All language subtitles for The.Nanny.S06E05.720p.HMAX.WEBRip.x264-GalaxyTV_track3_eng

Niles,
here I am Mrs. Sheffield now

and you're still making the bed,

making the meals,
laying out his clothes.

-I feel so guilty.
-Well, would you like to help?

No,
I just wanna figure out a way

to stop feeling so damn guilty.

Honey, have you seen
Grace's Halloween outfit?

-No.
-She's looking
a little more like

a trick than treat.

Uh-oh!

Gracie, honey, come on in here.

Let me see your costume.

Oh, are you insane?

There's no way you can go
to your Halloween party
dressed like that.

Black is over.
This year, gray is the story.

Better?

Oh, it's totally inappropriate.
She looks like... Well, like...

Me?

All right, Miss Grace,

let's leave
Mommy and Daddy alone

-to fight in private.
-But I wanna hear.

It's none of our business.

Darling, how could you
let her go out
looking like that?

I mean, what kind of example
are you setting?

What? She's dressed like me.

You love my style.

Yes, but you're much,
much older.

But than little, teeny, tiny
12-year-old Gracie, that is.

Look, the point is sweetheart,
since you've become her mother,

you carry much more weight.

Oh, no. Well.

Look, would you stop
staring at me like that?
It's spooky.

What? I'm just listening
to my husband

charm his fat, old, spooky wife.

Darling,
the point is now we're married.

We have to be much more careful
about what we say and do.

Like tonight, for example,

when Margaret's boyfriend
comes over.

You have to remember that a boy

looks to a girl's mother
to know what to expect

-in the future.
-Is that what you did with me?

Who's sorry now?

No. Just promise me one thing,

you'll try to be a little more
conservative tonight.

I mean,
that outfit you've got on.

I mean,
it suggests any woman would...

What? Jump into bed with a guy
after five years?

Look, darling, we have to set
the right tone.

-It's important you
and I are of one mind.
-Yours?

Yes.

Okay, honey. You got it.

-We're of one mind.
-Right.

-And by the way, tonight?
-Mm?

We have a headache.

♪ 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 make up
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 ♪

[Fran] Can you believe
the nerve of Maxwell

suggesting that I am not
a good role model
for those kids?

I mean,
would I ever steer them wrong?

Oh, this was the worst day
of my entire life.

Why, honey? What happened?

Well, you know, Kim,
still won't go out with me.

Well, did you nonchalantly drop
your Platinum Visa card

like I told you to?

No, the regular Visa.

Oh. You don't listen.

You see,
you are a great role model

-for those kids.
-Thank you.

You can talk to kids

and then just turn right around

and conversate
with the sophisticatos.

[Fran chuckling]

-Fran, I am so nervous...
-Hi, sweetie.

about my new boyfriend
coming over for dinner tonight.

Why? Because you have to prepare

the Chateaubriand,
polish the silver,

and comb the fringe
on the area rugs?

No, you do that.

Then chill out, girlie.

Niles, what's the matter?
You seem so bitter.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that
it's a very
emotional day for me.

I was here when
Miss Margaret was born.

I watched her grow up,
go off to college,

and now she's starting
an exciting new life.

And I'm still a butler.

Oh, I wish he can just adjust
to the fact
that he's a domestic.

I mean, it took me five years,
but I made peace with it.

So, honey,
what are you gonna wear tonight?

Well, I was thinking of wearing

one of Fran's
short little skirts.

No, no, no, I don't think
that's a good idea at all.

I think you gotta wear something
much more tasteful, longish,

and turtleneckish.

-Why?
-Why?

Because I'm a frigging
role model, that's why.

Daddy, just please,

promise me that you're not
gonna embarrass me

in front of my
new boyfriend tonight.

Fine, I'll tell you what.

Why don't I just lock
myself in my study

and stay there until he leaves?

Do you want Niles
to bring you a tray?

I'm not hiding in my office.

This is my house.
I'll do as I please.

And if I want to tell my funny,
Kaye Ballard stories,

which always kill,

then I shall.

Oh, Fran, do something,
say something.

Kaye Ballard.

-Honey,
let your father be himself.
-Thank you.

Sweetie, if you're serious
about this guy,

you are gonna have to let him
meet your family sometime.

I mean,
you can't hide them forever.

God knows I tried.

Oh, and you, don't embarrass me

in front of my
new boyfriend tonight.

You turned off the last two guys
I brought home.

Oh, yeah. I bored them to death.

Honey, calm down.

You're acting
a little nutsy here.

I mean, there is really nothing

as pathetic as an over-anxious,
desperate woman.

-[doorbell ringing]
-There he is.

Wet your lips.
Arch your back up.

Please don't let this one
slip through your fingers.

Oh, not you, sweetie.

-Hello, honey.
-Hey.

Everyone, this is Michael.

-Michael, these are my parents.
-Hi.

Gee,
you look very familiar to me.

Yes, yes you do.
Are you an actor?

-Have you read for me before?
-No, I'm a model. I don't read.

Michael has
a billboard in Times Square

that's ten stories high.

Oh, my God.

You are the underwear guy.

Honey, honey, this is the tushy
that hangs over your marquee.

-Please, show him. Show him.
-No, I really don't--

-Oh, please.
-Well, all right.

Yeah, that's it.

He looks much better
without his pants on.

What?

Honey,
why don't you go tell Michael

your funny Kaye Ballard story.

You know Kaye?

So, Michael, how did you become
an underpants model?

Well, I was going to college,
getting my liberal arts degree,

then one day someone offered me
$40,000 for a day's work.

[sad laughter]

And I worked
five days that week.

[sad laughter]

So tell me, Michael,
what does your father do?

He's a doctor.

Ka-ching.

He's one of the most prominent
plastic surgeons on Long Island.

Ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Really, Dad,
you would not believe
how huge his practice is.

Well, there's a lot of
older women out there

trying to recapture their youth.

It's sad. I mean,
most of them are so embarrassed,

they use phony names.

Good night, everyone.

Miss Bouvier?

I'm sorry, obviously,
you have mistaken me
for someone else, Michael.

So, Michael,

how long have you been dating
my beautiful, young daughter?

-Five weeks.
-Five weeks.

[Fran awing]

Reminds me of the first time
I brought a boy home for dinner.

Only it was Ma
that was kissing him.

She was so grateful.

Michael, do you have anything
to fall back on

when your rear end
is no longer supporting you?

-Dad.
-What?

Look, Mr. Sheffield I know,
what you're thinking.

A male model's not good enough
for your daughter.

Even though
I gross $800,000 a year.

[clattering]

Niles, are you all right?

Oh, nothing an additional
$790,000 a year couldn't fix.

I want you to know
that I really love
your daughter.

And I'm gonna do everything
I can to make her happy.

Oh, this is what
nachas is all about.

What's nachas?

Nachas means
feeling a sense of pride.

Oh, my God, he's Jewish.

Oh, my life is complete.

My daughter is marrying
a Jewish, male model.

Marrying? Wait a minute,
no one's marrying anyone.

Look, it's important
young people take it slowly

when they think
they're falling in love.

Yeah, but you don't wanna
pace yourself

like you're gonna live to be
140 either.

-Did you just kick me?
-Yes.

Ow!

Uh, listen, everyone,
we gotta go.

Michael and I are going
to the Roxy tonight.

So, we probably won't be back
till real late.

Aw, well, you have a good time.

You're adults,
you're responsible,

you can do whatever you-- Ow!

Well,
unless you're expecting candy

to come flopping
out of my tuchas...

quit whacking me
under the table!

Well, will you quit
acting like a sister

and act a bit more like
her mother.

Oh, why don't you just
give the kid a break?

He's a hardworking
decent fellow.

-He rents a beautiful apartment.
-Actually, I own it.

Oh, why don't you just shoot me?

When we're in
the middle of an argument,

why do you always walk out
when it's my turn to speak?

So I don't have to hear you.

You know what your problem is,
don't you?

You wanna be
the children's friend.

Well, you can't be.

We have to be like lawyers.
Like agents.

If the children like us,
we're not doing our jobs.

Oh, What is so terrible about me
being supportive of my daughter?

What do you think
is gonna happen?

Well, aren't you gonna run out?
It's my turn to speak.

No, because obviously
you have nothing to say.

Really?
Well, how about this then?

Did it ever occur to you
that your support

simply gives them
carte blanche to do
whatever they bloody well want?

Sweetie, my support helps build
her self-esteem,

which gives her the confidence
to make the right decisions.

Now, will you please
trust me on this?

-Oh, I don't know.
-Well.

-Oh, maybe you're right.
-Yeah, well.

Oh, God. What happened to me?

I used to be such a hip,
with-it, mod kind of father.

Okay.

You know what, darling?

I just thank God
that you are in my life.

Oh, and I don't have to tell you

how grateful I am
to have you in mine.

But I can show you.

I'll light the candles.

I'll get the Haagen-Dazs.

-For what?
-Gotta have something to wear.

-Fran. I am so sorry
-Hi, honey.

that you and Daddy
got into a fight.

Listen, can we talk on the way

-to the freezer?
-No. But, Fran,

it really meant a lot to me
that you consider
Michael and me adults.

And we should be able to do
whatever we want.

Sweetie, I was your age once.

Twice.

And I know how important it is
to have a role model

that believes
in all of your choices.

-I know, Fran,
and because of your support
-Yeah?

Michael and I have decided
to move in together.

Honey, that's fantastic!

Are you gonna be
needing a nanny?

Because I'm gonna be available.

Honey, have you seen Maggie yet
this morning?

-No, not yet.
-Okay.

Hello, my darling,
love of my life.

You know, honey,
there was something

that I neglected
to tell you last night.

Oh, well, there was something

I neglected
to tell you last night.

You know what? You go first.

All right. You were amazing.

Not that you're not
incredible every night

but last night
you were so generous.

Well, you know,
I'm trying something new.

I want to approach each time
like, well, it could be my last.

I like the sound of that idea.

I thought this crap was supposed
to stop once you got married.

Miss Babcock.
What is the matter?

You look very tense.

Well, I just got back
from the plastic surgeon.

He might have hit a wrong muscle
with the Botox. No biggie.

Yeah, I think he might
have paralyzed half your face.

Well, perhaps he was distracted
by the fact that your daughter

is moving in with his son.

[laughing]

What happened?

Maggie's moving in
with her boyfriend.

It's all my fault
and Miss Bouvier told him.

Will you get back here
this instant?

No!

I told you this would happen!

Well, that just makes you right
and me faster!

This is what happens when you
don't act like a parent.

Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah.

Oh, my God. Kaye Ballard!

-Kaye Ballard!
-What, Kaye? Where?

[door buzzing]

I'll get it, I'll get it.

-Trick or treat?
-Trick or treat?

Oh, I'm so scared.

One minute, boys.

Ma, there's no more
candy in the bowl.

It's only 5 o'clock.

What'd you do,
give it all out already?

Uh, yeah.

Do have something
we could give the kids?

Maybe a few pennies
or something.

Ah, that's a good idea.

Here you go.

-Thank you.
-Happy Halloween.

Hey, that lady took my candy.

You know, Halloween was always
Sylvia's favorite holiday.

She'd start collecting
at 7 o'clock in the morning.

She even took extra bags
to collect

for the underprivileged kids.

Remember?

Uh... yeah.

Ma, I want to talk to you.

You know,
Max and I had another fight.

Now Maggie wants to move in
with her new boyfriend,

and he's saying
it's all my fault.

-Sweetheart, you know
what your problem is?
-What?

You're spending too much time
with your husband.

The 35 years that I have been
married to your father, combined

maybe I've seen him totally...

six months.

Well, Ma, if I don't figure out

a way to keep Maggie
from moving in

with her boyfriend, I may be
moving back in with you.

Franny, you can't move in here.

I'd have to move out
and go to a home.

Ma, we put you in a home
10 years ago.

You bastards.

Sweetheart, I can't believe

you're fighting
with your husband.

It's giving me palpitations.

I probably won't live to see
Thanksgiving.

And I already bought the bird.

And ate it.

You're fighting with him,
and it's killing me.

Ma, Ma,
I didn't come here to upset you.

I feel terrible.

What can I do
to make it up to you?

Learn.

The performance that you
just saw is called guilt.

It's every mother's
secret weapon

that she uses on her daughter.

Use it to get the girl back.

Ma, do you think that I'm ready
to unleash the power?

Darling, embrace it.

Use it.

Pass it on.

Coming.

-Fran.
-Sweetie,
I will get right to the point.

There is no way
you are moving in here.

No daughter of mine
is going to live

in the most gorgeous condo
I've ever seen.

-I know, isn't it beautiful?
-Yes, but that is not the point.

You are too young to be
living here with him.

Don't you realize you're falling
in love with an image?

Nobody looks like that
in real life.

Except the guy
you're living with.

-Hey, Fran.
-Hi, Michael.

-You're our first visitor.
-Oh.

It's real sweet how close
you and Maggie are.

Yeah, well, that's the perks

of having grown kids
in your 20s.

-You mean in their 20s.
-No.

Now, tell me you guys,

are you really, really,
really sure about this?

-Yes.
-Yes.

Okay. Well, then I guess
I'll just have to accept--

Fran. Fran, are you okay?

I'll be all right.
Just give me a minute.

Oh, my God, I think your mom's
having a heart attack.

Listen to the boy.
Listen to the boy.

Fran, I'm so sorry.

-Michael, I'm moving back home.
-Really?

When pigs fly.

Fran, Jewish guilt does not work
on a shiksa.

Oh, fine. Well, at least I can
tell your father that I tried.

Look, you guys are adults
and I give you my blessing.

I'll be at Ma's if you need me.

I think it's best
that I spend a few days
away from your father.

You know, my health.

-[Maxwell] Margaret!
-[all clamoring]

Michael, flex your pecks!
Hide me! Hide me.

Daddy, don't even try.
I love Michael.

Fran gave me her blessing.
Why can't you?

You gave them your blessings?

Cut the guilt.
It doesn't work on the British.

Well,
what do you want me to say?

I mean,
they've made their decision,

and I am going to accept them.

That doesn't mean
I have to accept them.

You know, I can't believe that

you would rather
alienate your daughter

than try and understand her.
I mean, who did I marry?

Well, you know, I was asking
myself the same question.

Oh, well, then maybe
we should try and answer it

separately for a while.

-Well, maybe we should.
-Well, fine then.

Stop it. Stop it. This is crazy.

Margaret, you stay out of this.

Michael, this is gonna separate
my parents.

Listen,
we don't wanna hurt anybody.

We can't do this.
I can't do this.

-I'm sorry.
-I'll take you home.

Dad, I'm packing up my bags.
We're going home.

I can't believe that worked.

-Did I not tell you to trust me?
-You were terrific!

I had no idea you were
such an incredible actress.

And how about you?

You were so forceful, so strong,
such a turn-on.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but the doctor just sent
your results over.

You only have
four months to live.

Never mind, Niles.
Plan A worked.

Oh!

This is his apartment?

Rule number one,

never eat anything unwrapped.

See, that's not good.

Rule number two...

never eat loose candy.

See, that's bad.

You know something?

None of this is safe.

You're gonna
throw out the whole pail?

Um, yeah.

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