeah, I do.

It was a very good year.

Better not be that good for you.

-Mr. Sheffield.
-Miss Fine.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thanks.

Let me ask you something.

How do you feel about tattoos?

Well, Miss Fine, seeing as you asked

as a matter of fact,
I am a little intrigued

by the idea of painted flesh,

hidden on some part of a body,

reserved only
for that special someone to...

Well, you know... Well, I'm...

Tattoos are okay in my book.

Thanks, Daddy.

What was that?

Well, you just gave your daughter
permission to get a tattoo.

What? I'd never let Margaret get a tattoo.

Well, you just said you loved tattoos.

Miss Fine, I was talking about on you.

Fran, how can you stand there
like that with the door wide open?

Mr. Sheffield could walk by and see you.

Not if you don't move, Val.

I just found out
that he is really turned on

by a certain little tattoo.

That guy from Fantasy Island?

Excuse me, Miss Fine. Have you talked
to Margaret about that tattoo business?

Yeah, I talked to her.
It's all under control.

Don't worry about it. It's taken care of.

Where the hell is it?

My God, bloody Waldo's easier to spot.

Is there anything else I can do for you?

No. Absolutely nothing.

No, I'll just be getting off-- Along.

Wow. The guy is obviously
so turned on by you.

What's taking him so long
to make a move?

You know, he's afraid that the kids
will suffer if it doesn't work out.

He is just so afraid of change.

Why do you think I stay 29?

It's for him.

Fran, if you think this tattoo
is your secret weapon

how come you made a doctor's
appointment to take it off your butt?

That's just a consultation, Val.

The only thing
I'm getting off my butt is Ma.

This baby is staying.

Now, what is it about a tattoo
that guys find such a turn-on?

It's very erotic, Val.

I mean, you know,
it's the lure of the forbidden.

You know,
it's like when we date a guy

and suddenly we find out
he drives a Sara Lee truck.

-Yeah.
-Same thing.

Yeah, I got it.

Dr. Roberts,

-could you make me look like--
-Nope.

But they do have a new procedure
that freezes muscles in your face

so you'll never get lines.

-So I'd never be able to smile again?
-That's right.

You married?

-No.
-You rich?

-No.
-So, what have you got to smile about?

Don't worry. He's a very good surgeon.

Although, I didn't care
for the way he lifted Aunt Lottie's boobs.

Well, on the bright side,

now she doesn't have to wear
shoulder pads anymore.

-Doctor?
-Yeah?

You know, we're here to find out
what you can do about this.

This is much more serious
than I imagined.

This thing is cracked.

So, what exactly is the problem?

Can you remove that tattoo?

I can take it off you next Tuesday.

Well, wait a minute.

Is it gonna scar? Is it gonna hurt?

Yes and ouch.

Fran, if you keep that tattoo,
you can't be buried in a Jewish cemetery.

It's either a bruised tuchis

or spending all of eternity
without your family.

Can you make it bigger?

Oh, Val, I just love
this new bathing suit I got.

You think Mr. Sheffield will be able
to see my tattoo in this?

Fran, he'll be able
to see your liver in that.

I just gotta figure out
an excuse to wear it.

Oh, wait! There's a four-day
weekend coming up.

-Kids! Kids! Come down here.
-Wait a second.

Won't Mr. Sheffield
be a little suspicious,

you suddenly planning a trip?

No. He worries when I'm not working
him for a free vacation.

-Kids.
-Fran, what's up?

-What's going on?
-Where's your sister? Gracie!

Fran, she's down the street.
She's not gonna hear you.

-What is it, Fran?
-Hi, honey.

There's a four-day weekend coming up.
Where should we go?

-The Hamptons.
-Skiing.

-Horseback riding.

Bermuda it is.

Well, Miss Fine, this is the perfect place
for a family vacation.

Here's tattoo-- I mean...

To you.

My God, I hope she didn't hear that.

Is this gonna be a piece of cake.

You know, Mr. Sheffield

Brighton and Maggie are gonna be
at the disco for at least another hour.

So that'll give us a chance to talk.

You know, about the kids, the house.

Did I remember to wax?

We're on vacation, Miss Fine.

A little time alone together
will give me a chance

to see a side of you I haven't seen.

Mr. Sheffield, I think you've seen
just about all my sides.

Only your good side, Miss Fine.

I've yet to see your backside--

Bad side.

So you've done wonders with the children.

I'm amazed at how Brighton
is really applying himself this year.

I have to say I was a little concerned
about his math grades.

Yeah, well, you know,
it was very wise to hire a tutor.

Yeah.

Yada, yada, yada. We're drifting.

Gotta get this puppy back on track.

-Boy, I'll tell you, it is so humid here.
-How about a swim?

And we're there.

Great idea. You know what?

I'll go change into my bathing suit,

I'll tuck Gracie in
and I'll be right back.

Watch me work this walk.

Oy! That's a turn-on.

Well, good night, sweetie.
Sweet dreams. Love you.

-Fran.
-What?

You know I can't sleep
when we're on a trip.

Will you sleep with me?

Oy! Right words, wrong Sheffield.

Okay, honey.

Why don't you just rest.
Maybe you'll get sleepy.

-Sleepy yet?
-Nope.

Will you be for 10 bucks?

How about a story?

Oh, honey, it's getting really late.

-I'm not gonna go to sleep unless you--
-Okay. Here's the story.

About a man named Jed,
a poor mountaineer.

-Fran.
-Barely kept his family fed.

You gotta get a life.

I'm trying.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

Why don't you just close your eyes?

-Fran.
-Yeah?

Will you promise me
you'll stay with us forever?

Honey, I'm counting on it.

Sometimes I worry
that everything's gonna change.

Well, you know, sometimes
a little change is a good thing.

-No, it's not.
-Why?

Cause if you don't like it, you can
never go back to the way things were.

-But what if you do like it?
-What if you don't?

Well, what's it to you?

God, what am I doing?

This is a test, isn't it?

Yeah. You want to see
if I can control myself.

Well, I'm going to prove something
to you once and for all.

I can't.

Oh, Miss Fine.

Why aren't you in your thong--?
I mean, thuit--

Bathing suit?

You know,
I really didn't feel like changing.

I don't think it's the right time
for us to take a swim.

Right. Right. I... Yes, I understand.

How about now?

Actually, I was thinking of maybe playing
a nice, friendly game of Ping-Pong.

Yes, Ping-Pong. Right.

-Safe.
-Fun.

Ready?

Oh, you.

You.

Yeah. Oh, yeah!

Oh, yeah!

Wow.

Chinese or Italian?

Both.

Thank you.

Fran, I know you're still in pain
from getting your tattoo removed

but I'm still getting one when I turn 18.

Well, not if you wanna be buried next
to your husband in a Jewish cemetery.

Well, I'm not Jewish.

Honey, don't be so selfish.

You know I live vicariously through you.

-You want your doughnut?
-Yeah.

Oh, isn't it ironic?

Every doughnut I touch
ends up on my hips.

Ma. How sweet.

You brought me
a chocolate chip Danish to ease my pain?

Yeah.

Sweetheart,
I'm so glad you took my advice.

Now you can be buried
in a Jewish cemetery.

Otherwise, we would have had
to dig a hole in the backyard,

next to Booboo the cat.

Ma, Booboo didn't die. He ran away.

Yeah.