06x80 - Episode 1: Pandemic Table Read #WithMe

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Hi, everyone, it's me, Fran Drescher.

Oh, isn't it great to see the
whole cast back together again?

I'm just so thrilled
that we're doing this.

I would like to introduce to you

my favorite living man in the world.

Please say hi to Mr. Sheffield himself,

- Charles Shaughnessy.
- Hi, everyone.

Thank you so much Franny
darling, I love you.

And without further ado,
it is my great pleasure

to throw it over to Mr. Daniel
Davis as Niles the butler.

Hey, everyone.

And let me introduce
my partner in crime,

Miss C.C. Babcock, as
played by Lauren Lane.

Hey, it's so good to
be here and I can't wait

to get destroyed by
Danny in this episode,

and it's my pleasure to introduce

the incomparable Renee Taylor.

So great to be here. It's
like , it's like yesterday.

And the wonderful thing is that

I look much younger today.

Magically talented,
beautiful, Nicole Tom.

Thank you, Renee, and I
would like to introduce you

to my favorite little
brother, Benjamin Salsbury.

Hi, everyone. Hope you're staying
happy and healthy out there

from my big sister to my little
sister, here's Madeline Zima.

Thank you, Ben. And thanks,
everyone for doing this.

It's my great pleasure to
introduce the wonderful, lovely

Rachel Chagall as Val Toriello.

Hey, everybody, I'm so
glad we're all together.

I would like to introduce to you,

Jonathan Penner playing
Danny Imperialli.

Hey, everybody.

What an incredible pleasure to be
back with the cast of The Nanny.

And it's my great pleasure
to introduce to you

- Dee Dee Rescher, playing Dotty.
- I'm so excited to be here

and I have the pleasure of
introducing Alex Sternin as Eddie.

Hey, guys, it's great to be part of this

and now back to the one and
only Fran Drescher as Fran Fine.

And now I want to introduce
you to the gal that wrote

the most iconic television
theme song of the nineties,

the one and only, Ann Hampton Callaway.

♪ 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? ♪

♪ And 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 ♪

And now I'd like to hand it
off to a fabulous producer,

writer and co-creator,
Peter Mark Jacobson.

Well, thank you. And thank you
very much, I so appreciate it.

And thank you all for watching.
We're so happy to have you here.

And we're gonna start

by reading the title page of the show.

The Nanny, written by Peter
Mark Jacobson and Robert Sternin

and Prudence Frasier,
story by Fran Drescher

and Peter Mark Jacobson and Robert
Sternin and Prudence Frasier.

Act One, Scene One.

A bridal shop in Flushing, Queens.

Val is waiting on Dotty,
a customer in bridal gown.

Fran enters from the back room.

Oh honey. Are you gorgeous?

You look like you're 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?

Hey, what can I say?

Well, how 'bout, "Here's
a ring. Pick a pattern."

I'm serious. We've been
pre-engaged for three years already.

I'm sorry. I... I... I
should have said this sooner.

You know, I wanted to
do it some place nice.

Oh, wow!

Fran extends her left hand
and wiggles her ring finger.

All right, here goes.

I think we should start
seeing other people.

What?

Since when did you start thinking that?

Since I saw Heather Biblow.

I can't believe you're telling me this.

What, were you stringing
me along all these years

just 'cause I'm your best saleslady?

That's another thing:
Heather needs a job.

Are you f*ring 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!
- Fran storms out,

slams the door behind her.

- Moments later she comes back.
- No, you fired me...

that way I can collect unemployment.

Act One, Scene Two.

It's a few days later. Fran
walks up to the front door

of a beautiful Manhattan
townhouse and rings the bell.

She's carrying a large
cosmetics sales case

and practicing her sales pitch.

Hello, I'm Fran Fine,

your Shades of the Orient
Cosmetics representative.

Oy, what a loser!

Niles, Maxwell's butler opens the door.

Hello, I'm Fran Fine.

Yes, come in. We've been expecting you.

Oh, you have?

Fran enters and gawks at the grandeur.

You are here for the nanny position?

Well, I could be.

You know what?

This place is nicer than my
Uncle Jack's condo in Boca.

And, you know, he bought the model.

Hmm.

May I present your résumé
to Mister Sheffield?

Résumé? Hum...

You know what? Why don't you
go get this Mister Sheffield

and I'll do the résumé
presenting myself.

As you wish.

This oughta be good.

Niles heads towards the library

where Maxwell Sheffield, the
dashingly handsome Broadway producer

stares at a résumé.

C.C. Babcock is perched
on the edge of his desk.

She's a smart, elegant divorcée,

who took her rather large
settlement to dabble in the theater.

And it's with Maxwell Sheffield
she hopes to do her dabbling.

We are never gonna find
an actress for this part.

Ann Miller passed, Gwen Verdon passed,

Ruby Keeler passed... away I think.

What is she doing on this list?

Relax, darling. You need a shiatsu...

- Hmm.
- C.C. hops off the desk

and begins to massage Maxwell.

Niles enters.

Oh, 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 su1c1de.

Yes, the best one yet.

Spread eagle on the marble

with a bit of ketchup
trickling from both ears.

We've got half the
money people in New York

coming to our backer's 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.
- Back in the foyer,

Fran sits writing a
résumé with lipstick.

Brighton, Maxwell's year-old son

enters dramatically, a fake
Kn*fe plunged into his chest.

He falls to the ground,
right at Fran's feet.

She looks up at him.

Do you have a pen?

Brighton lays motionless.

Oh, forget it.

- Maxwell and Niles enter.
- Brighton.

You're losing your touch.

Max turns his attention to Fran.

I'm Maxwell Sheffield
and this is my son,

the late Brighton Sheffield.

Wait, I know you.

Esquire Magazine, New York's
ten most eligible widowers?

My condolences, by the way.

You read Esquire?

When they list the ten
most eligible widowers I do.

Hi, I'm Fran Fine.

Oh, well, do come in.

Fran and Maxwell walk
into the living room.

Boy, do you have gorgeous chatchkas.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, you know, bric-à-brac,
the dust collectors.

Oh, the Rodin. Yes,

well, he was, he was well
known for his bronze chachkas.

Uh, may I see your résumé, please?

Oh yeah, sure.

- Crayon?
- Lipstick.

Ah, of course. And what a lovely shade.

I hate her!

Oh, 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, that's not the Queen Mother.

That's my mother from Queens.

The front door opens and
Maxwell's daughters enter.

Grace is an adorable but
very serious six year old.

Maggie is a shy and
insecure year old.

Her natural beauty hidden
inside a frumpy school uniform.

Hi, Daddy.

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... I'll be in my
room doing my homework.

Really lights up a room, doesn't she?

Hey, you don't need personality
when you're an heiress.

Maxwell crosses over
to stand with Grace.

So, sweetheart, how was therapy today?

Any breakthroughs?

Doctor Voort and I did some regression.

She took me back to my childhood.

Well, must have been a quick trip.

Oh, you have no idea
how complicated I am.

Therapy, huh?

Well, 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.

You're a bitter little
person, aren't you?

Oh, we're gonna get along fine.

I'm... sorry you had to
see that. I'll show you out.

What did 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.

Maxwell hands Fran her cosmetics case.

The phone rings.

Niles?

Niles?!

Maxwell starts up the
stairs to look for Niles.

Oh, for God sakes, I'll get it.

Fran answers the phone.

Sheffield Residence.

- Just give me...
- No, honey, it's Fran.

Give me that.

Maxwell takes the phone from Fran.

It's the nanny agency.

Maxwell Sheffield here.

Thank you.

Disappointed, Fran starts to leave.

No, Monday is not acceptable.

Listen, I need a nanny by the weekend...

Maxwell hangs up the phone size

and looks at Fran who
lingers in the doorway.

Do you have any
experience with children?

Are you kidding me?

I practically raised
my sister's two kids

when she was suing her chiropodist.

There has to be another agency.

Oh, please, I'm from Flushing.

There's 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.

Fran runs over and hugs
him. Maxwell stiffens.

Not like that.

Oh, thank you, Mister Sheffield.

Thank you so much. You won't regret it.

Somehow, I'm rather sure I will.

Niles will show you to your room.

The nanny gets to live here?

Is that a problem?

Oh yeah, I'm sure I'm
gonna miss being twenty-nine

and still living at
home with my parents.

But if it's best for the kids...

Twenty-nine.

Don't start with me, Niles.

Maxwell watches Fran
sashay up the stairs,

wondering what on earth
he's gotten himself into.

Scene Three. The following morning
in the Sheffield dining room.

Maxwell and the children are seated
at the table eating breakfast.

Fully dressed in *.

Fran sweeps in wearing
a bathrobe and slippers.

Good morning, everyone.

Boy, 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 sakes.

Fran piles food on her
plate at the buffet.

Oh, I just love a good buffet.

It's free, Miss Fine.

You're allowed to go back.

So, where do I sit?

The previous nanny sat in the kitchen.

Oh, how anti-social.

Fran pulls up a chair and sits.

So, kids, what are we gonna do today?

Shall we take a walk in the park

or maybe just kick back
and hang around the mansion?

We have to go somewhere.
Father has 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 porco de pruno,

that's French for pork and prune,

oh, not only delicious,
but a natural digestive too.

Oh. Thank you for
sharing that, Miss Fine.

I could get you a deal.

No, 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.

Hm-hmm.

Well, I just hope there's enough food.

You know, shikzas are notorious
for not ordering enough food.

Booze, yes, but food
they don't know from.

Shikza... is that like a chatchka?

Yes, but they cost a lot more.

The phone rings. Niles answers
it and hands it to Maxwell.

It's Miss Babcock for you, sir.

Oh, thank you, Niles. I'll
take her in the library.

Miss Babcock loves to
be taken in the library.

I'll bet.

Now, 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, we'll drink,
Maggie'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!

Knock it off, all of you.

We're a family here.

Now we're gonna have a party
tonight, there's a lot we have to do.

We'll go shopping, get our
hair done, get a manicure.

Maggie, 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 my
plate. I hate to waste.

She exits, taking her
plate of food with her.

Dad's gonna hate this.

C.C.'s totally gonna freak.

Sounds like a party to me.

Act One, Scene Four.

The bridal shop later that day.

Fran and Maggie are looking at dresses.

Grace is trying on a bridal veil

and Val is busy at the register.

So, what's your favorite color?

Ah, I don't know, beige?

Oy. So, Gracie, how
are you doing, honey?

I'm feeling empty and alone.

You want a Tic-Tac?

OK.

So tell me about your new job already.

How's the boss? How's the house? What?

I brought pictures. Wait.

Here's my boss. Cute, huh?

A little repressed though.

But what a head of hair.

And it's all his.

- Oh, that's the butler, Niles.
- A butler?

That's very classy.

Val, it's like living at
Caesar's Palace. And the kids.

Well, they're gonna need a lot of work.

I mean, that one's got no personality.

That one's got multiple personalities.

And Brighton...

Brighton? Where's Brighton?

Brighton appears from
underneath a wedding gown.

Are these dummies anatomically correct?

What do you care? You're ten 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.

OK, 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?

That's right. And someday,

your father's gonna be old and sick.

You're gonna want him to live with her.

Fran hands Maggie a dress.

Oh, it's so fancy.
Everyone'll look at me.

So? They'll think
you're a beautiful girl.

I don't know.

I'm not good at this like you are.

Honey, that's what I'm here for.

What? You think you
turn fourteen and boom,

you've got the savoir-faire
and sophistication

of a woman of my years and experience?

Look, when I was fourteen...

Uh, go try it on.

Oy. Who knew this job
would be so demanding?

Please, I'm exhausted.

Scene Five. The Sheffield
townhouse that night.

The soirée has started and the
room is filled with party goers,

New York society in formal attire.

A pianist plays in the background.

Maxwell approaches C.C.

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?

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.

Oh, really? Where... where is she?

I'm up here.

Fran enters at the top of the stairs
in a stunning red sequined dress.

- All eyes are on her.
- What's that?

That's the nanny.

The piano player sings Lady in
Red as Fran descends the stairs.

Look at that dress.

Maxwell!

Oh, you look nice, too.

I said that.

Handsome. You said handsome.

You like?

I borrowed it from my cousin,

Miss Long Island .

A very good year.

I just wanted to tell you
that 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.

There's that rapier wit
we've come to count on.

Well, now that we've all met each other,

why don't you just go back upstairs

and inform the children
that they can't come.

Maxwell leads Fran
back to the staircase,

Brighton and Grace descend
the stairs all dressed up.

Hi, Daddy.

Miss Fine, you play dirty.

Hello, sweetheart.

Do you like my party dress? Loehmann's,

seventy percent off.

She'll never shop retail again.

Hi, Dad. Surprised?

No tricks, Brighton.

Best behavior.

Maxwell pats him down.

All right.

Come on, Maggie. Don't be shy, honey.

Maggie appears at the top of
the stairs. She is stunning.

Oh my God.

I had no idea how much you
looked like your mother.

You like it?

Oh, you look...

you look so grown-up.

So, Daddy, can we come to the party?

Maxwell looks from C.C. to Fran

to the faces of his children.

Of course you can.

Miss Fine, we'll discuss this later.

Maxwell turns to face the
room of potential investors.

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 three children.

Everyone applauds as the
children join their father.

Fran turns to C.C.

Oh, isn't that sweet?

Couldn't you just drop dead?

I don't know. Could you?

Let me take a picture.

Miss Fine, I think you've done enough.

Lovely family, Sheffield.

The party goer slips him a check.

Smile everyone.

Nanny Fine, 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 a Star Trek theme that
they're still talking about.

We time dissolve to
the end of the evening.

Fran and Maxwell stand at
the door. Fran holds a check

as she yells goodbye to
the final party goers.

Goodnight, Ivana.

Don't worry, honey, you'll
find someone else, too.

Fran and Maxwell close the door

and head back into the living room.

C.C. sits on the couch.

Seething, holding an empty scotch glass.

Niles, more.

Do I count four zeros on
this check, Mister Sheffield?

All right, I'll admit it.

Having the children here this evening

wasn't the complete
disaster it might have been.

Oh, Mister Sheffield, you gush.

All right, all right,
it went splendidly.

Let me put that, thank
you, with the others.

Maxwell takes the check from Fran

and exits to the library.

Well, congratulations, Nanny Fine.
It seems you've pulled it off.

Well, what could
possibly go wrong when you

put together a father with his children?

I think I'm gonna be ill.

Now in the library,
Maxwell closes a desk drawer

locks it and smiles.

He hasn't yet noticed
Maggie and the waiter Eddie

kissing on the balcony.

Oh, wait. He just did.

Maggie!

Daddy!

- Mister Sheffield, I was just...
- You were just leaving.

- Right.
- Eddie exits. OK, he tears out of there.

- Eddie, wait!
- Maggie!

Maggie chases after Eddie,

out of the library, down the
hall and across the living room.

- Maggie, come back here!
- Eddie!

- Ooh, Eddie!
- Maggie!

Eddie runs out the
front door and is gone.

Maggie turns angrily towards her father.

How could you embarrass me like that?

Well, what's going on?

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... she's just a child.

- I am not.
- She's not, you know.

I think I'm starting to feel better.

Dad, I'm fourteen years old.

You know, when I was fourteen...

Oh, maybe this isn't the right time.

Maggie, go to bed and
take that makeup off.

Maggie exits upset.

Fran starts to follow her upstairs.

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 school girl,

- you dolled her up and turned her into a...
- A young woman.

She's just a little girl.

Get out of here. She's
a woman, I'm telling you.

And unless you wanna 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.

You are way out of line.
She's not your child.

That's right, she's not. If she was,

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, because I quit!

Fran exits slamming the door behind her.

She re-enters moments later.

No, you fired me.

That way I can collect unemployment.

End of Act One. Anyone need a
snack or something? Bathroom break?

Anybody got toilet paper?

OK, then.

Act Two, Scene One.

Interior the Sheffield
library later that night.

Maxwell sits at his desk quietly
staring at a framed picture.

Niles enters with a sandwich on a plate.

I drove Miss Babcock home,
sir, and called Betty Ford.

They'll pick her up in the morning.

- Thank you, Niles.
- Niles hands him the sandwich.

I noticed you didn't
get a chance to eat, sir.

I thought you might be a bit peckish.

I over-reacted, 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...

Maxwell takes a bite of the sandwich.

What is this?

I believe Miss Fine
calls it a light nosh.

It's delicious.

Miss Fine, eh?

Yes, sir.

Just what you needed.

You're not talking about
the sandwich, are you, Niles?

No, sir.

Not the sandwich.

Scene Two.

Interior Silvia and Morty's
apartment the next afternoon.

Fran is watching TV on
a plastic covered couch.

Seriously depressed.

Silvia, Fran's mother enters
wearing a house dress and slippers.

She's a zaftig woman in her fifties.

That's large, shapely,
for you Yiddish impaired.

Fran, you need a Mallowmar?

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.

OK.

Fran takes a Mallowmar from Sylvia.

Morty... you want another Mallowmar?

Morty?

Ma, Daddy can't hear you.

He's watching the game.

Why can't I find a guy like that?

Deaf and on a pension.

You will.

The doorbell rings. Fran opens
it to find Maxwell standing there.

Mister 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.

Ah, Maxwell Sheffield.

Come on in. I'll make you some Ovaltine.

Silvia heads to the kitchen as
Maxwell steps into the apartment.

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.

Fran walks to the window and yells out.

Get away from that limo! Nobody
d*ed! There's no vacancies!

Oh, it's, it's dog eat dog

when you've got a two bedroom
that's rent controlled.

- Have a seat.
- Put on some blush.

Ma, can we have a little privacy?

All right, I can take a hint.

- Mister Sheffield, enchantée.
- Sylvia exits.

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.

He wouldn't tell me why.

Kept saying something about me
getting old and where I'd live.

Kids.

I'm... I'm sorry things didn't work out.

Oh, look, you and I, I mean,

we come from very different
worlds. I mean if...

if I were you and I hired me...

Well, 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...

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 get down on your
hands and knees, you'd apologize.

Miss Fine!

Apology accepted.

Ma, pack my things! He wants me back!

Smile.

Fran pulls Maxwell in for a hug

and she snaps a photo and we fade out.

Whoo!

Thank you so much for watching,

and we want you to stay healthy,

to be healthy, to live healthy.

So please go to
CancerSchmancer.org and learn how.

There's a lot of information for you

and wonderful videos that you
can share with your family.

So be well.

- Bye everybody.
- Thank you.

- Bye!
- Be well.

Be well everybody.

- Thank you.
- Love you.

Love you guys.

You won't believe this, Fran,

I got this dress last year in Boca...

- See how you never know.
- This could be the tagline

of the whole thing,
guys, when it goes black.