MAXWELL: Good afternoon. - Hi, Mr. Sheffield.
Maxwell, if you don't jump on this, someone else will.
She's bluffing, sir.
I am talking...
about using our company profits
to buy a dreamy little vacation house
on Martha's Vineyard.
I can just see myself lying on the beach for days.
Oh, I'm sure someone would tow you out to sea
if your blowhole got clogged.
C.C., I am not about to make such a large investment
without exploring all the options first.
Oh, I'm with you.
My father once invested
in one of those big, tall men shops.
Oh, well, now those are very successful.
Not the one in Tokyo.
Fran, I'm ready to pick up guys.
Groceries, honey, groceries.
Kids, I don't know where they pick these things up from.
Miss Fine, you wouldn't seriously consider
dating some total stranger
you picked up in a grocery store, would you?
Well, it's a fancy Park Avenue market.
I mean, it's not as if I'm going to a Mini Mart at a gas station.
Although Val did meet a guy there once,
but he only used her as a human shield.
Okay, anybody need anything?
No, thanks, I do my shopping late at night.
Makes sense. If a man's hungry enough,
any old thing looks good.
[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 ♪
Oh, honey, honey, honey, go easy on the candy.
Your teeth are gonna fall out.
Fran, baby teeth are supposed to fall out.
God made 'em that way so that kids could eat
all the sugar they want and be happy.
Nice try.
Meanwhile, if God was so benevolent,
when you turned 30, your hips would fall off.
Everything you need to know about a man,
you can find right in his cart.
If there's a box of Midol, keep moving.
Corn pads means he lives with his mother.
Learned that the hard way.
And if you see two guys
with sweaters tied around their necks buying pesto,
save yourself the pain.
What about him?
Mm, let's see.
Cabbage, chili, refried beans...
Ooh, one dinner with him,
and you'd spend the rest of the night
blaming the dog.
[METALLIC CRASH]
Oh, excuse me.
This is-- This is probably a stupid question because
obviously you've never been on a diet in your life.
Oh, me? Hardly.
Get rid of the Dexatrim.
Are these fat-free cakes any good?
Oh, they're delish.
You know, you schmear 'em with some butter,
and then you fry 'em lightly on both sides,
and then a squirt of whipped cream
puts it right over the top.
Personally, I like whipped cream...
[WHISPERS] on everything.
Hoo-ha!
Well, I'd be happy to give you a recipe...
for your wife.
I'm not... married.
[GIGGLES]
Fran, can we get these Sugar--
Knock yourself out, honey.
That's a cute daughter you have there.
Oh, I'm not her mother.
I'm Fran, her single nanny.
Hi. Hi.
Glen. Hi, Glen.
Hi.
Well, let's see...
I see bacon, pork rinds, Virginia ham.
Well, I know one thing. You're not a rabbi.
[LAUGHS]
My cover is blown.
[BOTH LAUGH]
You've got a great smile.
Fran, what about these?
Yeah, go for it, babe.
So we've ruled out rabbi,
and I can tell you're not a lawyer.
Why can't I pass as a lawyer?
Well, not in New York. I mean, maybe L.A.
I work on Wall Street.
Oh, a stockbroker.
So, what's the matter? Can't stay away from the market?
[BOTH LAUGH]
Fran, this one comes with a prize.
I got lucky.
You and me both.
Mm, Niles, you have really outdone yourself this time.
Thank you, sir.
Another Pop-Tart?
Uh...no, but I could go for
some more of those leprechaun things.
They are magically delicious.
Mm, look at this great picture of Mary Lou Retton.
I think it's actual size.
So, Miss Fine,
where are you off to on your day off?
I'm going to the Hamptons for a lobster lunch with
the man that I met
at the grocery "told you so" store.
And how exactly did he win your heart, hmm?
With that immortal line, "Paper or plastic?"
[CHUCKLES] Oh, no, he's no box boy.
Much higher.
Does he use a hose?
That depends on how hot we get.
Hi, Daddy, bye, Daddy.
Well, I guess the breakfast just kicked in.
Oh, man, this is really scary.
I'm dressed just like Snap!
Val once dated a guy that looked like Crackle!
Unfortunately, he popped too quick.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
Oh, that must be Glen,
my stockbroker... from the grocery store.
Niles, my butler from England, will answer it.
How do you like this outfit?
It's nice. You look very festive.
Festive?
Carmen Miranda is festive.
Miss Fine...
you forgot your hat.
I'd like you to meet Glen Mitchell.
BOTH: The stockbroker.
This is my boss, Maxwell Sheffield.
How do you do?
The Broadway producer?
This is an honor.
I-I-I saw your last play six times.
Really?
Even the family only had to sit through it twice.
And the second time was even better.
I think you had to see it more than once
to fully comprehend the metaphor.
Uh, what metaphor?
Adam and Eve, original sin.
I mean...
that's why she never ate the ribs, right?
God, that's clever.
I missed that.
I-I ju-- I thought it was brilliant.
Mm-hm, yeah, me too.
Meanwhile, there's a six-pound lobster
getting his affairs in order, bye.
Is that a Robert Graham?
Ah, yes. Yes, it is.
He's one of my favorite sculptors.
Oh, mine too.
I love him.
Didn't he design that beer mug
where you drink out of the nipple?
[SOFTLY] Let's go.
You know, I have the companion piece to that
up in the master bedroom.
Would you like to see it?
I'll bet it's worth twice what you paid for it.
Well, if it is, I'll sell it to you.
[BOTH LAUGH]
Well, it's so nice
that the three of us are getting closer.
My cousin Meryl's husband had a friend named Sam.
The three of them did everything together,
except Meryl wasn't much of a dancer,
so sometimes the two guys would go out together--
Hey!
C.C., we are not investing in a summer home.
Now, Glen mentioned a fabulous stock.
That's where we should put our company's profits.
But, Maxwell, look at this Martha's Vineyard house.
There's even a servant shack behind the dune.
We can keep Niles there when he's not waiting on us.
Lemon cake?
Please.
Oh, Mr. Sheffield, Brighton is really upset
about this whole Rice Krispie elf-resemblance thing,
so I'm taking him downtown shopping.
He wants a whole new look.
Oh, it's just a stage, Miss Fine.
When I was his age, I was a bit of a rebel myself.
Oh, what'd you wear? Brown socks and black shoes?
Sometimes.
Once I wore my dickey backwards...
and no one knew.
Watch out.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hello.
Oh, hello, Glen.
Oh, boy, is he an eager beaver.
Hand it over.
Thank you for getting back to me.
I just wanted to call and say
how much I enjoyed our squash game.
And my partner and I are very intrigued by that stock tip.
[MOCKINGLY] "My partner and I
are very intrigued by that stock tip."
Listen, I'll come by the club later on and bring you a check.
Mm-hm.
Yes, Fran's right here.
Glen says hello.
Oh, and by the way, thank you for introducing us.
Oh, my pleasure. And where are you registered?
Do you need a nice punch bowl?
Come on, homie, keep up.
Brighton's in tha house!
Oh, honey, I think you should hike up your pants a little bit.
No, Fran, this is cool.
No, honey, this is the Maytag Repairman.
[GRUNTS]
How about a nice hot dog?
I'm thinking sauerkraut, red onions--
Oh, and a little mayonnaise.
Okay, you can have your own.
MAN: That'll be two bucks.
No, honey, I'm telling you,
this is Gomer, this is Goober...
this is cool.
Can I help y-- oh, boy!
Oh, my God.
You're a hot dog vendor?
They're not even kosher.
Oh, Niles!
I am responsible for Mr. Sheffield investing his money
with a hot dog vendor.
I'll be in my room.
Wheee!
Not to mention getting his kid hooked on riboflavin.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, this is the worst trouble I have ever been in.
Ever since the time I cornrowed my father's toupee.
Thank God he knew all the lyrics to "Sunshine of My Life."
[CHUCKLES]
Well, you could always get
Mr. Sheffield's business manager to sell the stocks.
Oh, Niles, you're a genius. Who's his business manager?
No, no, I don't thinkyou know who you're talking to.
I've got lawyers, I've got money,
and
You will rue the day you crossed C.C. Babcock.
Bye, Mummy. Kiss, kiss.
Oh, Niles, will you ask her for me?
[CHUCKLING] Oh, she detests me more than you.
No way.
Way.
Maggie, who does Miss Babcock hate more?
Me or him?
Oh, God, this is hard.
She hates both your guts.
Yeah, but I make her nauseous.
I make her drink.
Look, I don't wanna hurt anyone's feelings here,
but I'd have to say she hates Niles more.
Yes, still number one.
Knock, knock. [SINGSONGY] Miss Babcock.
Look, I made you some cucumber sandwiches.
And I cut all the crust off on the bread.
And, look, there's even a little cherry-tomato flower.
I'm dying, aren't I?
No, no, of course not.
It's just that, well, we spend so much time together,
I thought that we should be friends.
You want something, don't you?
Nanny Fine wants something.
Oh, yes!
Yes!
Oh, God, this is good.
[EXHALES]
Are you done?
You wanna have a ciggy butt and cuddle now?
Okay, what is it?
Well, remember Glen, the stockbroker?
The one who cost me my beautiful vacation house.
Did I mention that he said
that you look just like Heather Locklear?
I never met him.
I described you. He was drooling.
Anyway, you're gonna get a big kick out of this.
Glen, the stockbroker, is really...
Is this thing on?
...a hot-dog vendor.
[SHE SCREECHES]
[THEY BOTH LAUGH]
I know. I know. People, right? [SHE LAUGHS]
Go figure. [SHE LAUGHS]
So at this very minute,
Maxwell is at the Manhattan Men's Club,
handing over $100,000 to a hot dog vendor
you [SHRIEKS]
Yes! [LAUGHS]
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Now, go pick up the phone and kill that deal.
[SHE GIGGLES]
Here you go.
[ GIGGLES]
Pick up the phone.
Just put it in your hand and dial the number.
Oh, come on, Miss Babcock, it's your money too.
Hmm, save a ton of money, Nanny Fine screwed.
Whoops.
[LAUGHS]
Please, Miss Babcock, pick up the phone.
[CLEARS THROAT] Oh, all right.
[WHISPERS] Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.
Hello, Dr. Bort, cancel my therapy session today.
I don't need it.
[LAUGHING]
Guest of Mr. Sheffield.
Sorry. No women allowed.
Well, what is this? The He-Man Woman-Haters' Club?
This is very important.
I must speak to Mr. Sheffield. I'm his nanny.
Lady, no woman's ever gotten into this club,
and no woman's ever gonna figure out how.
Hm.
["I LOVE LUCY" THEME PLAYS ON TV]
[IN MAN'S VOICE] I thought there were no women allowed?
Just the cocktail waitresses, sir.
[WHISPERS] If I'd thought of that, I'd go straight to Al Capone.
Excuse me?
Uh, I'll have a Brandy Alexander,
skim milk, and put it in a parfait glass.
Uh, that's a--
That's a lovely shade of blush you're wearing.
Chicks like to hear that stuff.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Oh, yeah, Mary Ann, uh,
cancel my appointment with, uh...
the Professor.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[FAKE LAUGHS]
Hey, how you doin'?
Hello. Maxwell Sheffield. And you are Mister...?
Uh... Ed?
Ed.
Well, er, Mr. Ed, this is Mr. Mitchell.
You can call me Glen.
Oh, well, you can call me Wilbur.
[ELASTIC SNAPS]
Oh! [CLEARS THROAT]
Glen here is a stock market wiz.
Oh, a real hot dog, huh? [CHUCKLES]
Yes, as a matter of fact,
he gave me one helluva stock tip.
Oh, no kiddin'. - Oh, yeah.
My nanny turned me on to him.
Oh. Hey, uh, can I talk to you for a second? - Yeah.
And his nanny turned me on, period.
She is hot.
Oh. Would you excuse us a minute, Glen?
Ah, well, now, Max, you know, it can wait, it can wait.
Go on, go on.
So, Max, what's the story with you and Fran?
Yeah, what's the story with you and Fran, Max?
I mean she's a beautiful woman who lives in your house.
GLEN: Haven't you ever been...
[CHUCKLING IN UNISON] BOTH: ..tempted?
Well, to tell you the truth, Glen--
Here's your Brandy Alexander.
Get out of the way! Move!
Missed it, missed it. What'd you say?
Ah, but I have her wrapped around
my little finger, you know.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, yes, I say things to her like,
"Oh, but you are so much wiser than I am,"
or...or, "The children are so much more comfortable
talking to you."
Hm-hm. You know, rot like that.
Oh, yeah. I can't believe she hasn't caught on yet.
Mm-hm, she will.
[LOUD THUMP]
Ah, Glen, listen, before I forget,
here's that check I promised you.
Oh, no. No business on club premises.
I'm a Buddhist.
But I don't think this concerns you, Wilbur, old boy.
Well, I think it does, Glen, old beef.
Now, listen, buddy.
Hey, hey, gimme that back.
[BOTH GRUNT] Gentlemen, please!
[GRUNTS] [LOUD CRUNCH]
Do not take... [GRUNTS]
Hey!
Whoa! Hey.
Ha.
Gi-- gi-- Give that to me!
[BOTH MUTTER AND GRUNT]
[GRUNTS]
[NORMAL VOICE] Mr. Sheff... Mr. Sheffield.
Mr. Sheffield, are you okay?
Wilbur?
No, it's me, Miss Fine.
Oh! Oh. Thank God.
For a moment I found myself oddly attracted to you.
I thought 20 years in musical theater
had finally taken its toll on me.
What the hell are you doing here dressed like that?
Well, it was the only way that I could get in.
[IN MAN'S VOICE] Uh, I came to put an end
to this thing between you and Glen.
[WHISPERS] Would you--would you keep your voice down?
It's all right, It's all right.
We... we live together.
Nothing to see here. Nothing to see here.
What a bunch of yentas.
[NORMAL VOICE] Mr. Sheffield, Mr. Sheffield,
Glen is not a stockbroker.
You were about to give $100,000 to a man that sells hot dogs.
Hot dogs! How many?
You lied to me.
He lied to both of us.
What? Were you using me to get to him?
I don't even know you.
Oh, so I suppose that afternoon in the Hamptons
meant nothing to you?
Fran?
Oh, I should have known.
No chick can eat a whole six-pound lobster.
I had a Slim-Fast for lunch
and a sensible dinner.
You said you were a stockbroker.
No, I said I worked on Wall Street.
Would you have gone out with me
if I told you that I sold hot dogs?
Absolutely. But now all trust is gone.
I can't stand a man who pretends to be something that he's not.
Yeah, well, just for the record, I was a stockbroker.
I got killed in the '80s.
All I needed was one big client.
[WHIMPERING] Maxwell Sheffield was the man of my dreams.
Boy, I haven't seen a shiner like this
since my sister got her nose job.
Okay, easy.
I'll be back in a moment, sir.
I have to run down to the market now dinner is on your face.
Perhaps Miss Fine would like to go for you?
Maybe she can pick up an ex-doctor
with his own falafel wagon.
No, thank you.
I've learned my lesson.
Besides, if I wanna meet a doctor,
I'll do it the old-fashioned way.
Fall in love?
Faint in Temple. [CHUCKLES]
What's up, brother man?
[JULIE ANDREWS SINGS ON STERO] ♪ High on a hill ♪
♪ Was a lonely goatherd ♪
[YODELS]♪ Layee odl, layee Odl layee-oo ♪
♪ Loud was the voice Of the lonely goatherd ♪
[YODELS] ♪ Layee odl, layee-- ♪
[CLICKS SWITCH] You be cool.
Dad, would you get your own stereo?
Five more minutes, I could've been in the park with this.
What are we gonna do about that
Brighton Big-Pants situation?
Ah, well, I thought that you'd talk to him.
You know, you're so much wiser than I am,
and, well, the children are just so much more
Rot like that.
Blast.
Oh, don't worry, Mr. Sheffield,
I have my own phrases to manipulate you too.
Really? Like what?
Mm, someone should really talk to that Fergie
about horizontal stripes.
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
What--? What phrases?
Oh, I'm just kidding.
Gosh, Mr. Sheffield,
I could never put anything over on you.
I mean you're a big Broadway producer...
I'm just a nanny.
[CHUCKLES] Quite right.
[SOFTLY] Well, number 17 still works.
[THEME TUNE PLAYS]
I'm off work in an hour.
You wanna meet me for a drink?
Honey, I got two words for you -
"Crying...Game".