The Nanny1993

Maxwell Sheffield:
[on the phone, looking at drawings] What can one say about these costumes? They're uh, they're awfully well-drawn; you stayed almost completely inside the lines.

C.C. Babcock:
[takes phone from Maxwell] They're grotesque; you couldn't design a dickey, you talentless hack! [removes phone from ear, shocked and meanwhile, Fran stands in doorway] He hung up on me!

Fran Fine:
[knocks on open door and enters the office] You catch a lot more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. Although what anybody would want with a whole bunch of flies, unless of course, you had a lizard to feed or a salamander or something. [Maxwell looks perplexed]

Maxwell Sheffield:
Miss Fine! May I ask why you're in my office babbling about reptiles?

Fran Fine:
Actually, I wanted to talk to you about one of the kids.

Maxwell Sheffield:
Hmm. If this is about canceling Maggie's piano lessons, God, yes!

Fran Fine:
So, she's not Liberace; is that such a crime?

C.C. Babcock:
Yes, in some countries, they'd cut off her hands. [she walks to couch and Fran, shocked and aghast, stares after her] What?

Fran Fine:
Question - When they shot Bambi's mother, did you find that a sad moment? [C.C. and Fran just stare at each other for a bit] At all?

C.C. Babcock:
[her smirk turns into a smile] I'm sure she's mounted in a nice home in a fine home somewhere.

Fran Fine:
Ah-huh. Well, [turns] now I'll talk to you. Yeah, um, I took Gracie out to lunch and that figment of her imagination tagged along. [sits on Maxwell's desk]

Maxwell Sheffield:
Ah, Imogene.

Fran Fine:
Now, not that I mind eating two BLTs, but she stuck me for the check.

Maxwell Sheffield:
Yes, she has been cropping up quite a bit lately.

Fran Fine:
Oh, you should have seen poor Gracie in the park, sitting on the teeter-totter with her little tush in the dirt, not budging an inch, just waiting and waiting. I'll tell you, it broke my heart.

Maxwell Sheffield:
Well, perhaps we should increase her therapy.

Fran Fine:
Well, I was thinking of doing just the opposite. I mean, she's six years old; does she really have to lie on some couch getting her head shrunk twice a week?

C.C. Babcock:
[walks over] Miss Fine, they don't actually shrink the child's head.

Fran Fine:
What am I, an ignoramus?

Maxwell Sheffield:
Miss Fine, while I appreciate your concern, Grace is a very complex child and therapy is an important outlet for her.

Fran Fine:
Well, look, if she needs an outlet, I'll take her to Jersey. They got a Ralph Lauren outlet, a Donna [dialogue buried under audience noise] I'm not sayin' the kid's gotta go cold turkey; I'm just sayin' I think she needs a little less Freud and a little more fun.

C.C. Babcock:
Therapy happens to be very beneficial. I've been going for 20 years. [Fran and Maxwell obviously perplexed, doubtful, shocked and confused]

Fran Fine:
[shakes head] Nahh. It's too easy.