Oh, honey, are you gorgeous!
You look just like a virgin.
Here, I brought you some crackers
for your morning sickness.
So when are you and Danny gonna set a date already?
Oh, you know me,
always a bridal consultant, never a bride.
Right, Danny? What can I say?
Well, how about, "Here's a ring. Pick a pattern?"
I'm serious.
We've been pre-engaged for three years already.
I'm sorry.
I should've said this sooner.
I wanted to do it some place nice.
Oh, wow.
All right. Here goes.
I've been thinking...
we should start seeing other people.
What? Since when you been thinking that?
Since I saw Heather Bibelow.
I can't believe you're telling me this.
What, were you stringing me along
because I'm your best salesgirl?
That's the other thing.
Heather needs a job.
You're firing me?
I can't believe I just wasted three years
of an ever-dwindling youth on you and this dump!
You can't fire me, Danny Imperiali.
I quit!
No. You fired me.
That way, I can collect unemployment.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Hello, I'm Fran Fine,
your Shades of the Orient cosmetics representative.
Oy, what a loser.
Hello, I'm Fran Fine--
Yes, come in. We've been expecting you.
Oh, you have?
You are here for the nanny position?
I could be.
Wow, this place is nicer
than my Uncle Jack's condo in Boca,
and, you know, he bought the model.
May I present your résumé to Mr. Sheffield?
Uh... résumé?
You know what? Why don't you go get this Mr. Sheffield,
and I'll do the résumé presenting myself.
As you wish.
This ought to be good.
We're never gonna find an actress for this part.
Ann Miller passed. Gwen Verdon passed.
Ruby Keeler passed...
away, I believe.
What's she doing on this list?
Relax, darling.
You need a shiatsu.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
I see you're working hard as always,
Miss Babcock.
Theater has always been a passion of mine.
Hmm. I can't wait to see what you'll be mounting next.
Yes, Niles. What is it?
Sir, there is a new nanny waiting to be interviewed.
What happened to the old one?
Brighton staged another fake suicide.
Best one yet. Spread-eagle on the marble
with a bit of catsup trickling from his ears.
We've got half the money people
in New York coming to our backers' party,
and I will not have those children running loose!
Not that I don't love them as if they were my very own.
Mm-hmm.
I do.
BOY: Oh!
Oh...
Ah...
Ohh.
Do you have a pen?
Oh, forget it.
Brighton, you're losing your touch.
I'm Maxwell Sheffield.
This is my son,
the late Brighton Sheffield.
Wait. I know you.
Esquire
"New York's 10 most Eligible Widowers."
My condolences, by the way.
You readEsquire?
When they list the 10 most eligible widowers, I do.
Hi. I'm Fran Fine.
Well, do come in.
Oh, boy, do you have gorgeous tchotchkes.
Ah-- I beg your pardon.
Oh, you know, your bric-a-brac, dust collectors.
Ah, the Rodin. Yes, well...
He was-- He was well-known for his bronze tchotchkes.
May I see your résumé, please?
Oh, yeah. Sure.
Crayon? Lipstick.
Of course, and what a lovely shade.
I hate her.
Now, Brighton, let's not be hasty.
Yeah, I haven't even sung "Climb Every Mountain" yet.
Miss Fine, you seem to have listed
the Queen Mother as a reference.
What? Let me see that.
Oh, no. That's not the Queen Mother.
That's my mother from Queens!
Hi, Daddy.
Oh, hello, sweetheart.
Maggie.
Hello, Father.
Oh, boy, are you gorgeous!
And look at that hair.
You see, now, you cannot get color like that
from out of a bottle. No way.
I'll be in my room doing my homework.
Really lights up a room, doesn't she?
You don't need personality when you're an heiress.
So, sweetheart,
how was therapy today, hmm?
Any, uh-- any breakthroughs?
Dr. Borne and I did some regression.
She took me back through my childhood.
Must have been a quick trip.
Oh, you have no idea how complicated I am.
Therapy, huh?
It was a lot easier than talking to us directly.
All right. That's it. Brighton, go to your room.
All right. Come on, Gracie.
Let's leave Father alone to hire someone else
to take care of his problem children.
Oh, you're a bitter little person, aren't you?
We're gonna get along fine.
I'm-- I'm sorry you had to see that.
I'll show you out.
What'd I do? One smart-ass remark from the kid,
and I don't get the job?
That's not fair.
As you can see, I need help here--
more help than can be provided
by a door-to-door cosmetics girl.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Niles?
Niles!
Oh, for God's sakes, I'll get it.
Sheffield residence.
No, honey, it's Fran.
Give me that.
It's the nanny agency.
Maxwell Sheffield here.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah. Right.
No, no. Monday is not acceptable.
Listen, I need a nanny this weekend.
Do you have any experience with children?
Are you kidding?
I practically raised my sister's two kids
when she was suing her chiropodist.
There has to be another agency.
Oh, please! I come from Flushing.
There is nothing these kids can throw at me
that I haven't seen before,
except maybe their trust funds.
All right. You're hired, but on a trial basis.
Oh, thank you, Mr. Sheffield!
Thank you so much. You won't regret it.
Somehow, I'm rather sure I will.
Niles will show you to your room.
Oh! The nanny gets to live here?
Is that a problem?
Oh, yeah. I'm sure I'm gonna miss being 29
and still living at home with my parents,
but, if it's best for the kids...
Twenty-nine.
Don't start with me, Niles.
[CHUCKLES]
Good morning, everyone!
Ooh, that Jacuzzi tub really knows
how to perk a girl up in the morning.
Do you people sleep like that?
No. In a rather astounding coincidence,
I sleep in a pair of pink, fuzzy slippers just like yours.
A simple "We dress for breakfast"
would suffice.
You have to tell me these things, Niles.
I simply assumed--
Don't assume anything with me.
I'm from Flushing, for God's sakes.
Oh, I just love a good buffet.
It's free, Miss Fine.
You're allowed to go back.
Oh!
Oh... where do I sit?
The previous nanny sat in the kitchen.
Oh, how antisocial!
So, kids, what should we do today?
Should we take a walk in the park
or maybe just kick back, hang around the mansion?
We have to go somewhere.
Father's kicked us out again.
Now, Brighton, I didn't kick you out.
I merely asked that you not torment the caterers
while they're preparing for this evening's soirée.
Oh, a soirée, huh?
Well, I got a sister who's a caterer.
She does a "pork-o de pruneau."
That's French for "pork and prune."
Not only delicious, but a natural digestive.
Thank you for sharing that, Miss Fine.
I could get you a deal.
That's all right. C.C.'s made all the arrangements.
C.C.? What's a C.C.?
Father's lady friend.
Maggie, dear, she's a business associate.
Mm-hm.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Well, I just hope there's enough food.
You know, shiksas are notorious
for not ordering enough food.
Booze, yes, but food, they don't know from.
Shiksa. Is that like a tchotchke?
Yes, but... They cost a lot more.
It's Ms. Babcock for you, sir.
Oh, thank you, Niles.
I'll take her in the library.
Ms. Babcock loves to be taken in the library.
I'll bet.
So, kids, we're having a party.
What are we gonna wear?
We're not invited.
And neither are you.
Oh, come on. Your father's paying for it.
Of course, we're invited.
We'll eat, drink. You'll bring a date.
Maggie doesn't date.
Never?
The boys haven't noticed me yet.
Oh, they've noticed, Maggie, and...
that's why you don't date!
What is wrong with you, Brighton?
Middle-child syndrome.
Thank you, Sybil.
Now, knock it off.
Knock it off, all of you. We're a family here.
Now, we have a party tonight.
There's a lot we have to do.
We'll go shopping, get our hair done,
get a manicure--
You'll get a French tip. It's a very clean look.
So I'll go get changed,
and then we'll go, we'll do.
Let me just take this. I hate to waste.
Dad is gonna hate this.
C.C.'s going to totally freak.
Sounds like a party to me!
So, well, what's your favorite color?
I-- I don't know. Beige?
Oy!
So, Gracie, how are you doing, honey?
I'm feeling empty and alone.
You want a Tic Tac?
Okay! Right on.
So tell me about your new job already.
Who's the guy? Where's the house?
I brought pictures. Wait.
Here. [GASPS]
That's my boss. Cute, huh?
A little repressed, though.
What a head of hair! And it's all his.
[GASPS]
Oh, that's the butler, Niles.
A butler? That's very classy!
Val, it's like living at Caesar's Palace.
And the kids. Yeah, well, you know.
They're gonna need the most work.
I mean, that one's got no personality.
This one's got multiple personalities.
And Brighton...
Brighton? Where's Brighton?
Are these dummies anatomically correct?
What do you care?
You're 10 years old. Would you be normal?
Oh, cool! A cockroach.
Hey, you got any rats?
Wait till Danny gets back.
Where is he, anyway?
Getting his back waxed.
Oh, good. So we got all day.
[SIGHS] Okay, well.
We gotta make Maggie beautiful.
Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
Shut up, Brighton!
Hey, be nicer to your sister.
Why, because we're a family?
Yes, that's right, and some day,
your father's gonna be old and sick,
You're gonna want him to live with her.
It's so fancy.
Everyone'll look at me.
So? They'll think you're a beautiful girl.
I-- I don't know.
I'm not good at this like you are.
Honey, that's what I'm here for.
What do you think? You turn 14, and boom,
you've got the savoir faire and sophistication
of a woman of my years and experience?
Look, when I was 14...
Oh, go try it on.
Who knew this job would be so demanding?
Please! I'm exhausted!
[PIANO PLAYING]
Has anyone told you
how handsome you look this evening?
Maxwell, you're such a flirt.
It's going rather well, don't you think?
Oh, it's perfect.
The food is exquisite, the music divine,
and the guests obscenely wealthy.
Doesn't Ivana look marvelous?
My surgeon, of course.
Miss Fine would like a word with you, sir.
Really? Where is she?
FRAN: I'm up here.
What's that?
That's... the nanny.
♪♪ Hey, hey, the lady in red ♪♪
♪♪ The fellas are crazy For the lady in red... ♪♪
Look at that dress.
Maxwell!
You look... nice too. I said that.
Handsome. You said handsome.
You like? I borrowed it from my cousin,
Miss Long Island, 1989.
A very good year.
I just wanted to tell you the children are ready.
For what? To come to the party.
Miss Fine, the children are not invited to the party.
They're not?
Oh, is my face red?
Well, now it matches the rest of you.
Oh, there's that rapier wit we've come to count on.
Yes, now we've all met each other.
Why don't you go back upstairs
and inform the children they can't come.
Hi, Daddy.
Oh, Miss Fine, you play dirty.
Hello, sweetheart.
Do you like my party dress?
Loehmann's, 70% off.
She'll never shop retail again.
Hi, Dad. Surprised?
No tricks, Brighton.
Best behavior. Hmm.
All right.
Come on, Maggie. Don't be shy, honey.
My God. I had no idea how much she looked like her mother.
Do you like it?
Oh... you look so...
so grown-up.
So, Daddy, can we come to the party?
Of course you can.
We'll discuss this later.
Friends...
Friends, can I have your attention, please?
Before I tell you a little about my latest production,
I'd like to introduce to you
the three greatest productions of my life,
my dear children.
Oh, isn't that sweet?
Couldn't you just drop dead?
I don't know. Could you?
Let me take a picture.
Uh, Miss Fine, I think you've done enough--
Lovely family, Sheffield.
Smile, everyone.
FRAN: Great!
C.C.: You might want to--
keep a low profile.
You're a little out of your element here.
Oh, don't worry about me.
I've been to my share of affairs.
My Uncle Jack threw a weekend bar mitzvah
with aStar Trek they're still talking about.
Good night, Ivana!
Don't worry, honey. You'll find someone else too.
Niles, more.
Well, do I count four zeros on this check?
All right. I'll admit it.
Having the children here this evening
wasn't the complete disaster it might have been.
Oh, Mr. Sheffield, you gush.
All right, all right. It went splendidly.
Here, let me put that-- thank you--
with the others.
[SIGHS]
Well, congratulations, Nanny Fine.
It seems you pulled it off.
Oh, what could possibly go wrong
when you put a father together with his children?
I think I'm gonna be ill.
Maggie!
Daddy!
Mr. Sheffield, I was just--
You were just leaving!
Right.
Eddie, wait!
Maggie?
Maggie, come back here!
Eddie!
Maggie.
How could you embarrass me like that?
What's going on? That-- that boy
was mauling her on the balcony.
It was just a kiss.
He kissed you?
Yeah. Oh!
Your first kiss. That's so exciting.
Let me get the camera.
Miss Fine, this is not exciting.
It's appalling. She's just a child.
I am not! She's not, you know.
I think I'm starting to feel better.
Dad, I'm 14 years old.
You know, when I was 14--
Oh, maybe this isn't the right time.
Maggie, go to bed, and take that makeup off.
Oh...
You! Me?
Yes, you. This wouldn't have happened without you.
Yes, definitely feeling better.
What the hell did I do?
What did you do? You took an innocent schoolgirl,
you dolled her up, and turned her into--
A young woman.
She's just a little girl.
Get outta here. She's a woman, I'm telling you
and unless you're gonna dip her in bronze and stick her
on the shelf with the rest of your collectibles,
she is going to grow up,
and somebody's gotta help her.
Oh, you are way out of line.
She's not your child.
That's right, she's not.
If she were, she wouldn't be upstairs crying right now
on what should be a very memorable
and exciting evening.
Thank you for your candor and concern.
You're welcome! You're fired.
Fired?
After all that I've done for you,
this is the thanks that I get?
You can't fire me, Maxwell Sheffield.
I quit!
No. You fired me.
That way, I can collect unemployment.
[KNOCKING]
I drove Ms. Babcock home and called Betty Ford.
They'll pick her up in the morning.
Thank you, Niles.
I noticed you didn't get a chance to eat, sir.
I thought you might be a bit peckish.
I overreacted, didn't I?
Like Reagan in Grenada.
It's just that...
Maggie looked so like her mother.
I've already lost Sarah. I--
I didn't want to lose my little girl.
I quite understand, sir.
What is this?
I believe Miss Fine calls it "a light nosh."
It's delicious.
Miss Fine, eh?
Yes, sir.
Just what you needed.
Niles, you're not talking about the sandwich, are you?
No, sir...
not the sandwich.
[CHUCKLES]
Fran, you need a Mallomar?
Oh, no, Ma. Food's not the answer to everything.
Meanwhile, your father and I have based
our entire relationship around food.
Passion goes. Sex goes.
Communication, we never had...
but food is forever.
Okay.
Morty!
You want another Mallomar?
Morty!
Ma, Daddy can't hear you.
He's watching the game.
Why can't I find a guy like him,
deaf and on a pension.
You will.
[DOORBELL BUZZES] I'll get it. I'll get it.
Oh, God. Ma.
Mr. Sheffield.
I'm sorry to disturb you, Miss Fine.
I just wanted to drop off the rest of your things.
You could never disturb anyone, darling.
I'm Fran's mother, Sylvia.
Maxwell Sheffield.
Come on in. I'll make you some Ovaltine.
Oh, well, I'm sure I'd love some,
but I really can't stay.
There's a mob surrounding the limousine.
Oh, I'll take care of that.
Wait a minute here.
Get away from that limo! Nobody died.
There's no vacancies.
It's dog-eat-dog
when you got a two-bedroom that's rent control.
Have a seat.
Here, wait a minute.
Put on some blush.
Ma, can we have a little privacy?
All right. I can take a hint.
Mr. Sheffield,enchantée.
You have plastic on your furniture.
Yeah. They're preserving it for the afterlife.
How's Maggie?
Well, she isn't speaking to me,
but Brighton tells me she's fine.
Brighton? Yes.
He's been surprisingly attentive to her.
Wouldn't tell me why.
Kept saying something about me getting old
and where I'd live.
Kids. Hmm.
I'm sorry things didn't work out.
Oh, look, I mean, uh...
you and I, we come from very different worlds.
I mean, if I were you, and I hired me...
I'd be thrilled. Who's kidding who?
Yes, but you're not me.
As a matter of fact, you're not like anyone else I've ever met...
which is not altogether a bad thing...
necessarily.
Perhaps if we tried to respect each other's differences,
we could give it another go?
Are you asking me to come back?
So it seems.
So, what you're really saying is
you feel terrible about this whole damn thing,
and if you could, you'd get down on your hands and knees
and apologize.
Miss Fine-- Apology accepted!
Ma, pack my things. He wants me back!
Smile!
[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]