03x15 - Fashion Show

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Miss Fine, come on!

We're gonna miss the premiere.

What can she be doing up there?

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

Blow-drying, sir.

Niles, why does it take women an hour to do

what a man can do in five seconds?

Speak for yourself, sir.

Okay, I'm ready. How do I look?

Fine. Now, let's go.

Fine? I need gorgeous. I'm changing.

No. I... I... I meant gorgeous.

Oh, why didn't I say
gorgeous? Why? Why? Why?

Dad, she's been working
here for three years.

When are you gonna learn?

Okay. "Does this make me look fat?" No.

"Do you like my hair this way?" Yes.

"Is my tush wider than usual?"

There is no answer to that one.

Sir, you've got to know
how to speak to a woman.

Miss Fine, you'll miss the buffet.

Ready. How do I look?

ALL: Gorgeous.

But do you think the dress makes me look...

ALL: No.

Do you like what I did with my...

ALL: Yes.

- Great. I just gotta change my purse.
- No, no, no, Miss Fine.

No one's gonna see the
bloody purse. We'll be late.

Oh, will you calm down?

I know that you always lie to me

and tell me things start
earlier than they do.

Yeah, well, stupidly, this
time I told you the truth.

Well, why did you do that?

I depend on that extra
half hour that's not real.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Oh, children, wait in the car, will you?

Tell you what, Miss Fine, I'll
send the limo back for you.

Thank you.

Don't want to keep Alec and Kim waiting.

Baldwin and Basinger?

That's right.

They're waiting in the limo.

I don't believe you.

Wanna risk it?

I can't see her.

Oh, yeah, that's her with the blond hair.

That's Maggie.

Is it?

Oh, you just think you're
so smart, don't you?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Are we taking Gracie with us?

She's waiting in the limo.

Is she?

Excuse me.

Do you think I'm gonna
fall for the same trick?

Daddy?

* 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
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've 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, I can't believe how many
famous people are here tonight.

(GASPING) Oh, my God, there's the paparazzi

that got hit by Sean Penn.

Oh, look, there's the one
that got hit by Mickey Rourke.

Oh, my God, there's the one that parachuted

into Liz's wedding.

Oh, is this a star-studded event or what?

Fran, Antonio Banderas sighting.

- I saw Melanie Griffith.
- And Tom Hanks.

Oh, my God. And I only
have one picture left.

Grace, pretend to pass out.

When everybody gathers around to help,

take a group sh*t.

You see, Miss Fine, if I hadn't
dragged you out of the house,

you'd have missed all this.

You'd still be upstairs
looking for another purse.

Okay. I admit it.

It sure is thrilling being
on this side of the ropes.

Usually, I'm the schnook on the other side

jumping up and down like an idiot.

Oh, my God, Patrick Swayze.

Patrick Swayze, over here.

Mr. Sheffield, could we get a
picture of you and your date?

Oh, you brought a date?

Oh! Oh, wait, one minute, honey. Okay.

Hey, it's that Italian
supermodel. What's your name again?

- Mondula.
- MAN: Mondula.

Mondula. Mondula, Gloss magazine.

Who designed the gown?

A new Italian designer, Ragu.

Maxwell, I'm thrilled we're
participating in this charity benefit.

It's for a very needy cause.

Yeah. Who's it for again?

Oh, I don't know.

Some disease.

Very trendy. Valerie Bertinelli
did the movie of the week.

I didn't see it, though. I had a date.

Oh, then it was a big night
for charity all around.

Dad, um, if you knew Fran would k*ll you

for something that you did

that turned out really bad for her,

would you tell her, or would
you try to keep it from her?

Oh, now, Margaret, haven't I taught
you to confront your problems?

Now, what could you possibly have
done to Miss Fine that was so horrible?

Not me. You.

Niles, the limo. I'm going to the club.

See if you can solve this with money.

Dad, Dad, Fran's picture's
in Gloss magazine.

Well, what's so bad about
that? She'll be thrilled.

What, eyes closed? Bad angle?

She's a fashion "Don't".

What's that to do with me?

Read the caption.

"Who let her out of the
house with that purse?"

(EXCLAIMING)

Oh, I just remembered the charity.

Asthma.

Niles, get this piece of trash out of here.

You heard the man, move it.

Knock-knock. Has anyone
seen my new Gloss magazine?

Oh, no. Oh, no. I've been working.

- Seen?
- No, Fran, I'm sorry.

Is this it?

Is there a picture of me in it?

Oh, I don't know.

Page , right after the
chick in the Hanes ad.

What's the matter? Why
don't you want me to see it?

I don't care if it's blurry.
That knocks years off.

No. You can't have it.

You think that's gonna stop me?

Oh, I look fabulous. Look,
they gave me half a page.

Oh, I gotta go call Val.

Everybody out!

Not you!

(STAMMERING) Oh, Miss Fine,
let's not be hasty about this.

Don't you worry.

It's gonna be slow and painful.

Hi, Ma.

Yeah. Mr. Sheffield here
wants to hear all about

your hysterectomy.

(WHIMPERING)

All right, Miss Fine. I know
how to make you feel better.

I'm ready.

Come on.

Let's do it.

Now? Oh, no. I'm not in the mood.

Oh, you want to. I know you do.

Every time you look at me,
you've got one thing on your mind.

I don't want you to do it out of pity.

Come on upstairs. You know you'll enjoy it.

No. I'm not prepared.

I'd have to go to the drug store.

Oh, no, forget it.

I'm not dying your gray streak today.

(GROANING)

Poor Miss Fine.

Maybe I ought to buy
her a little something.

Oh, Maxwell, will you get over your nanny?

The benefit is Saturday night.

You know, she has her eye on
that sonic nail drying system.

Maxwell, focus. We need a
director. We need a set designer.

We need someone to do costumes.

(GASPING) That's it.
C.C., you are a genius.

We need ushers! We need
someone to sell candy.

We need a fire marshal.

Oh, just look at these
editors of Gloss magazine.

They don't know squat about fashion.

A bunch of pretentious,
know-it-all wannabes.

Why don't they like me?

Fran, forget about it.

Look at you. You're a beautiful woman.

Do you think my friends are
coming over here to see me?

Take it from a guy. No one in their
right mind was looking at your purse.

What'd your father give you to say this?

A boom box.

Meanwhile, your sister got new skis.

Who's depressed now?

Miss Fine, every producer on Broadway

is preparing a scene
for a benefit next week.

I'm doing Our Town.

And I need a supervisor for the costumes.

Ma... Maxwell, what are you saying?

I'm saying I want to hire Miss Fine.

Regardless of what that magazine says,

I happen to know you have a
keen sense of style, Miss Fine.

So, will you take the job?

Are you kidding?

Oh, Mr. Sheffield,

I can't believe you trust me like that.

Maxwell, Nanny Fine does not want you

to hire her out of guilt.

Guilt has been very good to my people.

Oh, I gotta call Ma.

Look at her. She's radiant.

And I think she'll do a wonderful job.

Maxwell, I think you're thinking

with your little producer.

I beg your pardon?

Oh, you're attracted to this woman

for God knows what reason,

and it's clouding your
professional judgment.

Oh, C.C., that's ridiculous.

Besides, it's just one scene in a benefit.

Maxwell, the entire Broadway
community will be there,

and we'll have costumes
by Oscar de la Yenta.

If you insist on doing this,

then you'll do the benefit
alone, because I'm out of here.

Hasta la vista, baby.

C.C. C.C., you're overreacting.
You'll... you'll see.

Miss Fine will do a splendid job.

Oh, Our Town. This is going to be fabulous.

I'm gonna do a whole Four
Tops, Temptations thing,

you know, with backup
singers and sparkly gowns.

Oh, wait a minute. That's Motown.

Don't worry. I'll get it. I'll get it.

- Can you believe the publicity this benefit is getting?
- Hmm.

- It's for charity, you know.
- Mmm-hmm.

What people won't do to
get their name in the paper.

(CHUCKLING)

Page , sir.

Oh, thank you.

Honestly, the nerve of C.C. to suggest

that I hired Miss Fine for
less than honorable reasons.

Have you seen the costumes?

I don't need to see the costumes, Niles.

I hired the right person for the job.

What do you think a producer does?

Prays that his trusty butler
has Polaroids of the costumes.

Oh, thank God. Let me see them.

Plaid, plaid, gingham,
white, plain, fabulous.

I love you, Niles.

Well, I can't retire on love, sir.

Knock-knock. Mr. Sheffield,

are you ready for our meeting?

Oh, I am so excited.

You know, I have always dreamed

of the two of us working together.

Well, Miss Fine, you've been
working here for three years.

Oh, yeah, but now I'm actually doing stuff.

I mean, without the kids.

Uh, Mr. Sheffield, are you aware

that in this Our Town

all the characters are dead

and living in a cemetery?

Yes, of course I am.

Well, wouldn't you rather
do something like Dreamgirls?

No.

Okay. All right.

You're the big producer man.

Oh, this desk is so nice
and roomy under here.

- Oh, what's that?
- (LAUGHING) That's my foot.

Oh, you kick your shoes
off when you work, too?

Yeah. Well, st... stop it. How would
you like it if I did it to you, eh?

(SQUEALING)

That tickles.

Don't. Stop.

Don't. Stop.

Don't stop.

No, no, no. Come on.

Seriously, we've got to make
some serious decisions here.

Oh, all right. Okay.

What do you think of this?

Oh, it's lovely. But this is a benefit.

So perhaps you should go with
something a little more sedate.

Why don't you wear your black dress?

Oh, no. This isn't for me.

This is for your dead ingenue, Emily.

You know, she is on stage every
minute. So she's really gotta pop.

And like my Cousin Toddy says,

if you gotta be dead, be drop-dead.

Who... who's your Cousin Toddy?

Oh, I hired him to help
me with the costumes.

He's in the schmata business.

(STUTTERING) Miss Fine, what happened

to a little plaid, a little white...

they're sitting on your bed upstairs?

- You mean Maggie's dry cleaning?
- Oh, dear.

Oh, that was Margaret's dry cleaning.

Mr. Sheffield, why are
your toes all curling up?

You getting a foot cramp?

Well, Miss Fine, I am in considerable pain.

Oh, well, let me rub it for you.

Oh, no. Miss Fine. Miss Fine.
It's all right, Miss Fine.

Where's Miss Fine?

FRAN: How does that feel, Mr. Sheffield?

FRAN: Want me to rub some lotion on it?

Should I leave?

No.

Thank you, Miss Fine. That will be all.

You know, I have a butler's
benefit coming up, and

we need some uniforms.

Niles.

I'm gonna go around and get a basin

and fill it with some
water and some Epsom salts

so I can soak that.

She was massaging my foot.

Mmm.

Oh, Niles, what am I gonna do?

These costumes are gonna be ghastly.

Was C.C. right? Have I let my judgment

be impaired by my feelings for Miss Fine?

What feelings are those, sir?

- Well, you know.
- No, I don't, sir.

Oh, come on, Niles.

Oh, but you'd feel so much
better if you just said it.

Oh, perhaps you're right.

Maybe I should just admit that I...

Knock-knock.

Oh, wait!

MAN: There will be a
-minute intermission.

I'll have five Cokes, three bottled waters,

and a Charleston Chew, please.

That'll be $ .

Or did you want large Cokes?

No.

Oh, Miss Fine, do you
want something to drink?

Oh, don't even mention the word drink.

Did you see the line for the ladies room?

I could hardly sit through
that scene of The Wiz.

Oh, man, did you see that
one Andrew Lloyd Webber set,

how the entire mansion just
came down from the ceiling?

(EXCLAIMING) Yeah.

Hey, Dad, what's your set like?

Brighton, a flashy set
just hides a flawed show.

Is his the one with the bare
stage and the two ladders?

Yeah.

Oh, Mr. Sheffield, don't worry about it.

This is a benefit. People
are just here to find a cure

for their tax problems.

Oh, I know that you're
worried about the costumes.

- You do?
- Of course.

That actress who's supposed to
be playing -year-old Emily,

she's got a neck like a Shar-Pei.

Don't you worry.

I had Cousin Toddy stick
her in a gold lame dickey.

Ah, dickey.

Much better.

Jack Daniels, please.

You know, Mr. Sheffield,

I really haven't thanked you

for giving me this opportunity.

You don't know what it means to me

to have somebody like you
put so much faith in me.

What's that for?

For luck, Miss Fine.

Oh, well, beats break a leg.

- Oh, it's starting.
- Oh, there we go. Better get in there.

- Come on, kids.
- I don't want you to miss your big moment.

- No.
- I'll be right there.

- Oh, okay.
- I can't wait to see it.

It'll be great. It'll be swell.

Everything's coming up roses.

So, this bartending job, does it pay well?

Because I'd still like
to work in the theater.

Oh, Maxwell, I'm so sorry.

This might be a bad time to ask you this,

what with your career
in the toilet and all.

But now are you ready to admit

that it wasn't your brain
that hired Nanny Fine?

Look, I'll admit it was
a mistake hiring her,

but I won't question my motivation.

History is full of relationships
between men and women

that have nothing to do with
sexual attraction, like, um...

Mmm-hmm?

- Uh...
- Mmm-hmm.

- Uh...
- Mmm-hmm.

- Us.
- Mmm.

Oh, Mr. Sheffield, it was fabulous.

The clothes were a knockout.

The only complaint was
the hair was too big,

but don't worry,

that was just from a woman
that was sitting behind me.

You should hear what
the man behind me said.

Are you Dolph Lundgren?

Look who's here. It's Todd Oldham.

Oh, I just love his designs.

We sat together at the
Women's Wear Daily luncheon.

Oh.

Oh, oh, he's coming over to say hello.

Todd.

Franny.

Oh, Cousin Toddy.

You mean Todd Oldham is your Cousin Toddy?

- Yeah.
- Well, of course.

How do you think a nanny could
afford to dress the way I do?

So, who wore this before me?

Was it Cindy Crawford? Heather Locklear?

Well, actually, it was Wesley Snipes.

Wesley... huh?

Todd, I'd like you to meet
my boss, Maxwell Sheffield.

- Hi, it's a pleasure.
- How do you do?

And his partner, C.C. Babcock. Remember me?

No.

Mr. Sheffield, according
to Andrew Lloyd Webber,

your scene stole the show.

Really? Webber knows my name?

I mean, Webber knows my name
is synonymous with avant-garde.

Did he say that guy or did he
specifically call me Maxwell Sheffield?

Uh, Todd, in the cemetery,
everything was blue.

So evocative, so poignant. Why blue?

Well, I like blue.

You like blue?

(CHATTERING)

And, Mr... Mr. Sheffield, how
does it feel to reinvent a classic?

Well, actually, a great deal of the
credit goes to a very special woman

I work with.

Just a moment.

Thank you, Maxwell. "C"
period, "C" period Babcock.

C.C.

Well, anyway, you did a wonderful job.

Oh, thank you.

You know, I've got style, I've got flair.

That's how I became the nanny.

Oh, there's the photographer
from Gloss magazine.

He's gonna take a picture of her.

Excuse me. Miss Babcock.

MAN: Right here.

(CAMERA CLICKING)