Well, in just seven weeks
-this is going to be our room. -[Val and Sylvia] Oh.
-Our bed. -Oh.
-Our chair. -Oh.
-Our lamp. -Oh.
And my closet.
-[gasps] -Oh.
And who says size isn't important in the bedroom?
Mm-hmm.
Val, this is what I picked out for Maxwell to wear to my high school reunion party.
It's like having a great big Ken doll.
Uh-huh.
Only mine is anatomically correct.
Please, God.
Meanwhile, this is the first time
you got a reason to go to your reunion.
You should be more concerned with what you're gonna wear.
You know, I just thought I'd wear a simple, drop-dead gorgeous fiancé
-and accessorize it with this. -[chuckles]
You know, I can't wait to see Naomi Demble's face when you walk in.
-Oh! She was so mean to us in high school. -Twice.
She told everyone that we were lesbian lovers.
[chuckles]
Yeah, but you know, it backfired on her
-because we were never so popular with the boys. -Yep.
[humming]
-Oh! -[women scream]
[laughing]
All right, hands up, anyone who doesn't belong in here.
Well, I bet you weren't expecting three gorgeous gals in your bed.
Yeah.
Now, don't go getting any ideas.
Yes, well, I think this has sufficiently put that fantasy to rest, Sylvia.
I'm sorry, honey. I wanted to show the girls
what you're wearing to my high school reunion Saturday night.
Uh, Saturday night? I thought you said it was next Saturday.
Well, it was next Saturday when I told you about it last Saturday.
Ah. Well, this Saturday, I have to fly to Washington to talk
at the National Endowment for the Arts.
Oh, no, you have to come.
The last two reunions, I carried a man's coat
and said my fiancé was in the bathroom.
I don't think that they'll go for it a third time.
What do you want me to do?
Cancel on the President of the United States?
Well, he's been known to put pleasure before business.
Why can't you?
♪ 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! ♪
[groovy music playing]
Oh, Val, I cannot believe how our entire graduating class has aged.
-Everybody looks so old. -Yeah.
You wanna sign the guest book?
Oh, no. I'll tell you, my joints are all stiff from the dampness.
You know what? Let's hit the buffet
-and see what they got. -Yeah. Good. All right. You know what?
Let's load up on the finger food
because I want it to look really organic when I flash my new ring
-under Naomi Demble's new nose. -Okay.
Excuse me, could you pass me a quiche?
[women] Oh!
Oh.
-Ray Barone. -Hey. You look great.
-Look at you. -Thank you.
-Oh, you brought your fiancé. -[laughs] No.
Hey, right there.
Nice to see you again, buddy.
Uh-uh. Oh, no, Ray. Fran's not making up ridiculous excuses anymore.
Her fiancé had to go to Washington to talk to the President.
Mm-hmm.
He's in the bathroom.
[laughs]
You know, Raymond, in highschool
-I had such a crush on you. -No.
[chuckling] Well, who didn't?
Everybody loved Raymond.
[laughs]
You know, Ray, I understand congratulations are in order.
I read in the newsletter that you just had twins.
-That must be fabulous. -Yeah. Yeah.
-I have a 5-year-old and twin 2-year-old boys. -Wow.
So, you know, I don't care how this reunion goes
I'm just happy to be out of the house.
[laughing]
That was always you, Ray. Funny and fertile.
Oh!
Thank you. And we just got a deal on a house too.
No one wanted to live there because of the noise factor.
Why? Are you near the airport or something?
No, no, across the street from my parents.
[laughs]
Oh, boy, Ray, I think you better get back to your table.
It looks like your wife is getting a little annoyed
that you're talking so long to the two of us.
No, it's because this is her plate. Yeah.
-Bye. See you. -Bye, Ray.
-Fran. -What?
Naomi Demble, 11 o'clock.
Where?
That's 1 o'clock, Val.
Fran, it's me, Naomi.
Hi, Naomi. How are you? You look fabulous.
I know.
You two, you look stunning.
-Your hair, your outfits. -Thank you. Thank you.
You see? You wait long enough, everything comes back again.
Let's hope the same doesn't apply to yourschnoz.
-Oh. -[chuckles]
-Just like old times. -I know.
Come sit at my table. Gayle, Ivy, Dolores, they're all here.
-They hated us. -I know. Come sit.
Look who it is.
-Hi. -Hi.
Oh, my God.
-You look awesome. -Oh, my God.
-Oh, Dotty, tell me... -Pretty.
How is that husband of yours, Mr. Park Avenue Doctor?
Oh. Oh, well, the older we got, the less we found we had in common.
-Oh. -Yeah. He liked to sleep with 18-year-olds, and I wasn't one.
[gasps]
-How awful. -You're divorced?
-Honey, we all are. -[Val gasps]
But you all seemed so happy at the last reunion.
You were flashing your wedding pictures
and showing off your engagement rings
which, if you ask me, I thought was very obnoxious.
You're happy for two minutes,
and then everything's an argument.
I think it's cold. He thinks it's hot.
I like Letterman. He likes Leno.
I dislike his friends.
He thinks all mine are shrill, foul-mouthed boozers.
He could bite me.
Franny, you were the smart one.
Marriage is the surest way to ruin any relationship.
[sighing] So, what's new with you?
I'm engaged.
-Oh, Franny. Oh. -Oh.
You know, Niles, ever since those men came to take Miss Babcock away...
Ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-ha.
You're acting kind of strange. I mean, why don't you just admit you miss her?
Because I don't miss her.
Oh, really? Explain tonight's dessert.
So, what of it?
All my years of torment and torture have put her where she is today.
There's not a moment that goes by that I don't blame myself.
But, Niles, it was Dad's and Fran's engagement
that sent her over the edge.
That's what I think, but I didn't wanna say.
You want a piece of chin? She's got three.
-Just gonna pass. -Okay.
Okay, home sweet home.
Come on in.
So, tell me, Mary Ann, what does your daddy do?
He's Chairman and CEO of Amcon International.
What does your father do?
Eats pudding.
Is anyone hungry? I'll cut you a slab of Miss Babcock.
-No. -No.
Isn't Fran cool? I can't wait till her and my Dad get married.
Ever since my Dad married my stepmother, I became invisible.
I guess I got a little blurry when they tried to focus on me
through a martini glass in St.Bart's.
Well, that won't happen to me.
-Oh, hello, darling. -Hi, sweetie.
-Hello. I'm here. -Oh, sorry, sweetie.
-Sorry, didn't see you there. -Didn't see you.
Mm-hmm.
Well, my plane landed a little late.
How was your reunion?
Oh, I'll tell you, everybody was so self-absorbed
with their divorces and their child custody battles
that it was nearly impossible to steer them back to me and my engagement.
Mmm, there you go.
That's why I hate reunions. I'll come up with any excuse I can to avoid...
Oh, well, no, this was real. I actually went to Washington.
Look, I stole you a White House coaster
to go with your collection of pilfered memorabilia.
Oh.
Thank you, sweetie.
Oh, you know me so well.
See, that's why we're never gonna have the problems
that my friends have.
You wouldn't believe the idiotic reasons that broke up their marriages.
I mean, who cares what television show you watch before you go to bed?
Well, exactly.Nightline.
OrTV Land.
Whatever. [chuckles]
What difference does it make if you spend every Sunday
coordinating bathroom towels with wallpaper?
Or going to the driving range.
-Whatever. -Whatever.
The important thing is I'm gonna wake up every morning
with your arms around me like this.
Well, actually, to be strictly honest
it will be more like this because I sleep on the left side of the bed.
Oh, but
that's my side.
-Well, not anymore. -[chuckles]
But Jews always lie to the left of center.
Politically, Fran. Not Posturepedically.
Well, now, wait a minute here.
It seems like I'm making all the compromises.
I mean, I'm the one that's moving out of my place.
-I'm moving into your place. -Yes, well, your place is my place
and my place is where it's always been
on the left side of the bed. It's been there for 40 years.
Yeah, well, I've been on the left side for...
Oh, nice try.
You know, Fran, one of these days you have to tell me your exact age.
Oh, all right. Fine.
You sleep on the left.
-Thank you, Niles. -Mm-hmm.
Do you have anymore of that Miss Babcock cake?
Tons and tons.
Just as in life, no one's touched her.
Oh, Ma, do you think that it's bad that me and Mr. Sheffield
are already fighting and we aren't even married yet?
Darling, do you realize that your father and I wouldn't even speak
if it weren't for fighting?
That and ordering.
You know, Fran, it's healthy to get out all your differences
-before you make a commitment. -I suppose.
Look, Kenny and I had to work through a lot of things
before I would let him live with me.
Val, Kenny's a dog.
Let's just say, you know, we're already fighting
over what side of the bed we sleep on.
Darling, trust me, once you have children
you'll be too exhausted to fight.
You'll sleep wherever you land.
I guess you're right.
Oh, this is all so trivial.
I mean, the important thing is, Maxwell is a wonderful man
-and we love each other. -Mm-hmm.
We're gonna make beautiful babies together.
All before I'm 30.
-Who wants cake? -[women] Ooh.
She's loaded with rum, just like the original.
-Oh, Maxwell. -Oh, Fran.
-I apologize. -I'm sorry.
-Oh, you first. -No, you first.
-No, I insist. You first.
Oh, look at this. We're fighting over who ends the fight first.
[both chuckling]
Well, I did.
Well, technically it was me, but whatever.
Sweetie, if you want the left side of the bed, you got the left side.
The point is, that is the bed
that we're going to sleep on for the rest of our lives.
The bed we're gonna raise a family on. The bed we're gonna...
-Excuse me? -What?
A family?
Well, yeah, a family. I mean...
You know, we've never really discussed this before,
but you do wanna have a family with me, don't you?
Well, I... You know, I...
I haven't really given it much thought yet.
I mean, we do have three children already.
Yes, and I love them like they were my own,
but, well, I never got to experience them taking their first steps.
I never got to rock them in my arms.
Except for that one time that Maggie came home sick from a frat party.
What frat party?
Oh, frap...
-Frap party. Frappuccino, cappuccino. -Oh.
All that caffeine made her very dizzy.
The point is, I want to experience motherhood.
I wanna know what it feels like to be pregnant.
I wanna wake up and throw up and be sick
and not just because I opened my Visa bill.
Fran, the thing is, I'm not sure I'm prepared to have more children.
Well, the time on my biological clock is running out
so you better decide in the next 15 years.
Fran.
I wanna have a baby.
Uh-oh. She wants a baby of her own.
Once that happens, you'll get shipped off
to some miserable boarding school.
Well, why? You don't go to boarding school.
-You go to the same school I do. -My father had a vasectomy.
Now, darling, I'm sure it's not half as bad as it seems.
What could he have said?
[sobbing] He doesn't wanna have a baby.
Where is he? I'll kill him.
Five long years he strings me along
and then he pulls this crap on me seven weeks before my wedding.
My wedding, Ma.
It's not natural. I never heard of such a thing.
What man doesn't wanna procrastinate with the woman he loves?
Procreate, Ma.
I don't get it.
Why doesn't he wanna have children with me?
I mean, is there some trait of mine
that he's afraid I'm gonna pass on to the kids?
What could it be?
Amy Irving.
Ninety-two million she got when she split from Spielberg.
You think she would have gotten 9 cents
if she didn't have a kid with him?
Ma, what does that have to do with us? [sniffling]
I don't know. It just seemed pertinent.
Fran, I am telling you right now.
If I don't get grandchildren out of him,
I will never set foot in this house again.
Oh, well, congratulations, Ma.
You have just invented the first fool-proof male contraceptive.
[knocking on door]
Excuse me, sir. I put together a little card to cheer up Miss Babcock.
-Would you care to sign? -Oh, yes.
"Let's hope your recovery is faster than your metabolism."
Niles?
Oh, I see what you're getting at.
Keep up the insults.
Maintain a sense of normalcy, huh?
-Um, yeah. -There you go.
Oh, Niles...
I need a little help with something.
Why can't Fran just be happy with what she has?
I mean, we haven't even walked down the aisle yet.
What are you talking about, sir?
Niles, are you telling me that for the first time in 25 years
you don't know about something in this house?
Yes.
What's happening to me?
Without Miss Babcock, me muse is gone.
Oh, don't be so ridiculous.
Even before Miss Babcock was here,
you were always a big, fat gossip.
Excuse me. I have better things to do than...
You thought I was fat?
Look, Fran wants to have a baby with me.
What? You've forgotten how to do it?
This is serious, Niles.
I'm not sure I--
I don't think I wanna go through that again.
You know, all the crying and the diapers
and the waking up at 4:00 in the morning.
Oh, sir, it's really not so bad, when you consider I did all that.
You know, come to think of it, you are too old to have a baby.
I'm not that old.
You have three children already.
Why can't Miss Fine be happy with that?
Because they're not ours.
Having a baby is one of those things that bonds a couple together.
Oh. That's why we're so close.
You know, maybe it would be fun
to have a baby around the house again.
Niles, do you remember when the children were little
that Christmas we baked cookies
and I pretended to come down the chimney as Santa Claus?
That was me too, sir.
You thought I should play Santa.
Probably because I was so fat.
What's wrong with Blossom?
Well, I'm worried about what's gonna happen to me
after Fran and Daddy get married.
Gracie found a brochure for boarding school.
Oh, man. What ages? What ages? Come on.
-Eight to 14. -Oh, I'm cool. Write me.
Don't worry about him. He's an idiot.
I will always be here for you, Gracie.
[horn honks]
Starting tomorrow. That's Rick.
Hi, sweetie.
What's the matter?
Okay, Fran. I wanna calmly discuss the situation.
-Okay. -I don't wanna go to the place
where I'm saying, "I hate you! I hate you both!"
Gracie, honey.
What are you talking about? What situation?
Well, it has to do with my friend.
Your friend?
Oh, your friend.
Oh, my God. You got your friend.
-What? -Don't worry, sweetie
these mood swings are normal.
Before your cycle, during your cycle and after your cycle.
No, Fran, I'm talking about my friend Mary Ann.
She said that once you and Daddy got married, you'd get rid of me.
And then I found this.
"Miss Porter's Boarding School"?
Oh, sweetie, this has gotta be a mistake.
And, you know, it isn't nice for little girls to go snooping
through their father's mail.
I don't know where you learn these things...
Oh, maybe I shouldn't ask so many questions.
Come on. We'll go talk to your father.
Maxwell, we need to talk.
Now, it's one thing not to want to have any more children with me
but now to send my youngest off to boarding school.
[sighing] Well, if you had bothered to steal the insert
that goes with that brochure, you would know that it was actually
a summer drama camp on Miss Porter's campus.
Well, I don't care what it is.
I am not sending poor little Gracie off to some miserable camp.
Hey, Fran, wait. This place looks awesome.
Eighty-six it, honey. I'm winning this compromise.
And furthermore, if this is the way you're going to behave
maybe it's a good thing that we're not having a child together.
Fran, I'd like to re-visit that discussion.
Go look at your fun brochure, honey.
Darling, it's not that I don't want to have children with you.
It's just that we've waited so long to be alone together.
Anyway, you have a lot of time to have children.
You're still so young.
Oh, come on. I mean, you got a point.
I want us to spend some time traveling the world together.
Eating at exotic restaurants
sipping champagne on beautiful yachts as they pull into foreign ports.
Well, I was thinking about a weekend in the Poconos
with a complimentary bagel breakfast,
but once again, I'll compromise.
Oh, I guess it's okay if we wait a while.
I mean, after all, you don't make a baby
necessarily on the first time out.
-We're gonna need a lot of practice. -Mmm.
You know, you're awfully cute when you compromise.
And you're awfully cute when you tell me I'm awfully cute.
[chuckling]
[clicking]
It's a bit more normalcy for Miss Babcock.
Got a stamp?
Oh, well, you see, here's yet another reason
why I should be on the left side of the bed
because when I put my mini-fridge in here, it's gonna open to the right.
You know, you could put in a full-size in that corner
-with a faux wooden door... -Uh-huh.
...it would pass for an armoire.
Oh, look, picture-in-picture.
Mister Ed, and who's Madeleine Albright?
She's the Secretary of State.
Now, would you please get out of my room?
Honey...
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