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Now, you notice, Ms. Fine how voluptuous and fleshy this nude is?
The artist was obviously inspired by Rubens.
Yeah, well, if you ask me she had one too many Rubens herself.
No, Ms. Fine, back then a full figure was the standard for beauty.
Meanwhile, if it were today, you'd see her sitting around the piano bar
singing show tunes with her three gay friends.
Oh, my God, it's my father.
Well, you know, my Uncle Louie started to develop breasts around 60.
What? No.
No, Ms. Fine, my father is in the gallery.
Well, I've got a few words to say to that cold manipulative son of a--
Oh my God, he's coming out.
-Come on, let's go. -No. No. Stop.
-Hide me. Hide me. -No. I will not perpetuate this feud
between you and your father.
-First of all, it's completely-- -Just kiss me.
Okay.
Maxwell. Well, what a surprise.
Father, good Lord, gracious me. Ms. Fine, would you believe it.
My father was actually inside the gallery that we were kissing in front of.
What a coincidence. Where are you gonna be tomorrow?
Who is this gorgeous woman and what is she doing kissing you
and not me?
James Sheffield, Maxwell's father.
Fran Fine, Maxwell's... well, it depends on what day it is.
Come on, son, give the old man a hug, huh?
Why? Don't you get enough hugs from that secretary
you abandoned your family for?
-Trollop. -What'd I do?
Maxwell, I never set out to hurt your mother. She's a lovely woman, shrew.
I'll take it from him but you, I just met.
Well, it's been wonderful seeing you, Father.
Why don't we do this again in, say, another 10 years?
Maxwell... So that's it? Walk away?
Put a dagger through your father's heart?
I could be dead in a year then you'll be sorry.
My God, you're Jewish?
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 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
Just tell me, what is so wrong with a 15 year old guy wanting
to take ballet lessons?
Nothing, sweetheart. It isn't you, is it?
Yes, it's me.
Well, you already look like a boiled chicken in a tank top.
Now you wanna wear tights?
Stop it. Look how mature your sister's being.
He goes to a different school. No one knows we're related.
-What's wrong with you people? -Just leave your brother alone.
He only wants to express himself artistically.
-You looking to meet chicks? -Yeah.
Yeah. You know, Niles, I think it's time that I marched myself
into Mr. Sheffield's office and talk to him
-that his son wants to be a ballerina. -Mm-hm.
What horrible thing have you done that won't seem so bad
after you tell him this?
I invited his father to the house for dinner.
And you're gonna tell him now? Just let me get to the intercom.
Talk to me, baby.
I can't believe she invited his father to dinner. What did he say?
He was livid.
He said this time she'd gone too far and then he threatened to....
What? What? Fire her?
Okay.
Fire her.
Ms. Fine, I cannot believe you invited my father.
Are you trying to kill me? Because you're not in the will, you know.
You can't leave now. My mother's coming over.
She's gonna think we're having problems.
We are. You're about to be found floating in the river
and I'm about to be pulled in for questioning.
-This is fabulous. -"Relive the magic at home," 1995.
So much is going on.
-I'd love to stay for dinner. -But you're not invited.
Ms. Fine, you have absolutely no idea what you've gotten yourself into.
Last time my father and I dined together, it almost came to blows.
You should see my family at Fung Lungs when they say they're out of mu shu pork.
Pork, Ms. Fine?
That doesn't count when it's Chinese food.
Why don't you give your father a chance to make up for lost time.
I'm sure you'll find you've got a lot in common.
No, unlike my father, I am not about to abandon my responsibilities
for sexual gratification with some cheap floozy who works for me.
Why?
-Sir. -Niles, well, you don't look a day older
-than when you worked for me. -That was my father, sir.
In that case, you look like hell.
Maxwell, I was thrilled to get your message at the hotel asking me
to come over here for a reconciliation.
It takes a big man to do that.
Actually, father, it takes a woman with big hair.
Why don't you give your father a break?
So he had an affair with a secretary 25 years ago.
You'll always be his son. Where is she today?
Here I am, darling.
-To die for. -To die for.
She is stunning and so tasteful.
Maxwell, darling.
Look at you. I remember when you were a little boy
and you adored playing hide and seek.
You always wanted to hide underneath my skirt.
-Or was that your father? -Darling, not in front of the children.
-Please, dear. -He used to love spying on us,
he and that chubby little chap who used to cleaned up after him.
Hey, it was an awkward stage.
I'll get it. I'll get it.
Here they are, Naomi and Wynona.
Trust me, Dijon mustard comes right out.
Look at that stain. Doesn't it look just like Jill Eikenberry?
I spill a lot too. This used to be a solid.
Don't worry, darling. I prefer if James doesn't wear a tie at all.
It just takes me longer to undress him.
Darling, don't tell secrets out of the bedroom.
What bedroom? I'm talking about last night in the elevator of the Equity Building.
Could I tell you stories about this one.
Boy, can I tell you stories about this one.
Sure I made them up but they'd knock your socks off.
You know, James, it's funny how you ended up with someone
from the other side of the river.
Like father like son.
Ma.
It's no insult. I'm... I'm proud of the fact that my father worked
on the tube for 30 years.
My father sat in front of the tube for 40.
Do you know, before I worked for James
I almost got a job at Buckingham Palace, doing The Queen's hair?
I almost got a job in the Village doing hair on Queens.
Well, Maxwell, it's obvious we're attracted to the same kind of woman.
You've inherited my gift for mixing business with pleasure.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, father but I hired Ms. Fine solely
for her extensive experience in child care.
That's right. You had enough. Niles, take it away.
So, James, you obviously did well for yourself.
I mean, this isn't a cheap tie.
Although now, it's not worth anything.
I do all right, Sylvia. I make most of my money in investments.
In fact, I just got a hot tip guaranteed to triple your return,
no commitment, short term.
"No commitment? Short term?"
Throw in some children, a dumped wife and you've got your life.
Isn't this delightful?
Where did you get the exquisite shrimp?
I came with her.
No, dear. I meant the crustacean.
She's my daughter.
Jolly good. Well, where were we?
Yes, Maxwell was calling me a tramp.
No offense, Joan.
But, father, I cannot imagine what possessed you
to bring this woman into my home.
My poor mother, sitting alone like a dog.
-I thought you hated your mother. -Well, I like her now.
Anyone see Babe?
How did they get that pig to learn all those lines?
Why don't you just cut your father some slack?
I mean, he obviously just wants to live his life hassle free
without any commitments.
Not unlike you.
Let it go. The man's entitled to a girlfriend.
And not if his wife has anything to say about it.
-You're married? -Mm.
Isn't that delightful.
Well, we'd been playing cat and mouse so long I decided to make
an honest woman out of her.
Well, I was wrong.
You and your father are completely different.
And I like him better.
So, Maxwell, how about a toast to me and my new wife?
A wife? I think gold digger is a more appropriate description.
How dare you speak to your Mother like that?
Stepmother, darling. "Youthful stepmother".
Do you think after all this anyone would be in the mood
for their little red potatoes?
What am I nuts? A pig can't learn lines.
He must have used cue cards.
So then Mr. Sheffield accused her of being a gold digger.
Which Mr. Sheffield?
The young one.
We'll pick this up later in the kitchen.
Bring a pair of alligator Gucci's, nine and a half D.
Niles, I should have never planned that dinner party.
It just stirred up all kinds of feelings of anguish and resentment.
In you when you found out that a Sheffield would marry an employee?
Yeah.
Fran, I gotta dump this ballet class.
It's full of all these muscular, good looking guys
who are obviously there to meet chicks too.
Not necessarily.
Honey, why don't you just quit?
Fran, I can't. I'm the lightest one. They already made me head swan.
Well, then what are you worried about, being labeled?
Listen, there were a lot of very masculine ballet dancers...
Barishnikov....
You know what? You'll tell your father
you joined the ballet class. He'll pull you out in two seconds.
Thank you, Fran.
And not a moment too soon.
I'll get it.
Fran, I hope you don't mind but I just had to talk to you.
-Love the outfit. -Love the outfit.
I feel so terrible about what happened the other night at dinner.
You know, James pretends not to care what Maxwell thinks
but it's one of the things that keeps him up at night, I'm the other.
I think it's just so awful when a father and son are at odds.
-Yes. -I wish I can be there
to comfort Mr. Sheffield when he's up all night.
Do me a world of good.
You know, I never believed that Maxwell would grow up
to be as judgmental and narrow minded as the rest of James' family.
They actually felt that I wasn't of his class.
That is such bull.
Do you know it took 10 years for James to finally make his move?
Ten years?
When he finally made his move, the only reason he did it was
that I went into his office to change his typewriter ribbon,
wearing a sexy little midriff top and a very, very short mini-skirt.
I can't dress like that. You know, I take care of children.
I'll never forget how he took me in his arms,
gazed into my eyes and told me that he loved me.
And then he took it back?
No. Then he proved it, six times.
I hate my life.
First, he dimmed the lights.
Then he grabbed me and brought my body close to his.
And then with one sweep of his arm he cleared the desk of everything
and then neat....
Do you have any ice?
Yeah, here.
What? What?
That was the first time that I ever nibbled on James' ear.
It drove him absolutely crazy
and then I....
-I can't do that. I'm Jewish. -No.
Mr. Sheffield.
It's time to change your ribbon. Where's your typewriter?
It's in the attic with my Peter Max posters.
See, you.
Ms. Fine, wait.
Yes?
I've had an epiphany.
Already? Just from doing this?
I've always resented my father for his total lack of concern
for anyone's feelings but his own.
He's always lived solely for his own pleasure.
Maybe that ain't so bad, huh? I mean, maybe he's got the right idea.
I mean, I am a man. I have needs too, right?
Yeah, good. Because I can use a couple multiple epiphanies myself.
-I got a problem. -All right, honey, solve it yourself.
-It builds character. -No, no.
Okay, Dad, here it is. I'm in a ballet class
and I don't care what you say, I love it and I'm staying in.
Well, son, you should do whatever makes you happy.
Even if you call the school and demand
they take me out of that class, I'm not leaving.
I want you to do it.
Would you let me live my own life?
For the love of God, I'm a ballerina.
I'll tell you, he is so lucky that he's got people
that love and support him.
Come here. Look how big his butt looks in those tights.
So you were saying, you're a man, you got needs?
Well, maybe I should just face the fact
that my father fell in love with his secretary.
And your sister fell in love with her chauffeur.
-And my grandfather married his maid. -No sense breaking tradition.
None that I can see.
-Wait. Something is missing. -What? What?
I know.
What are you doing here?
I'm picturing myself in Ms. Babcock's BMW.
-Well, we're off to Saint Tropez. -We just came to say good--
Hi. Hello.
Well....
Honey, you've got a post it on your bum.
Well, Father, I'm glad you stopped by. I think I owe you an apology.
Well, you know, you don't wanna keep them waiting.
I mean, there's a big time difference where you're going.
You're probably late already.
Just a moment Miss Fine, I have something I need to say
-to my father. -All righty, then.
-Father, I believe I was wrong about you. -That was beautiful. Enjoy your trip.
We're wiped out.
We lost $25,000 on that investment of yours.
Well, you win some, you lose some. Thank God that's all you invested.
That was our entire life savings.
Stop it.
You said it was guaranteed triple our money.
Ma, ma, nobody forced you. You can't point fingers.
That was the money that we were gonna move to Boca with.
You are a dead man.
Father, how could you be so cavalier? These people are living on a fixed income.
-I feel faint. I need something. -I'll get you some water.
No, steak. I need protein.
And darling, I think we should dash off if we're going to make it
-to Constantine's yacht. -Mm-hm.
God, you are so incredibly insensitive.
Well, how can you say I'm insensitive,
when you're the one who's making me late for cocktails?
What was I thinking? I was actually trying to be more like you.
Well, now I remember how much pain your selfishness causes other people.
I'm sorry, Ms. Fine. I'm sorry for what almost happened here.
Well, that's bloody over with now.
All righty, then.
You realize that our Christmas get together
at my chalet in Tuscany is off.
You think I'd actually want to spend my holidays
in the Italian countryside gorging on rich food,
partying with European glitterati? Well, I wouldn't.
And I wouldn't dream of subjecting my family to it either.
Why?
-Come on, Joan. -Just a minute.
Darling, I know what you're thinking but there's a part of James that is good.
Not as good as it was 20 years ago but it does the job.
And by the way, darling, I think that junior may still come around
but I'd lay off the chocolates if I were you.
Ms. Fine, I feel awful about your parents
not being able to move to Boca.
You feel awful?
Is there anything I could give them to help smooth things over?
Grandchildren?
Maybe I should just reimburse them for the money they lost?
Absolutely not. They're way too proud. They would never take it.
They'll just talk about it constantly, nag you incessantly
and never let it die until you do.
Don't look now but your father's in that gallery again.
-Quick. He's coming out. -Come here.
Ms. Fine, that is not my father.
My mistake.
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