The Nanny s03e04 Episode Script
A Fine Family Feud
This is waht they call slightly irregular? - Fran! Fran! - Yeah, honey.
- Does it show yet? - Wait a second.
What are you talking about? Does what show? That I'll be sixteen next week.
Oh, oh, honey.
Gee, I felt just like my mother when I told her I lost my virgin airline tickets.
What, did they give you another one? Oh, no honey.
When you loose that ticket, it's non-refundable.
Unless you get engaged to Prince Charles and then it miraculously reappears.
Oh Maggie, we gotta plan something special for your sweet sixteen.
You know with my panache and your father's checkbook we could we could be two chicks ***.
Well, dad hasn't said anything about my party, all he does is pinch my cheek and call me his almost-grown-up little girl.
With this lame grin.
Aww.
There she is, my almost-grown-up little girl! I can't believe how big you've gotten already.
You know, it only seems like yesterday I was putting you on Mr.
Potty.
Dad, you're making me vomit.
Do you remember our favorite game? Here comes Mr.
Snake.
Ooh! Hello.
That's funny.
That was my ex-boyfriend Danny's favorite game, too.
You know, dad, for Tiffany's sweet 16, her dad flew all of her friends to South Africa and even got Whitney Houston to sing.
Ok, if Maggie gets a sweet Brighton, you're not Jewish.
You know, a sizable donation to Temple Emmanuel could take care of that.
Let's go, Grace.
Well, Margaret, how does this sound for your sweet sixteen? Very famous, exquisitely decorated, visited by royalty Oh, they make a shrimp-scampi made out of scrod, mwah.
Miss Fine, what royalty would you see at **.
Oh, well, excuse me, at my cousin ** wedding, the ballroom right next door, Prince Matchabelli convention.
Who looks stupid now? Margaret, I have booked the solarium at the Guggenheim Museum.
Gloria Vanderbilt just had a big party there.
I think I might be able to pull a few strings.
You like **, hmm? Let's just hope he's in town.
Oh, Fran, what are the odds of me dying in my sleep tonight? Not good enough.
My party is gonna be so boring and stuffy.
All my friends are gonna hate it.
Oh, don't worry sweetie, no one will come.
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 Well, what did they say? The sweet 16 is all set at the Guggenheim.
The curator and I were in the same sorority.
Delta Felta Guy? C.
C.
, you are amazing.
I don't know how you do it! Oh, Maxwell, stop! You know I adore the children like they were my very own especially you know, the big one.
Ok, now remember, honey.
Be strong.
We got to stick together.
He can't say no to both of us.
You ready? - Yeah.
- Ok.
Mr.
Sheffield, - we have something that we want to tell you.
- Mm-hmm.
We who? Well, m oh, boy.
I taught that kid too well.
Now don't get offended, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
You don't like the new curtains in your room.
Fine.
We'll replace them.
All right.
Now what? Well, there is one other thing, you know, besides the wallpaper.
Maggie hates the Guggenheim.
You're going to have to cancel.
Bye.
W wait! What are you talking about? The Guggenheim's a perfect place for the party.
Just picture it Margaret coming down that grand foyer, long white gloves, pink satin gown.
While Cathy adores a minuet, a ballet russe, and crêpe suzette, our Patty likes to rock 'n' roll.
So you're saying I have to come up with another idea.
Oh, well, you're so close! Actually, I have to come up with another idea.
She wants me to take over from here.
Maxwell, I bent over backwards to get the museum.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
All right, Miss Fine.
Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? Where have you already decided to have my daughter's party? Tantuh Frieda's.
What on earth is a tantuh frito? Not frito.
Frieda.
My father's sister owns a nightclub in Queens.
Oh, well, that sounds dreadful, Miss Fine! No.
Actually, it's gorgeous.
It used to be a restaurant, but it went out of business.
Whose bright idea it was to open up a Tony Roma's in a hasidic neighborhood I'll never know! Oh, boy, does this bring back memories.
I used to hang out at this bar, wear really short skirts and big, teased-up hair and way too much makeup on.
Ah, well.
Times change.
I would have given anything to have my sweet 16 party here.
Why? I mean, why didn't you? Because my mother wouldn't let me.
She and Frieda had a big fight, and they haven't talked since 1979.
That must be awful.
It's destroying them.
They both gained 40 pounds, and they can't even rub it in each other's faces.
Hello! Watch this.
Health inspector! Just one moment! Here you go.
Franny! It's you! Hi! Hi, aunt Frieda.
Mmm mmm mmmwah! Oh, you must be Maggie.
You're too thin.
So how's your father? Oh, he's great.
So's ma.
Oh.
She's still alive? Be nice.
Maggie, you know, Aunt Frieda's a celebrity.
She once sang on Merv Griffin's Show.
Don't embarrass me.
Twice.
Now I work here.
When you're a woman alone, you got to earn a living.
Frieda buried four husbands.
The perpetual care alone is enough to choke a horse.
At least I got them all in one plot, so holy days I'm in, I'm out.
So talk to me.
You like? Uh, Fran, let's not completely rule out the Guggenheim, ok? Oh, honey, honey, I think I can help you visualize.
I once worked here one summer when I was 15.
Shh! I'll lose my license.
Frieda, if you didn't lose your license for water bugs, I could double as bouncers.
[disco music plays.]
Oh, now I get it! This is like one of those discos! My party can be retro.
Hey, Fran, maybe we can even dress up like they did in the olden days.
- Yeah! - Did you save your stuff? No, when I transferred from the Pinta to the Santa Maria, they lost my luggage.
Here.
Here's a menu so you can plan.
Oh! Aw, you don't have the Tony Manera Marinara no more? No.
Now it's the Ed Marinaro Marinara.
Damn butterflies! Fran, if your mother and your aunt don't get along, won't she be upset you're planning a party here? Oh, honey, your sweet 16 has nothing to do with my mother.
What could she possibly be upset about? Let me go, I want to die! Ma! No! You are not my daughter! Well, then who gave me these thighs so I can shoot them? How could you do this to me? Ma, you have nothing to do with this.
I have nothing to do with my daughter's boss' daughter's sweet 16? Fran, if you have the party at Frieda's, I am not going! Good, ma, 'cause you are not invited! Not invited? You hear this, morty? I'm not invited! Your sister got me blackballed like she did at Hadassah! Ma, Frieda didn't get you blackballed.
They threw you out of Hadassah because you donated cakes with half the frosting licked off.
I felt lightheaded in the car.
She has turned you against me.
I don't want to know from that woman.
Is she bigger than me? Ma! This isn't about you and Frieda.
It's about Maggie.
It's her party, and it's all about her.
- Fran - Butt out, honey.
Now this stupid fight has already ruined my graduation because I couldn't have it at Frieda's.
And it was still lovely.
We had it al dente.
That means outdoors.
Fran, that sounds sort of nice.
Oh, yeah? We had it on Grandma Yetta's roof of her old building.
Middle of June.
114 degrees.
People stayed all night.
That's because they were stuck to the tar! Fran, I really want my party at Frieda's, but not if it's gonna come between you and your mom.
Huh? Oh, I feel terrible.
I'm being so selfish.
Yeah, well.
You're only 16 once.
Never mind me.
Have the party wherever you want.
Oh, ma, you're just saying that to try and make me feel guilty.
I'm not trying to make you feel anything.
Feel this.
Is this a lump here? Did you pick up Miss Margaret's present for Mr.
Sheffield? No, I spent the entire day driving around Greenwich, Connecticut, looking for that damn jewelry store.
Oh, did I say Greenwich, Connecticut? I meant Greenwich Village.
That's 10 minutes away, you boob! Well, you'd better hurry before they close.
Oh, this is ridiculous! I don't know why that stupid store doesn't deliver! Oh.
They do.
Oh, dear.
I wonder if I can catch her.
Oh, Miss Babcock.
Miss Babcock Oh, Niles, I'm gonna have to tell Mr.
Sheffield I'm backing out of the party.
It's turning out to be a real disaster.
Oh, what's the matter, can't get the 10-foot hero through the door? You know, Niles, if you're not part of the solution, you're my mother.
Nah, I'm just gonna have to bite the bullet and tell him the truth.
Miss Fine! Oh! Uh burnt down? Aunt Frieda, what are we gonna do about Maggie's party? Well, I guess I'll just have to see if Mr.
Sheffield Damn call waiting.
So loud.
I want the truth, and you have exactly five seconds.
Maggie wants to have it at Aunt Frieda's, and Aunt Frieda said ma can't come, and ma said if I have it there, she'll never talk to me again.
Oh you're growing your hair long.
It's very sexy.
Miss Fine! All right.
All right! If you'll just remain calm, I will answer all of your questions.
How did your mother get mixed up in his daughter's sweet 16? I said I would answer all of his questions.
All right.
If we can't have the party there, then what do you propose we do? Hmm? Well, I was thinking about the Guggenheim.
It's gone! I just canceled it! What did you do that for? It sounded so lovely with the grand foyer, long white gloves, pink satin gowns.
What are you looking for? The murder confession I wrote the night I hired you.
Margaret has her heart set on tantuh fajita, so you better bloody well make it happen! [Doorbell rings.]
Hello.
Wow! Get a load of this joint.
If I knew it was so fancy, I would have slipped on the stairs outside.
Aunt Frieda, you're late.
Where have you been? I wanted to talk to you before she gets here.
Who? Hi! Her.
What is she doing here? She invited me! You're not welcome here! Fine! I'm leaving! Block them.
They're getting away! Noooooo! Cake! See the nice frosting? And it's chocolate, not yellow on the inside.
Come on, Frieda.
Come on, ma.
Come to the couch.
Sit down.
Sit Sit Sit down.
That's good, girls.
No! No treats until I tell you.
First we're going to talk.
You want to talk? Fine.
I'll be the bigger person.
Drop dead.
Cook for me, and I will.
Your father was the first bulimic in flushing.
Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh! Ooh! I want to find out how this whole feud got started.
Well, it was, uh - Lots of things.
- Plenty of stuff.
You know, I don't believe you two yentas.
You don't even remember.
What happened? You were both so close! Do you remember at that wedding when your *** wiglet caught on fire from Uncle Zev's cigar? Who was the one that poured the celery dish on your head? It was an emergency.
Anybody would have done the same.
And do you remember at little Irvie's bar mitzvah when there was only one end cut of prime rib left, who took the middle? I know how she loves it, and it didn't mean that much to me.
Oh, Frieda, she's right.
Have the party with my blessing.
And you'll come and you'll dance.
Oh, you lost so much weight! Aw, now, you see? This is the way it should be, hugging, not trying to screw each other out of Grandma Fine's pearls.
She took my mother's pearls? I have to sleep with her son! Whoa there! Chocolate sauce! Well, Miss Fine, you certainly seem to have outdone yourself this time.
Thank you.
So what are your plans for later, going to raffle off a Ford Granada? Very funny.
Why don't you just admit that this place is fabulous? What's that on the bar? Where? Milk dud.
Oh, gee, I hope Aunt Frieda took the vending machines out of the bathrooms.
What vending machines? Daddy, can I have a dollar? - You can buy balloons in the bathroom.
- Honey, honey, go boogie.
So who does your hair? I wish I could get that heighth.
Oh, please.
I wish I had your voice.
I swear, I close my eyes, it's Julie Budd.
- Oh, wait, Frieda! - What? You're giving everyone a show they didn't pay for.
Ma, didn't you see? Why didn't you say something? Oh Now I remember.
That's what started all this.
We were at Irwin and Cookie's 25th.
I'm on the dance floor doing the alley cat with my tush hanging out for the whole world to see, and she didn't say one word! What do you want from me? I'm oblivious sometimes.
Sometimes? You are so focused on your rear.
Meanwhile, you got two watermelons for sale up front! What? You're jealous 'cause I worked on Broadway.
And who could forget your big line? Goobers or raisinettes? Oh, good, Frieda.
Calm down.
What what no, no! Ma, ma, please, think of no! No! Are you two nuts? You're trying to start a food fight? Food fight! Miss Fine.
Oh, Miss Fine Oh, I see you found the camera.
Miss Fine What happened? Why do you always think something happened? Lovely party.
I am gone two seconds and Bedlam erupts! Maxwell.
She started it, sir.
I wanted this to be perfect, a-and just look what you've done! Go ahead! Go ahead, look at this mess! Oh, I know.
Bad nanny.
Bad nanny! I'm sorry, Mr.
Sheffield.
Oh, save it, Miss Fine.
It's not me you should be apologizing to.
It's Margaret.
She's the one whose party you've ruined! Fran, we were all having such a wonderful time! Who's the idiot who turned on the lights? Do you know, Mr.
Sheffield? No, I I went to get the camera.
Aunt Frieda, hit the breaker.
Oh, Fran, all my friends say this is the best party ever.
Thank you so much for being so cool.
And dad, well, thanks for paying for it.
I now, Miss Fine Miss Miss Fine! Remember who signs your check.
Oh Mr.
Sheffield, I'm not gonna hit you with this.
Fake out! Friends? All right.
Friends.
Come here!
- Does it show yet? - Wait a second.
What are you talking about? Does what show? That I'll be sixteen next week.
Oh, oh, honey.
Gee, I felt just like my mother when I told her I lost my virgin airline tickets.
What, did they give you another one? Oh, no honey.
When you loose that ticket, it's non-refundable.
Unless you get engaged to Prince Charles and then it miraculously reappears.
Oh Maggie, we gotta plan something special for your sweet sixteen.
You know with my panache and your father's checkbook we could we could be two chicks ***.
Well, dad hasn't said anything about my party, all he does is pinch my cheek and call me his almost-grown-up little girl.
With this lame grin.
Aww.
There she is, my almost-grown-up little girl! I can't believe how big you've gotten already.
You know, it only seems like yesterday I was putting you on Mr.
Potty.
Dad, you're making me vomit.
Do you remember our favorite game? Here comes Mr.
Snake.
Ooh! Hello.
That's funny.
That was my ex-boyfriend Danny's favorite game, too.
You know, dad, for Tiffany's sweet 16, her dad flew all of her friends to South Africa and even got Whitney Houston to sing.
Ok, if Maggie gets a sweet Brighton, you're not Jewish.
You know, a sizable donation to Temple Emmanuel could take care of that.
Let's go, Grace.
Well, Margaret, how does this sound for your sweet sixteen? Very famous, exquisitely decorated, visited by royalty Oh, they make a shrimp-scampi made out of scrod, mwah.
Miss Fine, what royalty would you see at **.
Oh, well, excuse me, at my cousin ** wedding, the ballroom right next door, Prince Matchabelli convention.
Who looks stupid now? Margaret, I have booked the solarium at the Guggenheim Museum.
Gloria Vanderbilt just had a big party there.
I think I might be able to pull a few strings.
You like **, hmm? Let's just hope he's in town.
Oh, Fran, what are the odds of me dying in my sleep tonight? Not good enough.
My party is gonna be so boring and stuffy.
All my friends are gonna hate it.
Oh, don't worry sweetie, no one will come.
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 Well, what did they say? The sweet 16 is all set at the Guggenheim.
The curator and I were in the same sorority.
Delta Felta Guy? C.
C.
, you are amazing.
I don't know how you do it! Oh, Maxwell, stop! You know I adore the children like they were my very own especially you know, the big one.
Ok, now remember, honey.
Be strong.
We got to stick together.
He can't say no to both of us.
You ready? - Yeah.
- Ok.
Mr.
Sheffield, - we have something that we want to tell you.
- Mm-hmm.
We who? Well, m oh, boy.
I taught that kid too well.
Now don't get offended, I don't want to hurt your feelings.
You don't like the new curtains in your room.
Fine.
We'll replace them.
All right.
Now what? Well, there is one other thing, you know, besides the wallpaper.
Maggie hates the Guggenheim.
You're going to have to cancel.
Bye.
W wait! What are you talking about? The Guggenheim's a perfect place for the party.
Just picture it Margaret coming down that grand foyer, long white gloves, pink satin gown.
While Cathy adores a minuet, a ballet russe, and crêpe suzette, our Patty likes to rock 'n' roll.
So you're saying I have to come up with another idea.
Oh, well, you're so close! Actually, I have to come up with another idea.
She wants me to take over from here.
Maxwell, I bent over backwards to get the museum.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time.
All right, Miss Fine.
Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? Where have you already decided to have my daughter's party? Tantuh Frieda's.
What on earth is a tantuh frito? Not frito.
Frieda.
My father's sister owns a nightclub in Queens.
Oh, well, that sounds dreadful, Miss Fine! No.
Actually, it's gorgeous.
It used to be a restaurant, but it went out of business.
Whose bright idea it was to open up a Tony Roma's in a hasidic neighborhood I'll never know! Oh, boy, does this bring back memories.
I used to hang out at this bar, wear really short skirts and big, teased-up hair and way too much makeup on.
Ah, well.
Times change.
I would have given anything to have my sweet 16 party here.
Why? I mean, why didn't you? Because my mother wouldn't let me.
She and Frieda had a big fight, and they haven't talked since 1979.
That must be awful.
It's destroying them.
They both gained 40 pounds, and they can't even rub it in each other's faces.
Hello! Watch this.
Health inspector! Just one moment! Here you go.
Franny! It's you! Hi! Hi, aunt Frieda.
Mmm mmm mmmwah! Oh, you must be Maggie.
You're too thin.
So how's your father? Oh, he's great.
So's ma.
Oh.
She's still alive? Be nice.
Maggie, you know, Aunt Frieda's a celebrity.
She once sang on Merv Griffin's Show.
Don't embarrass me.
Twice.
Now I work here.
When you're a woman alone, you got to earn a living.
Frieda buried four husbands.
The perpetual care alone is enough to choke a horse.
At least I got them all in one plot, so holy days I'm in, I'm out.
So talk to me.
You like? Uh, Fran, let's not completely rule out the Guggenheim, ok? Oh, honey, honey, I think I can help you visualize.
I once worked here one summer when I was 15.
Shh! I'll lose my license.
Frieda, if you didn't lose your license for water bugs, I could double as bouncers.
[disco music plays.]
Oh, now I get it! This is like one of those discos! My party can be retro.
Hey, Fran, maybe we can even dress up like they did in the olden days.
- Yeah! - Did you save your stuff? No, when I transferred from the Pinta to the Santa Maria, they lost my luggage.
Here.
Here's a menu so you can plan.
Oh! Aw, you don't have the Tony Manera Marinara no more? No.
Now it's the Ed Marinaro Marinara.
Damn butterflies! Fran, if your mother and your aunt don't get along, won't she be upset you're planning a party here? Oh, honey, your sweet 16 has nothing to do with my mother.
What could she possibly be upset about? Let me go, I want to die! Ma! No! You are not my daughter! Well, then who gave me these thighs so I can shoot them? How could you do this to me? Ma, you have nothing to do with this.
I have nothing to do with my daughter's boss' daughter's sweet 16? Fran, if you have the party at Frieda's, I am not going! Good, ma, 'cause you are not invited! Not invited? You hear this, morty? I'm not invited! Your sister got me blackballed like she did at Hadassah! Ma, Frieda didn't get you blackballed.
They threw you out of Hadassah because you donated cakes with half the frosting licked off.
I felt lightheaded in the car.
She has turned you against me.
I don't want to know from that woman.
Is she bigger than me? Ma! This isn't about you and Frieda.
It's about Maggie.
It's her party, and it's all about her.
- Fran - Butt out, honey.
Now this stupid fight has already ruined my graduation because I couldn't have it at Frieda's.
And it was still lovely.
We had it al dente.
That means outdoors.
Fran, that sounds sort of nice.
Oh, yeah? We had it on Grandma Yetta's roof of her old building.
Middle of June.
114 degrees.
People stayed all night.
That's because they were stuck to the tar! Fran, I really want my party at Frieda's, but not if it's gonna come between you and your mom.
Huh? Oh, I feel terrible.
I'm being so selfish.
Yeah, well.
You're only 16 once.
Never mind me.
Have the party wherever you want.
Oh, ma, you're just saying that to try and make me feel guilty.
I'm not trying to make you feel anything.
Feel this.
Is this a lump here? Did you pick up Miss Margaret's present for Mr.
Sheffield? No, I spent the entire day driving around Greenwich, Connecticut, looking for that damn jewelry store.
Oh, did I say Greenwich, Connecticut? I meant Greenwich Village.
That's 10 minutes away, you boob! Well, you'd better hurry before they close.
Oh, this is ridiculous! I don't know why that stupid store doesn't deliver! Oh.
They do.
Oh, dear.
I wonder if I can catch her.
Oh, Miss Babcock.
Miss Babcock Oh, Niles, I'm gonna have to tell Mr.
Sheffield I'm backing out of the party.
It's turning out to be a real disaster.
Oh, what's the matter, can't get the 10-foot hero through the door? You know, Niles, if you're not part of the solution, you're my mother.
Nah, I'm just gonna have to bite the bullet and tell him the truth.
Miss Fine! Oh! Uh burnt down? Aunt Frieda, what are we gonna do about Maggie's party? Well, I guess I'll just have to see if Mr.
Sheffield Damn call waiting.
So loud.
I want the truth, and you have exactly five seconds.
Maggie wants to have it at Aunt Frieda's, and Aunt Frieda said ma can't come, and ma said if I have it there, she'll never talk to me again.
Oh you're growing your hair long.
It's very sexy.
Miss Fine! All right.
All right! If you'll just remain calm, I will answer all of your questions.
How did your mother get mixed up in his daughter's sweet 16? I said I would answer all of his questions.
All right.
If we can't have the party there, then what do you propose we do? Hmm? Well, I was thinking about the Guggenheim.
It's gone! I just canceled it! What did you do that for? It sounded so lovely with the grand foyer, long white gloves, pink satin gowns.
What are you looking for? The murder confession I wrote the night I hired you.
Margaret has her heart set on tantuh fajita, so you better bloody well make it happen! [Doorbell rings.]
Hello.
Wow! Get a load of this joint.
If I knew it was so fancy, I would have slipped on the stairs outside.
Aunt Frieda, you're late.
Where have you been? I wanted to talk to you before she gets here.
Who? Hi! Her.
What is she doing here? She invited me! You're not welcome here! Fine! I'm leaving! Block them.
They're getting away! Noooooo! Cake! See the nice frosting? And it's chocolate, not yellow on the inside.
Come on, Frieda.
Come on, ma.
Come to the couch.
Sit down.
Sit Sit Sit down.
That's good, girls.
No! No treats until I tell you.
First we're going to talk.
You want to talk? Fine.
I'll be the bigger person.
Drop dead.
Cook for me, and I will.
Your father was the first bulimic in flushing.
Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Whoo ooh ooh ooh ooh! Ooh! I want to find out how this whole feud got started.
Well, it was, uh - Lots of things.
- Plenty of stuff.
You know, I don't believe you two yentas.
You don't even remember.
What happened? You were both so close! Do you remember at that wedding when your *** wiglet caught on fire from Uncle Zev's cigar? Who was the one that poured the celery dish on your head? It was an emergency.
Anybody would have done the same.
And do you remember at little Irvie's bar mitzvah when there was only one end cut of prime rib left, who took the middle? I know how she loves it, and it didn't mean that much to me.
Oh, Frieda, she's right.
Have the party with my blessing.
And you'll come and you'll dance.
Oh, you lost so much weight! Aw, now, you see? This is the way it should be, hugging, not trying to screw each other out of Grandma Fine's pearls.
She took my mother's pearls? I have to sleep with her son! Whoa there! Chocolate sauce! Well, Miss Fine, you certainly seem to have outdone yourself this time.
Thank you.
So what are your plans for later, going to raffle off a Ford Granada? Very funny.
Why don't you just admit that this place is fabulous? What's that on the bar? Where? Milk dud.
Oh, gee, I hope Aunt Frieda took the vending machines out of the bathrooms.
What vending machines? Daddy, can I have a dollar? - You can buy balloons in the bathroom.
- Honey, honey, go boogie.
So who does your hair? I wish I could get that heighth.
Oh, please.
I wish I had your voice.
I swear, I close my eyes, it's Julie Budd.
- Oh, wait, Frieda! - What? You're giving everyone a show they didn't pay for.
Ma, didn't you see? Why didn't you say something? Oh Now I remember.
That's what started all this.
We were at Irwin and Cookie's 25th.
I'm on the dance floor doing the alley cat with my tush hanging out for the whole world to see, and she didn't say one word! What do you want from me? I'm oblivious sometimes.
Sometimes? You are so focused on your rear.
Meanwhile, you got two watermelons for sale up front! What? You're jealous 'cause I worked on Broadway.
And who could forget your big line? Goobers or raisinettes? Oh, good, Frieda.
Calm down.
What what no, no! Ma, ma, please, think of no! No! Are you two nuts? You're trying to start a food fight? Food fight! Miss Fine.
Oh, Miss Fine Oh, I see you found the camera.
Miss Fine What happened? Why do you always think something happened? Lovely party.
I am gone two seconds and Bedlam erupts! Maxwell.
She started it, sir.
I wanted this to be perfect, a-and just look what you've done! Go ahead! Go ahead, look at this mess! Oh, I know.
Bad nanny.
Bad nanny! I'm sorry, Mr.
Sheffield.
Oh, save it, Miss Fine.
It's not me you should be apologizing to.
It's Margaret.
She's the one whose party you've ruined! Fran, we were all having such a wonderful time! Who's the idiot who turned on the lights? Do you know, Mr.
Sheffield? No, I I went to get the camera.
Aunt Frieda, hit the breaker.
Oh, Fran, all my friends say this is the best party ever.
Thank you so much for being so cool.
And dad, well, thanks for paying for it.
I now, Miss Fine Miss Miss Fine! Remember who signs your check.
Oh Mr.
Sheffield, I'm not gonna hit you with this.
Fake out! Friends? All right.
Friends.
Come here!