The Nanny (1993–1999): Season 3, Episode 22 - The Hockey Show - full transcript
Fran dates a very superstitious NY Ranger who claims that her red shoes jinxed the team and caused them to lose. After a much heard comment, the entire City of New York thinks that she is a jinx.
I can't believe
we're the only two girls
in this sports bar
and no one's hitting on us.
What does a girl gotta do
to get noticed in here?
(SIGHS) Watch this.
ALL: Hey! Sit down!
(MEN SHOUTING)
Sit down!
What are you doing?
Oh, that is it.
You know, I'm giving up on men.
I'm giving up.
And I'm very content.
I--I have three
beautiful children,
a gorgeous home, a great guy.
So, I don't have a sex life.
Believe me,
I can hold out
longer than Lisa Marie.
Oh, my God.
There's a gorgeous guy
cruising us.
Well, Val, he's all yours.
He's coming this way.
Val, I'm telling you,
my dating days are over.
Hi. I'm Mike LaVoe.
I play with
the New York Rangers.
Would you like to
go out with me sometime?
Yes, I would.
How's Friday?
Thursday's sooner.
I need the address.
Get a pen.
Fran, what happened
to living like a nun?
I pictured you
climbing every mountain,
fording every stream.
Well, I followed every Ranger
till I found my dream.
Meanwhile,
we're out of popcorn.
Oh, let me.
(MEN SHOUTING)
♪ 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!
Fran, how come
Dad won't let me
go out on school nights,
but you can go out
when you're supposed
to be working?
Honey, I'm an adult.
I don't need to ask
your father for permission.
Oh, I left
the shower running.
I'm in there, if he asks.
MAXWELL: Miss Fine.
She's in the shower.
(EXCLAIMS)
Oh, sweetie, it's okay.
I shouldn't have asked you
to lie for me anyway.
I should have coughed up
the two extra bucks
for Brighton.
Now, listen,
Mr. Sheffield,
if you're gonna
try and talk me out
of going out tonight...
Are you kidding?
With Mike LaVoe
of the New York Rangers?
Go like this.
Oh, gee, who knew
that I could get
the night off
just by going out
with a famous athlete?
Well, so much
for dating Jewish guys.
I can't believe
we're dating Mike LaVoe.
Well, I mean,
you know, you are.
But I get to meet him.
Uh-huh.
We talked on the phone.
He called me "pal".
Well, you know,
he thinks that
I'm lucky for him.
Right after I met him,
he scored four times.
On the ice.
I must say I haven't
seen you this excited
in a long time.
Well, I don't often get
to go out with a celebrity.
No. I was talking
to Gidget.
Oh, do shut up
and take that pate
back to the kitchen.
Put out
some real man food
like ribs or hot wings.
Oh, Nanny Fine,
another fabulous gown
from the Reynold's
Wrap collection.
Maxwell, what would
you say if I waltzed out
of here for a date at 5:00?
I'd say, "See you at 5:30."
You know,
you got a pretty big yap
for someone whose
last date involved
standing on a roof
watching Sputnik go by.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Mike LaVoe's here.
I got it. I got it.
I'll get it.
I got it.
I'm gonna get it.
Will you look at yourselves?
Acting like a bunch
of idiots over some guy.
Believe me, it's cuter on me.
Hey, how's my lucky charm?
Oh, magically delicious.
Hi.
Hi.
Max Sheffield.
This is my son, Brighton.
What's happening, partner?
(SQUEAKS) Partner.
Sure beats your "pal".
Would you like a drink?
Oh, no thanks, boss.
"Boss."
Kicked both your butts.
Oh, now, let's not
fight over who has
the best nickname.
Come on, let's go, sexy thing.
"Sexy thing."
We have a winner.
Fran, you look
so gorgeous tonight.
Oh, Mike, thank you.
But you've already told me
seven times tonight.
Well, I'm superstitious.
You know,
I have to tell you
seven times a night
or else it's bad luck.
Is there anything
else you have to do
seven times a night
I should know about?
Nope.
Oh.
Well, I don't believe
in superstitions myself.
Especially that one about
catching the bridal bouquet.
P.S., I don't need to buy
potpourri until the year 2005.
Well, I'm a hockey player,
and we do have little rituals,
you know, for good luck.
Yeah?
It's like when
we're on a winning streak,
I never change my underwear.
If you're looking to get lucky,
I'd find myself another ritual.
God, Fran, I cannot
believe that a woman
like you isn't taken.
Listen, I'm as shocked
as you are.
I had just about
given up on men.
I mean, I never
dreamt that I could find
such a sweet, wonderful,
normal guy like you.
And...
It has to be odd.
Believe me, it is.
Compliments
of the management, Mr. LaVoe.
Oh, seafood platter.
No, no, no, no.
Wait, we can't eat this.
There's 13 shrimp here.
Well, wait a minute.
Watch this.
Now there's 12.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry, Fran.
But I had to do that.
Oh, well, you know, it's fine.
It's perfectly understandable.
Yeah.
Well, it's just that...
It's just that
13 is so unlucky.
Especially for that woman with
the shrimp in her cleavage.
Oh, Dad,
these seats
Mike LaVoe got us
are gonna be right on the ice.
We're gonna be
close enough to
smell the players.
Finally,
I know someone
that's got some pull.
Excuse me, but I have gotten us
some front row
seats in my time.
Yeah, but we're talking
about smelling the Rangers,
not Carol Channing.
Keep it up because
I could have asked Niles.
Yes. Just like I could
have made you a new waffle
when that one
fell on the floor.
Good morning, everyone.
Well, you got in late
last night, didn't you?
I got home at 12:00.
But I wasn't allowed in
until an odd number.
Load me up, Niles.
Wait a minute.
Why are you eating like someone
that doesn't have a boyfriend?
You screwed up our date,
didn't you?
Did you pick off his plate?
Oh, come on,
what do you think,
I was born in a barn?
Look, I know you loved him,
but you're young.
You'll meet someone else.
So is it officially over,
possibly over,
or not over until
I get my front row tickets?
Mr. Sheffield,
the man has a screw loose,
which is gonna make
it hard to break up with him
since he'd fit
so well in my family.
This is so unfair.
You can't break up with him.
You promised to take us
to the playoffs.
Oh, you know, you're all nuts.
That's it.
You know what?
I just give up on men.
I don't care if I ever
get married.
Meanwhile, my mother
just had an urge
to jump out the window
and she doesn't know why.
You're right. It's your life.
FRAN: Thank you.
Even though those
are the hardest tickets
to come by at the moment.
And, well,
hockey is the only thing
my boy and I have bonded over
in the last couple of years.
Oh, you know, I can't believe
you would stoop so low
as to use guilt on me.
All right. Fine.
If the game means
that much to you,
I will go.
I just have to
tell Grandma Yetta
that I'm not gonna
take her to the movies.
There's always next week.
God willing.
Oh, God, now I feel terrible.
Amateurs.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Oh, God,
this is gonna
be so thrilling.
Oh, look, Mike just skated out.
Oh, he's waving.
Hello, pal.
Oh, he's blowing a kiss.
Oh, well, all right.
Pal,
I think that was
meant for Sexy Thing.
Fran, the announcer's
talking about you.
They're saying
you're Mike's lucky charm.
Oh, I wish you didn't
talk me into doing this.
Now, he's gonna think
that I'm still interested
in him.
Oh, Miss Fine, look,
you're on the big screen.
FRAN: Oh!
Love ya, Mike.
Good luck from Sexy Thing.
And Pal.
Kiss me for luck, Fran.
ALL: Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
Oh, my God.
Everybody is chanting my name
right here
in Madison Square Garden,
me, a simple Jewish girl
from New York.
What does this remind me of?
♪ Memories
♪ Light the corners of my mind
♪ Misty water-colored
memories
♪ Of the way we were
What on earth is she doing?
CROWD ON TV: Fran! Fran!
Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
MAXWELL: Come on, Rangers.
Oh, what are you doing?
Get him, man.
What on earth is going on?
They're getting blown out.
This has to
be the worst game
they've ever played.
You could put Carol Channing
in ice skates,
and she'd do better than this.
Oh, come on, don't worry.
His lucky charm is here.
There's plenty of time.
What inning is this?
Fran, Fran, come here,
come here, come here,
come here.
Coming, baby.
Baby, something's wrong.
It's like
there's a curse on me.
Oh?
Are you sitting in
an even-numbered seat?
Yes.
Did you drive around
the garden seven times
before you came in?
Yes, yes.
Are you wearing
the same underwear?
Does everybody need
to know our business?
Oh, okay. All right.
Well, try sitting
on the aisle. Okay?
Oh, all right. Okay.
Fran, Fran, Fran,
the--the shoes.
The red shoes.
Oh, you like?
No. Red shoes are bad luck.
What?
The only thing
bad luck about these
is that I paid retail for them.
No, no.
You gotta leave, Fran.
You're the reason
we're losing.
You're a jinx.
What? I am not a jinx.
ALL: Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!
(CROWD CHANTING)
CROWD: Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!
Oh, my God. No.
Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!
Would you just
look at this picture?
Now everybody
in New York City
thinks that I'm a jinx.
But on the upside,
I'll tell you,
I look 25, tops.
I gotta remember
this photographer
for when I get married.
Honey, no one
believes you're a jinx.
Gee, you're taking
this awfully well.
I'd have thought
you'd have been more upset
about that I got dumped
on national TV
from one of the most
eligible bachelors
in New York.
I know, honey.
That's why
I'm heavily sedated.
Oh, by the way,
your father's disowned you.
Oh, Niles, look at this.
This is the kind of thing
that can put a person right
over the deep end.
I mean, next thing you know,
I'll be talking to myself
like one of those crazy women.
I've got black shoes.
I've got yellow shoes.
I've got green shoes.
No, I had to wear
the red shoes.
Oh, poor Nanny Fine.
I can't imagine
what it feels like
to be despised
by so many people.
Oh, come on.
Don't be so modest.
You know what, Nanny Fine?
You should lay low
till this whole thing
blows over.
You should stay
at my place for a while,
and I'll stay here.
Oh.
Your room's right next
to Maxwell's, right?
No. It's near the kids.
Oh, well, you know,
just cancel that.
What's this about?
Oh, just a small sampling
of shoes our lucky charm
could have worn.
Well, let's see,
there's lemon yellow,
orange orange, green clover.
You know, none of this
would have happened
if you had only
let me break up with him
when I wanted to.
Now, I'm the most despised
person in New York City.
I might as well become a mime.
Hi, sweetie,
how was therapy today?
Well, Dr. Bort said
today was our last session.
Oh, sweetheart, you're cured?
No. She's a Rangers
season ticket holder.
Oh, now that does it, mister.
You better get Mike LaVoe
to tell the world that
I am not a jinx.
Miss Fine, nobody cares.
Nobody cares?
They're throwing
eggs at our house
at the front door.
Maxwell, you have
to get rid of that woman.
There are maniacs outside
throwing eggs.
What?
Everyone else was doing it.
Oh, Mike, good,
I'm glad I found you.
Look, there's something
very important I need to
ask you...
Whoa. Is that Ron Greschner?
Yeah, it is.
You want to meet him?
Oh, may I?
Yeah, sure.
Ron, come here.
I want you to meet
a friend of mine.
This is Maxwell Sheffield.
How you doing, buddy?
He called me "buddy".
Do you want to play darts?
Oh, well, Ron,
that's very kind of you,
but I need to...
What? On your team?
Wait a minute.
What do you-- What do you
need to talk to me about?
Uh, oh, it can wait, buddy.
So, Ron,
let's, uh, play
some darts, huh?
Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?
When?
Niles,
I'm in trouble.
I didn't talk to Mike LaVoe
about that, um, jinx business.
Had a couple of beers
with the boys instead.
Oh, you know,
they have a picture
of Miss Fine above the bar,
darts in her nose.
I got her right
in the big hair,
20 points.
Why aren't you laughing?
I was laughing
on the inside, sir.
Oh, Miss Fine,
all right, come on,
let me have it.
I deserve it.
Oh, oh, Miss Fine, please.
I never thought I'd say this,
but please talk.
Oh, no. Don't cry.
Oh, no.
Please, please,
don't-- don't cry.
I can't stand it when you cry.
Oh, what can I do
to make it up to you, hmm?
I'll... I know,
I'll-- I'll buy you something.
All right? Anything.
Just... Just please
say you forgive me.
Oh, I am, like,
so ready to be married.
FRAN: Excuse me.
I'm looking for Mike LaVoe.
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry. I'm so...
ALL: It's the Jinx!
It's the Jinx!
Oh, gee, if ESPN wants
more women viewers,
they should put
a few cameras back here.
Fran. Fran,
what are you doing here?
Look, you told
the entire city
that I was a jinx.
Now, you better
take it back or I'll...
What?
Hold your breath
till you turn blue?
No. It's just that
the schtunk in here
finally hit me.
Look,
I can't take it back, Fran.
Denying a hex
is a hex in itself.
Yeah, yeah.
I watched Bewitched, too.
Oh, come on, Mike,
there's gotta be some way
I could change your mind.
Well, I don't see how.
This is a very important
game for us tonight.
Oh, I don't know.
Think about it.
You're a man,
and I'm a woman.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RECORDER)
Oh, no. No, not 13, Franny.
Not 13.
Take it off. Take it off.
Oh, do you want to see more?
Oh, no, not the mirror, Franny.
Not the mirror, please.
Come on, Fran.
Not the mirror.
Don't do that.
Seven years bad luck.
That's my entire career.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Come on, Fran.
Now, before you
go out on that ice...
Not--Not the red shoes,
Franny, the Stanley Cup
is riding on this game.
You ask yourself a question,
do I feel lucky tonight?
Well, do you, punk?
(SOBBING)
MAN ON TV: We're tied up
in overtime here
in this crucial
championship game.
Margaret, if you were
Miss Fine,
what car would you like
to drive?
Uh, my husband's.
Get this, Ranger fans,
I've just been handed a note.
Mike LaVoe formally apologizes
to Miss Fran Fine
for calling her a jinx.
It goes on to say
she's stunning,
intelligent, 26
and can be reached
at area code 212...
Hey, what's that?
Oh, man, what a play.
I better get back
to the action here.
What's the score?
Miss Fine, Mike LaVoe
just apologized to you
on the air.
How on earth did you
get him to do that?
Oh, I did a striptease for him
in his locker room
and scared the hell out of him.
Wait.
That didn't sound right.
Look at this.
The Rangers need a miracle.
Oh, Brighton,
enough with the miracles
and the superstitions.
It's all ridiculous.
I mean,
what does a pair of red shoes
have to do with
a hockey game anyway?
Goal. The Rangers score.
(ALL CHEERING)
Wait. I'm sorry.
The ref is reviewing the play.
Well, I--I guess
it's good for the city.
Yes, it's a goal.
The Rangers win.
we're the only two girls
in this sports bar
and no one's hitting on us.
What does a girl gotta do
to get noticed in here?
(SIGHS) Watch this.
ALL: Hey! Sit down!
(MEN SHOUTING)
Sit down!
What are you doing?
Oh, that is it.
You know, I'm giving up on men.
I'm giving up.
And I'm very content.
I--I have three
beautiful children,
a gorgeous home, a great guy.
So, I don't have a sex life.
Believe me,
I can hold out
longer than Lisa Marie.
Oh, my God.
There's a gorgeous guy
cruising us.
Well, Val, he's all yours.
He's coming this way.
Val, I'm telling you,
my dating days are over.
Hi. I'm Mike LaVoe.
I play with
the New York Rangers.
Would you like to
go out with me sometime?
Yes, I would.
How's Friday?
Thursday's sooner.
I need the address.
Get a pen.
Fran, what happened
to living like a nun?
I pictured you
climbing every mountain,
fording every stream.
Well, I followed every Ranger
till I found my dream.
Meanwhile,
we're out of popcorn.
Oh, let me.
(MEN SHOUTING)
♪ 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!
Fran, how come
Dad won't let me
go out on school nights,
but you can go out
when you're supposed
to be working?
Honey, I'm an adult.
I don't need to ask
your father for permission.
Oh, I left
the shower running.
I'm in there, if he asks.
MAXWELL: Miss Fine.
She's in the shower.
(EXCLAIMS)
Oh, sweetie, it's okay.
I shouldn't have asked you
to lie for me anyway.
I should have coughed up
the two extra bucks
for Brighton.
Now, listen,
Mr. Sheffield,
if you're gonna
try and talk me out
of going out tonight...
Are you kidding?
With Mike LaVoe
of the New York Rangers?
Go like this.
Oh, gee, who knew
that I could get
the night off
just by going out
with a famous athlete?
Well, so much
for dating Jewish guys.
I can't believe
we're dating Mike LaVoe.
Well, I mean,
you know, you are.
But I get to meet him.
Uh-huh.
We talked on the phone.
He called me "pal".
Well, you know,
he thinks that
I'm lucky for him.
Right after I met him,
he scored four times.
On the ice.
I must say I haven't
seen you this excited
in a long time.
Well, I don't often get
to go out with a celebrity.
No. I was talking
to Gidget.
Oh, do shut up
and take that pate
back to the kitchen.
Put out
some real man food
like ribs or hot wings.
Oh, Nanny Fine,
another fabulous gown
from the Reynold's
Wrap collection.
Maxwell, what would
you say if I waltzed out
of here for a date at 5:00?
I'd say, "See you at 5:30."
You know,
you got a pretty big yap
for someone whose
last date involved
standing on a roof
watching Sputnik go by.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Mike LaVoe's here.
I got it. I got it.
I'll get it.
I got it.
I'm gonna get it.
Will you look at yourselves?
Acting like a bunch
of idiots over some guy.
Believe me, it's cuter on me.
Hey, how's my lucky charm?
Oh, magically delicious.
Hi.
Hi.
Max Sheffield.
This is my son, Brighton.
What's happening, partner?
(SQUEAKS) Partner.
Sure beats your "pal".
Would you like a drink?
Oh, no thanks, boss.
"Boss."
Kicked both your butts.
Oh, now, let's not
fight over who has
the best nickname.
Come on, let's go, sexy thing.
"Sexy thing."
We have a winner.
Fran, you look
so gorgeous tonight.
Oh, Mike, thank you.
But you've already told me
seven times tonight.
Well, I'm superstitious.
You know,
I have to tell you
seven times a night
or else it's bad luck.
Is there anything
else you have to do
seven times a night
I should know about?
Nope.
Oh.
Well, I don't believe
in superstitions myself.
Especially that one about
catching the bridal bouquet.
P.S., I don't need to buy
potpourri until the year 2005.
Well, I'm a hockey player,
and we do have little rituals,
you know, for good luck.
Yeah?
It's like when
we're on a winning streak,
I never change my underwear.
If you're looking to get lucky,
I'd find myself another ritual.
God, Fran, I cannot
believe that a woman
like you isn't taken.
Listen, I'm as shocked
as you are.
I had just about
given up on men.
I mean, I never
dreamt that I could find
such a sweet, wonderful,
normal guy like you.
And...
It has to be odd.
Believe me, it is.
Compliments
of the management, Mr. LaVoe.
Oh, seafood platter.
No, no, no, no.
Wait, we can't eat this.
There's 13 shrimp here.
Well, wait a minute.
Watch this.
Now there's 12.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I'm sorry, Fran.
But I had to do that.
Oh, well, you know, it's fine.
It's perfectly understandable.
Yeah.
Well, it's just that...
It's just that
13 is so unlucky.
Especially for that woman with
the shrimp in her cleavage.
Oh, Dad,
these seats
Mike LaVoe got us
are gonna be right on the ice.
We're gonna be
close enough to
smell the players.
Finally,
I know someone
that's got some pull.
Excuse me, but I have gotten us
some front row
seats in my time.
Yeah, but we're talking
about smelling the Rangers,
not Carol Channing.
Keep it up because
I could have asked Niles.
Yes. Just like I could
have made you a new waffle
when that one
fell on the floor.
Good morning, everyone.
Well, you got in late
last night, didn't you?
I got home at 12:00.
But I wasn't allowed in
until an odd number.
Load me up, Niles.
Wait a minute.
Why are you eating like someone
that doesn't have a boyfriend?
You screwed up our date,
didn't you?
Did you pick off his plate?
Oh, come on,
what do you think,
I was born in a barn?
Look, I know you loved him,
but you're young.
You'll meet someone else.
So is it officially over,
possibly over,
or not over until
I get my front row tickets?
Mr. Sheffield,
the man has a screw loose,
which is gonna make
it hard to break up with him
since he'd fit
so well in my family.
This is so unfair.
You can't break up with him.
You promised to take us
to the playoffs.
Oh, you know, you're all nuts.
That's it.
You know what?
I just give up on men.
I don't care if I ever
get married.
Meanwhile, my mother
just had an urge
to jump out the window
and she doesn't know why.
You're right. It's your life.
FRAN: Thank you.
Even though those
are the hardest tickets
to come by at the moment.
And, well,
hockey is the only thing
my boy and I have bonded over
in the last couple of years.
Oh, you know, I can't believe
you would stoop so low
as to use guilt on me.
All right. Fine.
If the game means
that much to you,
I will go.
I just have to
tell Grandma Yetta
that I'm not gonna
take her to the movies.
There's always next week.
God willing.
Oh, God, now I feel terrible.
Amateurs.
(CROWD CHEERING)
Oh, God,
this is gonna
be so thrilling.
Oh, look, Mike just skated out.
Oh, he's waving.
Hello, pal.
Oh, he's blowing a kiss.
Oh, well, all right.
Pal,
I think that was
meant for Sexy Thing.
Fran, the announcer's
talking about you.
They're saying
you're Mike's lucky charm.
Oh, I wish you didn't
talk me into doing this.
Now, he's gonna think
that I'm still interested
in him.
Oh, Miss Fine, look,
you're on the big screen.
FRAN: Oh!
Love ya, Mike.
Good luck from Sexy Thing.
And Pal.
Kiss me for luck, Fran.
ALL: Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
Oh, my God.
Everybody is chanting my name
right here
in Madison Square Garden,
me, a simple Jewish girl
from New York.
What does this remind me of?
♪ Memories
♪ Light the corners of my mind
♪ Misty water-colored
memories
♪ Of the way we were
What on earth is she doing?
CROWD ON TV: Fran! Fran!
Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
Fran! Fran! Fran! Fran!
MAXWELL: Come on, Rangers.
Oh, what are you doing?
Get him, man.
What on earth is going on?
They're getting blown out.
This has to
be the worst game
they've ever played.
You could put Carol Channing
in ice skates,
and she'd do better than this.
Oh, come on, don't worry.
His lucky charm is here.
There's plenty of time.
What inning is this?
Fran, Fran, come here,
come here, come here,
come here.
Coming, baby.
Baby, something's wrong.
It's like
there's a curse on me.
Oh?
Are you sitting in
an even-numbered seat?
Yes.
Did you drive around
the garden seven times
before you came in?
Yes, yes.
Are you wearing
the same underwear?
Does everybody need
to know our business?
Oh, okay. All right.
Well, try sitting
on the aisle. Okay?
Oh, all right. Okay.
Fran, Fran, Fran,
the--the shoes.
The red shoes.
Oh, you like?
No. Red shoes are bad luck.
What?
The only thing
bad luck about these
is that I paid retail for them.
No, no.
You gotta leave, Fran.
You're the reason
we're losing.
You're a jinx.
What? I am not a jinx.
ALL: Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!
(CROWD CHANTING)
CROWD: Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!
Oh, my God. No.
Jinx! Jinx! Jinx! Jinx!
Would you just
look at this picture?
Now everybody
in New York City
thinks that I'm a jinx.
But on the upside,
I'll tell you,
I look 25, tops.
I gotta remember
this photographer
for when I get married.
Honey, no one
believes you're a jinx.
Gee, you're taking
this awfully well.
I'd have thought
you'd have been more upset
about that I got dumped
on national TV
from one of the most
eligible bachelors
in New York.
I know, honey.
That's why
I'm heavily sedated.
Oh, by the way,
your father's disowned you.
Oh, Niles, look at this.
This is the kind of thing
that can put a person right
over the deep end.
I mean, next thing you know,
I'll be talking to myself
like one of those crazy women.
I've got black shoes.
I've got yellow shoes.
I've got green shoes.
No, I had to wear
the red shoes.
Oh, poor Nanny Fine.
I can't imagine
what it feels like
to be despised
by so many people.
Oh, come on.
Don't be so modest.
You know what, Nanny Fine?
You should lay low
till this whole thing
blows over.
You should stay
at my place for a while,
and I'll stay here.
Oh.
Your room's right next
to Maxwell's, right?
No. It's near the kids.
Oh, well, you know,
just cancel that.
What's this about?
Oh, just a small sampling
of shoes our lucky charm
could have worn.
Well, let's see,
there's lemon yellow,
orange orange, green clover.
You know, none of this
would have happened
if you had only
let me break up with him
when I wanted to.
Now, I'm the most despised
person in New York City.
I might as well become a mime.
Hi, sweetie,
how was therapy today?
Well, Dr. Bort said
today was our last session.
Oh, sweetheart, you're cured?
No. She's a Rangers
season ticket holder.
Oh, now that does it, mister.
You better get Mike LaVoe
to tell the world that
I am not a jinx.
Miss Fine, nobody cares.
Nobody cares?
They're throwing
eggs at our house
at the front door.
Maxwell, you have
to get rid of that woman.
There are maniacs outside
throwing eggs.
What?
Everyone else was doing it.
Oh, Mike, good,
I'm glad I found you.
Look, there's something
very important I need to
ask you...
Whoa. Is that Ron Greschner?
Yeah, it is.
You want to meet him?
Oh, may I?
Yeah, sure.
Ron, come here.
I want you to meet
a friend of mine.
This is Maxwell Sheffield.
How you doing, buddy?
He called me "buddy".
Do you want to play darts?
Oh, well, Ron,
that's very kind of you,
but I need to...
What? On your team?
Wait a minute.
What do you-- What do you
need to talk to me about?
Uh, oh, it can wait, buddy.
So, Ron,
let's, uh, play
some darts, huh?
Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?
When?
Niles,
I'm in trouble.
I didn't talk to Mike LaVoe
about that, um, jinx business.
Had a couple of beers
with the boys instead.
Oh, you know,
they have a picture
of Miss Fine above the bar,
darts in her nose.
I got her right
in the big hair,
20 points.
Why aren't you laughing?
I was laughing
on the inside, sir.
Oh, Miss Fine,
all right, come on,
let me have it.
I deserve it.
Oh, oh, Miss Fine, please.
I never thought I'd say this,
but please talk.
Oh, no. Don't cry.
Oh, no.
Please, please,
don't-- don't cry.
I can't stand it when you cry.
Oh, what can I do
to make it up to you, hmm?
I'll... I know,
I'll-- I'll buy you something.
All right? Anything.
Just... Just please
say you forgive me.
Oh, I am, like,
so ready to be married.
FRAN: Excuse me.
I'm looking for Mike LaVoe.
Oh, my God.
I'm so sorry. I'm so...
ALL: It's the Jinx!
It's the Jinx!
Oh, gee, if ESPN wants
more women viewers,
they should put
a few cameras back here.
Fran. Fran,
what are you doing here?
Look, you told
the entire city
that I was a jinx.
Now, you better
take it back or I'll...
What?
Hold your breath
till you turn blue?
No. It's just that
the schtunk in here
finally hit me.
Look,
I can't take it back, Fran.
Denying a hex
is a hex in itself.
Yeah, yeah.
I watched Bewitched, too.
Oh, come on, Mike,
there's gotta be some way
I could change your mind.
Well, I don't see how.
This is a very important
game for us tonight.
Oh, I don't know.
Think about it.
You're a man,
and I'm a woman.
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RECORDER)
Oh, no. No, not 13, Franny.
Not 13.
Take it off. Take it off.
Oh, do you want to see more?
Oh, no, not the mirror, Franny.
Not the mirror, please.
Come on, Fran.
Not the mirror.
Don't do that.
Seven years bad luck.
That's my entire career.
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Come on, Fran.
Now, before you
go out on that ice...
Not--Not the red shoes,
Franny, the Stanley Cup
is riding on this game.
You ask yourself a question,
do I feel lucky tonight?
Well, do you, punk?
(SOBBING)
MAN ON TV: We're tied up
in overtime here
in this crucial
championship game.
Margaret, if you were
Miss Fine,
what car would you like
to drive?
Uh, my husband's.
Get this, Ranger fans,
I've just been handed a note.
Mike LaVoe formally apologizes
to Miss Fran Fine
for calling her a jinx.
It goes on to say
she's stunning,
intelligent, 26
and can be reached
at area code 212...
Hey, what's that?
Oh, man, what a play.
I better get back
to the action here.
What's the score?
Miss Fine, Mike LaVoe
just apologized to you
on the air.
How on earth did you
get him to do that?
Oh, I did a striptease for him
in his locker room
and scared the hell out of him.
Wait.
That didn't sound right.
Look at this.
The Rangers need a miracle.
Oh, Brighton,
enough with the miracles
and the superstitions.
It's all ridiculous.
I mean,
what does a pair of red shoes
have to do with
a hockey game anyway?
Goal. The Rangers score.
(ALL CHEERING)
Wait. I'm sorry.
The ref is reviewing the play.
Well, I--I guess
it's good for the city.
Yes, it's a goal.
The Rangers win.