[Fran] Previously on
Uh, Miss Fine, Niles just had a heart attack.
[gasps]
Oh, I'll tell you, it really makes you think, doesn't it?
How unpredictable life can be.
That's right. That's why you have to live every day to the fullest.
-Mm-hmm. Never know when it's gonna be your last. -Nope.
[Fran] Oh, Mr. Sheffield...
Niles, I'm so glad you're awake. How are you feeling?
Is there anything I can get for you?
Well, I would like another pillow.
Of course.
[C.C. screaming]
I tell you, Niles, if I don't talk to someone soon, I'll get an ulcer.
Yes, and God knows your health should be what's foremost on our minds.
Niles, when I was in that hospital bed with Miss Fine,
I just I just lost all self-control.
I became like a wild animal.
I just threw her down on the bed and practically...
My God, I practically ravished her.
Val, he was so gentle. He was like a little lamb.
I was so intoxicated. My head was reeling.
You know he sat on a Demerol needle...
he didn't even know.
Then what happened?
Then we got to second base.
Oh, Fran, I only hope that happens to me someday.
Oh, sir, I only hope that happens to me someday.
I'll tell you, Niles, if C.C. hadn't walked in when she did,
I don't know what would've happened.
How do you stop yourself when you're about to make love to a beautiful woman?
Well, usually, I wake up.
I'm just afraid, Niles, that Miss Fine might...
I might've left her with the impression
that things were moving a little faster than they really are.
What am I supposed to do?
Well, you could admit that you love the woman and marry her
or you could invent some stupid ploy like redecorating a room
to distract her and buy yourself more time.
Good. That's good. Let's do that one.
Fran, I really have to go.
But, Val, I have so many more things to tell you.
You're my best friend. I need you.
-[Matthew] Miss Fine... -Ciao.
Miss Fine, I have to talk to you about our relationship
and the way it seems to have escalated.
Wait a minute, you said "our relationship"
and "escalate" in the same sentence.
Should I book a hall?
I, uh... [clears throat]
I discussed this whole thing with Niles and he suggested
I invent some stupid ploy to distract you
and try to slow things down.
Did you fire him?
But I said, "I don't want to distract her.
I say let this relationship grow. Let it blossom.
She's a beautiful woman.
She's warm, tender, caring."
My God, this room looks shabby.
Huh?
You know, I don't think it's been redone for ages.
-[snaps fingers] -Say, would you like to redecorate it?
-Me? -Great! Wonderful!
Take all the time you need.
I don't care if it takes weeks, months.
A year and a half would be perfect.
Oh, my God.
This sucks.
♪ 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 ♪
Surprise! I got a pecan coffee cake.
Oh, what's the surprise, Ma?
You brought it all the way here and it arrived whole?
Oh...
Look at Miss Cocky-Comedienne now that she's got a boyfriend.
Oh, Ma, it's over.
Mr. Sheffield does not wanna deal with what happened.
In fact, he gave me some stupid project just to distract me.
Well, you just make him deal with it.
How, Ma? By getting on my hands and knees
and begging like some desperate, lonely loser?
Although, they say the third time's a charm.
Hey, if he thinks redecorating is gonna change...
-He's letting you redecorate? -Yeah.
He wants your taste in his house?
Which room?
I'll give you a hint.
The one with the refrigerator.
The bedroom.
The kitchen.
Oy, the heart of the home.
Mazel tov,
He's moving your relationship to the next level.
But, Mom, when am I gonna get to the ultimate level with him, already?
You mean the wedding?
Okay.
What are you doing?
This spice rack is not gonna go with your new motif.
Oh, this is so exciting.
You're gonna have a ring on that finger before I can say,
"Do you people move refrigerators?"
So, Niles, when did the doctor say you can start working again?
Oh, could be four weeks...
six months...
a year.
You know, one of the reasons why I didn't move into a dorm
is because we have a butler.
-Hi. -Oh, Miss Fine.
You shouldn't be carrying such a heavy load on your own.
-Niles. -Margaret.
-Brighton. -Gracie.
-Fran. -Sit. Sit.
Oh, hi, Ma, what are you doing back here?
A mother can't come by to say hello to her daughter?
Darling, why are you lugging all that stuff?
I raised you to be a pointer, not aschlepper.
Why don't you call your big-shot decorator cousin, Sheila, from Forest Hills?
Who, by the by, has just finished doing the entire Kennedy compound.
George Kennedy, Ma.
And besides, you know, if I wanna prove to Mr. Sheffield
what a great wife I can be, I have to do this whole thing myself
and show him that I can be a real Martha Stewart.
This by you is a role model?
Why?
Where is Martha Stewart today?
Divorced.
Well, Mr. Sheffield's wife decorated this entire house all by herself.
And where is she today?
I rest my case.
[doorbell ringing]
Okay, Ma. Now, before I make a total fool of myself,
what did you tell cousin Sheila?
That I own this house, I'm married to Mr. Sheffield and I have a butler?
No, I told her you were a nanny.
What, are you stoned?
-Hi. -Hi.
-Hey. -Hi.
I hope you're not getting makeup on my Valentino original
that I got from Bergdorf's.
No. I just schmeared a little on your knock-off from Loehmann's.
So Sheila, how's your sister Claudine?
She should only rot in hell.
She never paid me back the $2200 I loaned her to pay off her car,
that low-life piece of trash.
Well, Sheila, why don't you talk to her?
I'm too nice.
Meanwhile, I ran into cousin Merryl in Central Park,
and she was all over Naomi Dembo's husband.
-[gasps] -Yep.
And you didn't call me?
You know, I don't like to gossip.
So, Sheila, did your father ever come back
from picking up a pack of "smokes" 20 years ago?
-Ma! -What?
I'm not so nice and I like to gossip.
[sighs] So, Sheila, I'll tell you,
I was so sorry to hear about you and Mitch.
Why did he leave you?
What, I couldn't leave him?
All right. Why did you leave him?
I'm not gonna stay with somebody that dumps me.
So, look, I brought you a sample of the wallpaper here.
The motif I wanna use in yourcucina.
Oysters? I don't know.
Where have I seen this before?
Red Lobster.
Well, you told me you wanted things to heat up between you and Mr. Sheffield.
-It's a vomitose pattern. -It's an aphrodisiac.
Does it come in fabric?
-Oh, Frannie -What?
Just looking at this, it puts me in the mood, you know?
-Oh... -Then I start to miss Mitch.
Oh-ho-ho-ho...
-Clock! -Oh!
Yeah. Yeah, I see a big clock right over that door with, uh,
the accentuation of two giant pairs of antlers.
A major aphrodisiac.
Since when are antlers a major aphrodisiac?
Hello! Horny?
Oh, God, I miss Mitch so much. [sobbing]
Cabinets!
What have you got? Decorator's Tourettes?
Frannie, I really thought that Mitch was the one.
-Oh... -And when I met him, right away I wanted him to like me so much.
I started making plans right away for a nose job, a boob job, liposuction.
Well, it's a good thing you didn't get all that done.
Uh, um... By a quack.
Yeah. You look fabulous, honey.
-Don't I? Oh! -Gorgeous. Yes.
The thing is, Frannie, I know he really loves me.
Give him a chance. He'll come around.
It's like me and Mr. Sheffield.
As God is my witness, I have never pushed.
You just give him some time.
Time? Forget about it.
We were friends for four years before we even went to second base.
And right away after that he dumped me.
-[gasps] -No, not right away.
I mean, first he asked me to redecorate a room in his house.
[gasps]
I can't feel my left side.
My arm's gone numb.
Mr. Sheffield asked me to decorate this room
right after we got to second base.
-[gasps] -Oh, why doesn't he like me?
Oh...
It's not your fault, honey.
It's just the men in this damn culture.
Why don't they appreciate confident, vital women?
Well, they do, if she's 20.
What are women in our late 20s supposed to do?
And if it's this difficult for us,
what's it like for poor older women?
How the hell are they gonna find a man?
Congratulate me.
I'm engaged.
-[Fran] Oh, my God! -That's gotta be at least three karats!
And that's the small one.
Take a look at this one Sammy got for me.
[excited screaming]
See, that's why it's good to marry someone 89.
He forgot he bought me this one.
Oh, Yetta, that Sammy's got incredible taste.
Who's Sammy?
The guy you're engaged to.
I'm engaged?
Oh, I've gotta tell the girls in the home.
Hey, Esther. Polly. I'm getting...
[both] Married!
Hoo-hoo!
I'll tell you, Sheila.
Our 85-year-old grandmother's getting married before we are.
What does she have that we don't?
Removable teeth.
I can't believe Mr. Sheffield is dumping me.
Look at this. It's his favorite little teapot.
Oops!
Well, Frannie, I cannot believe that you did that
when this Lalique vase is so much more expensive.
-Men! Who needs them? -Yeah.
-[cellphone ringing] -Mitch!
[grunting]
[panting]
How many was that?
One.
-[door opens] -What do you say we take a lunch?
[door closes]
He is making me hold his sweaty ankles while he does sit ups.
And he's wearing really baggy shorts.
Are you getting the picture here?
Now, Brighton, the man has just had a heart attack.
We have to try to show a little more consideration.
-Daddy. -Don't! [grunts] Why did you say, "Daddy"?
Now he's gonna know I'm out here.
Sir, my tea is lukewarm. Would you mind?
Fran, Mr. Sheffield is not going to dump you.
You and Sheila do not lead parallel lives.
Does she still have that stupid best friend?
Oh, I am so getting dumped.
Now, meanwhile, this room is stunning.
But where's the aphrodisiac affect?
I don't see it.
[exclaims] Oh, my God.
[romantic jazz music playing]
Whoa-ho-hoa! That working out is paying off big time, mister.
[romantic jazz music playing]
-Pick you up at 8:00. Wear something-- -Velcro?
Rawr!
Toriello, looking good.
[sighs] Well, at least somebody's getting some use out of my newcucina.
-[phone ringing] -Yep.
Hello.
Hey, cuz.
Guess who's in the Caribbean getting Bain de Solaid.
Oh, yes.
Ooh, yes... Oh, Mitch.
-Mitch? She got back together with Mitch. -[gasps]
[gasps] I'm gonna get back together with Mr. Sheffield.
Frannie, you're gonna have to find yourself a new decorator
because Mitch wants me to quit my job.
And I never have to work again.
Oh, I have to work. I just have to find a new career.
Uh, Mitch says my taste nauseated him.
Can you believe that that's why he broke up with me?
Well, we're together now and I've never been happy...
-[phone beeps] -Oh, Val. My God.
Uh... Duh...
-You've gotta take this out of here. -I can't.
What do you mean, "you can't"? What's the matter with you? Are you--
Mrs. Sheffield...
A psychic? Please, God.
Oh, Miss Fine, I have to say
-I think the kitchen is now my favorite room in the house. -Aww!
Welcome to the Fine family.
Perhaps we should have dinner here from now on.
Or dessert.
-So you like what you see? -Lovely.
Maybe I should do you in the dining room.
I should have you do the dining room next.
Are you sure, Mr. Sheffield? That's a pretty big step.
I have half a cup of coffee left.
Where were we?
Miss Fine. About what happened in the hospital
Save it, honey. You think I didn't know
that you concocted this whole decorating scheme
just to distract me?
Though, you really didn't have to come up with such a ruse.
Don't you think that we're both above that?
[romantic jazz music playing]
Oh, Miss Very-Fine.
These drapes won't fit with your new motif.
Here, put something in your mouth.
You got lipstick on your teeth.
You got chocolate on yours.
[theme music playing]
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