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Oh, Niles, this is an excellent issue ofVanity Fair.

Oh, really? What's in it?

Obsession.

[MUTTERS] Article, article, article.

Oh, Safari.

Article, article, article.

[GASPS] Mel Gibson!

He has a cologne? - No.

So now, which one's Mr. Sheffield

and which one's Miss Fine?

She named her hamster after me.

Oh, how can you tell them apart?

Fran's the fat one.

She's not fat. She just has big hair.

Oh, no, Mr. Sheffield is fighting with Miss Fine.

He's not fighting with her. He's having--

Mr. Sheffield! Get off Miss Fine.

Miss Fine has a headache.

Oh, look. Mr. Sheffield has already fallen asleep.

Okay, kids, go bring Miss Fine upstairs

and give her a chew stick.

She's not satisfied.

This month'sSoap Opera Hair magazine has arrived.

The "Bigger is Better" issue?

Mm. With a free sample.

Oh, this is like Hanukkah in July!

Fran, I can't believe you're doing that.

Why, honey? Did you think

that I got this fullness naturally?

Oh, no. This is just the outer shell.

Inside I've got gel, mousse, volumizer.

There's a whole infrastructure going on in there.

The only difference between me and the Kingdome is AstroTurf.

Fran, don't you care about ecology?

There are chemicals in here that are unsafe.

Some of that stuff is toxic.

Honey, you wanna clean up toxic waste,

start with Brighton's bathroom.

Fran, I'm serious. Give me that.

Oh, no! No! I didn't do the tendrils yet.

Oh, boy, I'm getting a weird flashback here.

Only you're me

and I'm...

my mother.

What are you talking about?

I was young too once, out to save the world.

So you were, like, an activist in the '60s?

Seventies, late.

Nuclear power, animal rights, cyclamates.

Cyclamates?

Oh, yeah. It was a big controversy.

Lemon Tab was never the same.

[THEME TUNE PLAYS]

♪ 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 Sheffields' 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 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 ♪

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Mr. Sheffield, if you were my cousin Marsha,

and then you saw me in this dress,

what would you do?

I'd, uh...

tell you you look fabulous,

then trash you the moment you left the room.

And...?

And, uh...

eat an entire Sara Lee Pound Cake?

There you go.

For a minute there, I thought I was gonna have to change.

Isn't it a little sedate for you, Nanny Fine?

You don't look like you're trying to get a sailor

to buy you a champagne cocktail.

[LAUGHING]

Where you headed, a funeral? [CHUCKLES]

As a matter of fact, I am. My great-aunt Mima Fageh.

She was 104. - Oh.

Well, how did she die?

Childbirth.

Fran, tell Dad he's being totally unfair.

Mr. Sheffield, you're being totally unfair!

What is it I'm trying to get him to do again?

Mark and I want to go to an all-night,

Save the Earth poetry reading.

Oh, right.

What's the big deal?

Maggie and Mark wanna go to an all-night Save the Earth--

All night?

Oh, honey, kiss it off.

Fran, they're having a candlelight vigil

Oh, that reminds me. I gotta pick up the pastrami platter.

You know, if it sits too long,

it gets that rainbow-patina thing happening.

I can't believe you.

Is this what happens when you turn 21?

Twenty-one. [HE CHUCKLES]

Don't mock the child, Niles.

Look, Maggie, why don't you and your friends

take it in turns to save the planet, hm?

You could take the day shift,

and then someone whose parents are out of town

could take the night.

Oh, fine. I'll go stand in the hole in the ozone layer.

Be sure to wear sunblock!

Well, Miss Fine, it's refreshing to have you

on my side for a change.

Oh, that. Pfft. I read somewhere that

the primary caregiver should always agree

with the guy that writes the checks.

Thank you for your support.

But for your information,

I am too young to be on the pig side

of a generation gap.

Huff and puff as much as you like, Miss Fine.

This little piggy is not letting her go.

That doesn't mean I'm not thrilled

Margaret has a social conscience.

I just wish there were more people like her.

Ooh, aren't these elephant tusks exquisite?

They came from that cute little poacher in Kenya.

And here I thought you'd had your wisdom teeth pulled.

So when you're watching Gorillas in the Mist,

you're thinking, "In a fajita,

I bet they're not so bad."

It was a gorgeous funeral.

Ah, Mima Fageh didn't look so hot,

may she rest in piece.

She could never pull it together

for a special occasion.

You know, when my time comes,

I don't want no open casket.

I don't trust no one to put on my makeup but me.

How's the corned beef?

Fatty, Daddy. No good.

What do you do when you like something,

eat the Corningware?

So when are you due?

Grandma, I'm not pregnant!

So stop eating.

Morty! Turn the set down.

We're mourning in here.

Meanwhile, explain to me green carnations on a casket.

St. Paddy didn't drop dead.

Why couldn't their side

spend a little on flowers, like we did?

Syl, their side never did as well as us.

What well? My daughter's a maid.

Nanny, Ma!

Meanwhile, I wonder who got the coat.

What coat?

Mima's mink.

She slept with it more than she slept with Oscar.

Mima's husband's name was Louie.

Yeah. So where are you not following me?

Oh, well, I guess it wasn't the mortician

that put that smile on her face.

Maybe we should see what's in the envelope

Uncle Dave gave us.

I think it's a copy of the will.

You know, I always offered to drive her

to her checkups,

even after the bladder went.

Save it, Marsha. It's already written.

She's not coming back with an eraser.

Aunt Frida got Mima's diamond wedding ring.

[WOMEN GROAN]

I wanted that.

Cousin Judy got the blender.

[WOMEN GROAN]

I coulda used that.

Uncle Maury got the pasta machine.

[GROANS]

That, they can have.

Who cares about their side.

Let's get to our side.

"Their side", "our side".

Who's keeping score?

Meanwhile, it's 3-zip.

MARSHA: Oh, please! - Ma. Calm down.

You're shvitzing already.

Soon you're gonna slide off the couch.

This is such a trying time for me.

Life won't be the same without my beloved Mima.

Shut up, Marsha.

"And the coat goes to

FRAN FINE!"

Come on down.

I won the coat?

I won the coat! [CHEERING]

[IN UNISON] May she rest in peace.

She gave Fran the coat?

Who schlepped her to the beauty parlor

every week to get her three hairs set?

Who smeared her with Bengay after shuffleboard?

And after she got the hammertoe fixed,

who lugged her around?

My husband, that's who!

Well, you can keep the coat, 'cause I don't want it.

What, are you nuts?! Why?

Ma, I only wear fake fur.

And do you know why? - Yes.

Because no one ever died and left you a real one before.

No. I have a very impressionable teenager at home

that needs to know that I stick by my beliefs.

And I believe in animal rights.

Fran...a mink is not an animal.

It's a rodent.

If it was up in the attic,

you would be the first one to call Terminix.

Ma, knock it off.

I'm not putting a dead animal anywhere near me.

Pass the tongue. MARSHA: Oh.

Fran, you're keeping the coat.

No, I'm not. And do we have to discuss this

in front of everyone?

No, we'll discuss it in there.

Fine. - Excuse us.

They don't wanna talk in front of us.

SYLVIA: How could you turn your back on everything

that I raised you to believe in?!

This is mink!

Ma, if you love the mink so much,

why don'tyou keep it?

I'm too busty.

Didn't stop you from wearing a tube top to Temple.

It's Reform.

Ma, forget it. I'm not taking the coat.

You know, you're killing me with this.

If I die tonight,

you'll never forgive yourself.

Ma, I'm a grown woman.

You can't use guilt on me anymore

to get what you want.

Oh! - What's the matter, Ma?

Nothing. I just hope I'm not getting

that weird flesh-eating disease.

We couldn't hear.

Niles. Hm?

Did my mother call?

Well, I'm not sure. There was one call.

A sob, a sigh

and a long, plaintive, "Oy."

Well, either that's her, or AT&T is really depressed

that we switched to Sprint. - [CHUCKLES]

I can't believe she would stoop to crank-guilt-calls.

How low can she go?

Hey, you're talking about a woman

that could grow a tumor on command.

[DOORBELL RINGS] - Excuse me.

Well, it's not going to work.

I'm a grown woman.

I'm entitled to my own opinions.

And no silent treatment is going to make me

compromise my ideals.

That coat is staying in Queens.

Thank you.

Oh, can you believe her.

Didn't she hear a word I said?

I don't want this disgustingly

soft, lush, plush...

Oh, Niles, did you see the satin lining?

Boy, they don't make it like that anymore.

Oh, it does become you, Miss Fine.

Oh, no, Niles, it's absolutely repulsive.

I can't stand it.

Up or down? [CHUCKLES]

Oh, take it off me. Take it off.

Oh, look at the initials, "M.F."

Mima Fageh.

"Miss Fine". It's like it was meant to be.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, you could always send it to Morgan Freeman.

Oh, Mima.

Mm, it smells just like her,

Shalimar and stuffed cabbage.

I remember when I was a little girl in the winter.

She would bundle me up in her coat with her,

her bosoms right on top of my head.

My ears never got cold.

I looked like Princess Leia.

Until Mima got older. Then I looked like Goofy.

Funny, as a lad, I don't ever recall

wearing bosoms as a hat.

Although, once at a butlers convention--

Don't take me there, Niles.

Oh, my God, Fran, what is that dead animal?

Where? Where?

On your back.

Oh, this. Oh, I inherited it.

But I refused to accept it.

Then why are you wearing it?

Uh, I'm just indulging Niles.

He wanted to see me in it.

All right, already, are you happy?

Can I take it off? Sheesh!

Niles, I'm surprised at you.

Oh, forgive me, Miss Margaret.

I'm such a beast.

Good morning, everyone...but Dad.

Niles, thank you so much

for buying glass bottles

instead of plastic ones at the market.

My pleasure, Miss Margaret.

I've always wanted to know what a hernia felt like.

Aren't you joining us, Maggie?

Oh, no. While you leisurely sit here and eat,

hundreds of acres of rain forest

are being destroyed.

So you're taking your croissant back to the Biosphere?

[CLEARS THROAT] Sit down, Margaret.

Hello, hello.

Oh, C.C., care to join us?

Well, is there enough?

No. Niles.

Well, it's just that you know how I feel

about her eating inside.

What was that?

I asked what she would like on the side.

Bacon? Sausage?

Mighty Dog?

[YELPS]

Oh, it's so nice sitting here with all of you.

I feel like part of the family.

Good morning, Stacy.

Uh, Gracie.

Thank you...

Brighton.

So, kids, what's new?

Miss Fine's having a baby.

ALL: What?

Who's the father?

Why, Mr. Sheffield, of course.

[SPITS]

Miss Fine, what on earth is all this about you being pregnant?

Pregnant? Me? Oh, that's impossible.

Well, it's not impossible.

Oh, yeah, it's impossible.

Miss Fine and Mr. Sheffield are hamsters.

Oh, I knew I left something out.

Uh, please, no animals in the dining room.

I will be in the office.

Oh, very good, sir. Usually, I have to tug at her leash.

Niles, has my mother called yet?

No, I'm afraid not.

Oh, Miss Fine, why don't you just take the blasted coat

and have done with it?

FRAN AND MAGGIE: No!

Why can't Fran have an opinion

different than her mother's?

Children should have the right

to make their decisions and live their own lives.

You can have any opinion you like, Maggie.

Just don't have it in the park after dark.

With Mark. Oh, there's your poetry.

Now you don't have to go.

Oh, come on, Miss Fine.

How did you make up with your mother in the past?

Well, when I was a little girl,

I would put a napkin on my head

and singSunrise, Sunset.

At eight, it's adorable.

At 30, they're giving you 3000 units of Thorazine.

Well, if there's anything I can do...

Well, now that you mention it,

couldn't you talk to her, please?

I mean, you're so handsome, diplomatic.

What does that to do with anything?

Well, my mother responds to good looks.

She always said you reminded her

of Dave from Alvin and the Chipmunks.

The cartoon? - Yeah.

She had a thing for George Jetson too,

but he's a little more goyish.

Oh, Niles, isn't Mr. Sheffield a doll

for going to all the trouble

of inviting my mother here for dinner?

Yes. He's really knocked himself out.

Did you stock the bar?

Yes, Miss Fine. We have Chivas, Pimm's, Stolichnaya.

What does Sylvia like to drink?

Diet Slice. Oh. Will Fresca do?

No! It doesn't have the zest of lime in.

Oy, now I'm gonna have to go out.

Hi. - Oh, Miss Fine.

Well, this should be an interesting dinner, sir.

Miss Fine and her mother not speaking,

Miss Margaret not speaking to you.

That will leave the bulk of the conversation

to you and...Sylvia.

Oh, good God.

Well, perhaps you can swap stories.

You can tell her how you started in the theater,

and she can tell you how she removes unwanted hair.

For heaven sakes, we've got to get someone else for dinner.

Well, it is Saturday night, sir. Most people do have a life.

Well, I'm off.

[CHUCKLES]

C.C., by any chance are you free tonight?

No, I have to pick up my grandfather

from the airport.

Old thing's in a wheelchair with a respirator on--

Why?

I was wondering if you'd care to join me for dinner?

Done! Love to.

What about your grandfather?

Oh, he'll get a Skycap. He's loaded.

He'll put a 20 in his mouth and wave it.

No, no. I just can't do this.

No, M-Maxwell, it's not a problem.

The old guy's in a wheelchair. It's downhill from La Guardia.

No. You see, it won't be just us.

I'm afraid Miss Fine and her mother will be there.

Oh, Ihate

Which one? - Pick.

Really? Sylvia's always saying what a beautiful,

charming, sophisticated woman of the world you are.

Really? Those are her exact words?

That reminds me. I have to get the name of your manicurist.

Sylvia's always going on about

how beautiful and young your hands look.

I've always adored Syl.

But if you have a more pressing engagement--

Forget about Gramps.

I'll call the airline,

they'll stick him where they put the skis.

Niles, another place setting on the table,

and make it right next to my pal, Syl.

"Get the name of your manicurist," indeed.

I learned from the master.

Yeah, well... [CHUCKLES]

Aren't my hamsters cute?

We named the babies Maggie, Brighton and Grace.

There was a C.C., but Miss Fine ate her.

[NILES CHUCKLES]

Isn't that adorable?

The kid collects vermin.

Syl? Is that you?

Yeah. I was invited.

[LAUGHS]

Shame on you, girlfriend.

Why haven't we done lunch?

Because when you saw me eat a chicken,

you had to take an Advil.

Oh, hi, Ma. What a nice surprise.

Gee, I didn't know Mr. Sheffield

invited you for dinner.

You want a Diet Slice?

No, thanks. It gases me up.

Come,Cicileh.

Oh, this ring is stunning.

My aunt gave it to me.

Oh, it's a family heirloom.

How nice of you not throw it back in youraunt's

Mom, would you cut me some slack?

Why won't you wear a stinking coat?

You watch your tone of voice, young lady.

Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it.

Not you, Ma. He's talking to Maggie.

Maggie does nothing.

She's a good daughter.

And what am I, Patti Davis?

This is just like when you refused

the mother-daughter kaftans that I bought us.

Six years old, in a turban?

That's it. I wash my hands of you.

Oh, Mr. Sheffield. - She's getting away.

Niles, the napkin. - Oh, no, no.

Yes, Miss Fine. Yes, yes. - No. No, no, no.

♪ Is this the little girl I carried? ♪

Fran, that's not fair.

♪ Is this the little boy At play? ♪

Boom, boom, boom.

♪ I don't remember Growing older ♪

BOTH: ♪ When did they? ♪

Oh, Fran, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Mom. [BOTH SOB]

C.C.: Oh!

Syl!

Honey, please, it's over.

NILES: Miss Babcock,

TWA is on the phone.

It seems there's an unclaimed elderly gentleman

on carousel five.

Ooh!

Oh, Ma, I don't wanna fight anymore.

Me neither.

It's just such an honor that Mima chose you.

She came to this country with nothing.

She worked, she sacrificed.

This coat symbolizes the struggles of our family.

Ma, she won it onThe Price Is Right.

Fran, you should keep the coat.

After all, you're the one

who always says family comes first.

Oh. All right, I'll keep the coat.

Oh, I never thought I'd hear you say those words.

But just in case, I got it right here.

Oh. But I can't wear it.

All right, maybe just around my cousin Marsha.

Because it'll kill her.

And then at least the minks won't have died in vain.

And, Dad, as important as this poetry meeting is to me...

if you really don't want me to go...

then I'll respect your decision.

I really don't want you to go.

Why not?

That is the most beautiful coat I have ever seen.

I'll give you $10,000 for it right now.

Oh, no, I'm sorry. This coat--

Looks better on a blond.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYS]

Okay. [REMOTE CLICKS]

Oh, Miss Fine, how can you watch these shows?

Well, you're right. [TV PLAYS]

It hasn't been the same since Shane left.

You know, he auditioned for me once...

with that phony British accent.

How about an old Dick Van Dyke Show?

Oh, I used to love that Millie Helper, the neighbor.

She was so funny.

I don't know why they never spun her off.

I heard she was very hard to work with.