The Nanny (1993–1999): Season 6, Episode 16 - The Producers - full transcript
Niles want to produce a play written by his friend. He doesn't want to produce it solely in a want to be a producer, but he wants to impress his true love: C.C. To help her friend achieve his goal of winning C.C. (although she admittedly doesn't understand the attraction), Fran decides to co-produce the show with Niles. Since the names Niles and Fran mean nothing in the show business world, they decide to use the name Sheffield/Babcock Productions to at least get their foot in the door. Even at that, the production has a few bumps, such as only being able to hire an aging former soap opera star in the lead role of the 24-year old ingénue. But Niles and Fran get into serious trouble when due to their lack of business acumen, Sheffield/Babcock Productions ends up being sued for $250,000. They try and hide this fact from both C.C. and Maxwell without success. Luckily Maxwell, although angry, manages to rectify their business mistakes in the production. But in the end, the show does go on. Feeling buoyed by this minor success and egged on by Fran, Niles is about to confess his love to C.C. Instead, he blurts out something completely different to her.
Yetta, I love you. I gotta go, sweetie.
No, you can't talk to them now.
Okay, here they are.
We need to talk.
I've got such exciting news.
Calm down, calm down.
They're not geniuses.
That was Niles talking.
Okay, I'm gonna go now. I love you, too.
Bye.
What is the one thing that separates me
from all the successful people
in this world?
Success?
This!
Oh, no. You didn't write another
Seinfeld episode, did you?
-Sweetie, it's over.
-No. No, this is a new play.
A friend of mine wrote it,
and it's wonderful.
I'm going to show it to Mr. Sheffield
he'll love it, produce it,
I'll be his partner, become rich,
and finally be able
to get out of this stinking,
rotten excuse for an existence.
Not that it hasn't been a blast.
-Good morning.
-Sir.
I got something very important
to discuss with you.
And I know you'll listen since
you have great respect for my opinions.
By the way, have you scraped off
my riding boots like I asked?
Yes. Sir, I have discovered
a wonderful new play
that I would consider selling--
Okay, giving
to Sheffield Babcock Productions
-in exchange for becoming a partner.
-What?
Okay, co-part, associate.
Junior. Assistant.
All right, I'll fetch the lattes.
But we are partners, old man.
I run the business, you run the home.
I'm good at my specialty,
you are wonderful at yours.
Now, you wouldn't want to go
and fiddle with what I consider
to be one of the most
successful partnerships
anyone has ever known, would you?
No, of course not, sir. Thank you, sir.
Goodbye, sir. Thank you.
-Well, I lost that exchange, didn't I?
-Yes, sir.
Well, forget it. What was I thinking?
She's only ever going to think of me
as just a domestic.
Who?
No one.
Niles, are you doing all this
to impress a woman?
Well, maybe.
A little.
Sort of. Kind of.
-Are you in love?
-Maybe.
A little.
Sort of. Kind of.
But I'm just dreaming. There's no way
that she would ever consider me.
No, you're not still writing
to Petula Clark, are you?
No, no. This isn't an infatuation.
No, this is deep.
I think this might really be it.
-Well, have you told her how you feel?
-God, no.
Well, you gotta let her know.
I mean, what woman wouldn't be thrilled
to have you in her life?
Hello, hello.
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 Sheffields' 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 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
Niles, I have been buzzing
for over an hour.
What do I have to do
to get some milk for my coffee?
Hover over a bucket.
You found that funny?
No, I'm laughing at the way
that little thing under his chin
jiggles back and forth when he talks.
What is this, foreplay?
Miss Babcock, let me have a word with you.
You know, if you wanna have a long-term
relationship with a man,
you know, other than my husband...
...let me give you a bit of advice.
-We're friends--
-Nanny Fine,
I may have to accept the fact
that you snagged my boyfriend
and are about to breed
what should be my babies.
C.C.
My babies!
You do realize that's my wife
you're speaking to, don't you?
Of course.
I just didn't know you were standing
right behind me.
Well, this animosity has been going on
far too long, C.C.
And frankly, I'm sick of it.
Now, either you make friends with my wife
or there's no place for you in our home
and I'll dissolve our partnership.
Maxwell, I was just funning with her.
We're friends.
Just like,
I was with your first wife Sally.
-Sara.
-Sara!
I love the smell of Nair
that lingers when she leaves a room.
Who are you?
Are you telling me that all those years
that you put dishwater in her coffee
and changed her lip balm for glue stick
and called her a cow, you were flirting?
What? No good?
Niles, why don't you just tell her
how you feel?
God, no. Not until
I have a successful career.
A substantial income. A home.
-God.
-What?
She's never gonna know.
Well, here's what you're gonna do.
You are going to produce this play
yourself, mister.
And I am going to help you.
Because you're my friend and I love you
and I want you to be happy.
Is this your way of telling me
that you've upped the number
of baby shower guests
and I'm going to have to cook for 75?
Maybe. Kind of. Sort of. A hundred.
Okay, partner, the first thing
you need to do is read the play
-and tell me what you think.
-Very good. Great. I'll do that.
You know, it's so heavy.
I don't need to read it.
If you say it's great, it's great.
Now, come on, if you're going to be
a producer, you have to do the work.
You're right. Okay.
I'll have Gracie read it.
Hey... Kid.
Listen, I really screwed up
with your old man,
and I need your help
to weasel back into his good graces.
Why should I help you?
I'll give you $10,000.
Okay.
-It's Grace.
-Thank you.
Wait a minute. I don't want you.
You're the little one. I want the big one.
-Maggie.
-What?
I was right?
You know, I have always felt
a special closeness to you.
I watched you grow up.
I danced at your wedding.
Did you have a good time?
Well, let's just say,
I didn't go home alone.
She's never been married.
Where's the boy? Where's the boy? Trevor.
Yeah.
I was right again?
Listen, I have always felt
a special closeness to you...
-How's it going, partner?
-Terribly.
Bernadette Peters' agent
wouldn't even take my call.
They've never heard of me. Me, Niles.
They do backflips for me at the A&P.
Well, I've been watching Maxwell
and Miss Babcock do this for years.
And we're gonna have to do
what they do to get things done.
-What's that?
-We'll use their names.
But then people will think
that we're them.
Hello?
Or should I say,
"Hello, hello."
And you'll have to be Maxwell.
Can you do an English accent?
I'll try.
But we still have one big problem.
We can't even afford to send a messenger
to give the scripts out to people to read.
What are we gonna do for money?
No. I mean, it's one thing
to steal their names
but it's very, very wrong
to use his business account.
I'll use our joint account.
Yeah. That's what I'll do.
You know,
Maxwell gave me full access to that.
How much is in there?
Not a lot. He says that I'm not good
with money.
And everybody knows that you have
the first penny that you ever earned here.
Yeah, well, that'll pay for the messenger.
We'll worry about that later.
Get into your position.
-What position?
-Your Maxwell position.
Well, I'll just call that agent right now.
Hello?
Yes.
This is Sheffield/Babcock Productions.
Mr. Sheffield has a property,
and he would like to speak
with Bernadette Peters' agent.
ASPCA.
One moment, please.
"One moment, please."
This is gonna be a piece of cake.
-C.C., you're brilliant.
-Maxwell.
We make such a great couple.
But I know I can't compete
with that gorgeous sexy brunette
you married.
I got you.
We knew you were coming in here.
You see,
I told you he wouldn't find this funny.
-Yeah, you said it.
-Now, if you don't mind,
-I have work to do.
-Okay.
It was her idea.
It was his idea.
Would you look at you, Mr. Producer man.
C.C. is gonna be so major league
turned on when she sees you.
You know, women love powerful men.
Strong, confident.
What's that smell?
Nice, huh?
I lemon-Pledged all the folding chairs.
Well, we'll just leave that part out.
You know, I've been thinking.
This is such a star vehicle.
I really wish we'd been able to get
a bigger name than Madeline Porter.
Why? She's a huge soap star.
Didn't you ever watch Edge Of Life?
Of course, 30 years ago,
before it was canceled.
What has she done since that?
This.
Hello, darlings. Sorry I'm late.
I was held up at lunch.
Miss Porter, did you enjoy the script?
I didn't read it. Much too heavy.
This is ridiculous.
No one is going to buy
that she is a 24-year-old ingénue.
Sure they will.
We can't afford any lights.
But you know, my Uncle Heffy
is supplying us with the tickets.
And they turn into sponges
when you wet them.
Wouldn't it be ironic
if this was a big hit
and they got all the credit?
And we were the best things that ever
happened to Sheffield/Babcock Productions.
Maxwell Sheffield and C.C. Babcock?
-You know what they look like?
-No.
Then, yeah, sure, that's us.
This is for you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
What is it?
"Sheffield/Babcock Productions
is hereby notified
they are in violation of city codes..."
A bunch of numbers.
"...hereby ordered to pay a fine
of $250,000."
Go pick up my dry cleaning,
put gas in the limo,
and bring me a double decaf cappuccino.
What are you yelling at him for?
We're the ones in trouble.
Just clinging to my final moments
as a producer.
Well, on the bright side, there are still
two theater codes that we didn't violate.
No, I'm wrong.
What am I going to do?
All the dreams I had of impressing
Miss Babcock have gone up in smoke.
Why don't you just tell her
how you feel?
I mean, maybe she's got more depth
than you give her credit for.
Listen, people don't have to be
in the same position in life
-to fall in love.
-Well, that's certainly true.
Mr. Sheffield fell in love with you
when you were just a nanny,
and you didn't have any formal education
or fit into his circle of friends.
Yeah, but I could fit into a size two
mini skirt and that gave me an edge.
But that's not the only reason
he fell in love with me.
I let him know how I felt.
Every chance you got.
For five long years.
Well, since you're so used
to telling him things,
are you going to tell him
that we cost his company
a quarter of a million dollars?
Yes, I am. But with one little change.
I'm gonna blame the whole thing on you.
-Right.
-Well, I can't take the risk anymore.
I can't fit into a size two nowadays.
-It's Miss Babcock.
-Go talk to her.
-No, what do I say?
-Now. Go.
-I love you.
-What?
Nothing.
Fran, you look so pretty.
Mrs. Sheffield, I love the way...
I cannot do this.
I have got to find some way
to not hate you
or Maxwell is just gonna kick me out
on my butt.
All right, from now on,
no matter what you say,
no matter what you do, I am going
to treat you with courtesy and respect.
No matter what?
No matter what.
Even if you're totally justified
in hating me?
Yep.
Niles and I used your names
to produce a play of our own
and ended up getting
Sheffield/Babcock Productions sued
for a quarter of a million dollars.
I'm gonna kill you, you stupid, useless,
big head--
Angel, what lucky babies.
Look how nicely the two of you
are getting along.
Now, that's very nice, C.C.
You keep it up.
Okay. Here's the deal, Miss Babcock.
If you help me and Niles out of this jam
I'll tell Maxwell
that you're being nice to me
and you really don't have to be.
I've got a better idea.
Why don't I just wait for Maxwell
to find out that you used his name
to produce a play and then I won't have
to worry about liking you
because he'll despise you as much as I do.
It's gonna be a bloodbath.
I don't know what he sees in her.
Fran, don't make me do this.
I'm a really bad actor.
He's gonna see right through this.
-It's not fun. Don't. Please, please.
-Tell him what I told you to say.
Dad, you know,
Fran's in the living room crying
and I think she really needs some...
-Comfort.
-Comfort.
The poor thing. She's feeling
a little more emotional
these days because of the pregnancy.
Thank you.
Fran, darling, what's the matter?
Is anything wrong?
Did one of the children do something?
Did I do something?
Are you feeling a little bit neglected?
Because I'm so busy working
on this sitcom?
-Yeah.
-Darling, I'm sorry, it's just
there are so many things to take care of
before this move to California.
I've never produced
a television show before.
You know what I think?
I think you need to get out there
a little more.
Have some fun.
Go create some new projects for yourself.
And you wouldn't mind if I did that?
No, of course not, my darling.
I'd fully support you
in anything you wanted to do.
Anything?
You what?
-She told him.
-She told him.
This just isn't right. She's in there
taking all the blame herself.
-She's such a good friend.
-Niles!
-Thank you. Thank you so much.
-Bravo. Bravo.
Thank you.
What a glorious opening night.
I wish I could stay.
Do you have another party to go to?
No, I've got to refill the sugar dispenser
for the morning rush.
Okay.
Would you care for a doughnut, Yetta?
None of these have bones in them,
do they?
No.
The bear claws might.
Sweetie, I really like this
whole producing thing.
I think that maybe
we should become a team.
I mean, you gotta admit,
I was pretty good at it.
Well, darling, you almost cost me
a quarter of a million dollars.
I had to come down here
and fix everything myself.
Well, what kind of a team
would we be if we both screwed up?
Niles. Niles.
You're a successful producer
and you're standing over here.
There's Miss Babcock,
the woman you love, over there.
Not good. Go ahead.
I don't know what to say.
I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Yeah, don't open with that.
Niles, listen to me.
I'm your friend and I love you.
Don't spend the rest of your life
wondering.
Carpe diem.
Miss Babcock...
Well, I gotta admit
you surprised me tonight.
You finally pulled off something
bigger than your shorts.
Yeah? Well, you...
You're a... You walk like a...
Marry me.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Ma, come on.
Morty's waiting in the car.
I'm coming.
No, you can't talk to them now.
Okay, here they are.
We need to talk.
I've got such exciting news.
Calm down, calm down.
They're not geniuses.
That was Niles talking.
Okay, I'm gonna go now. I love you, too.
Bye.
What is the one thing that separates me
from all the successful people
in this world?
Success?
This!
Oh, no. You didn't write another
Seinfeld episode, did you?
-Sweetie, it's over.
-No. No, this is a new play.
A friend of mine wrote it,
and it's wonderful.
I'm going to show it to Mr. Sheffield
he'll love it, produce it,
I'll be his partner, become rich,
and finally be able
to get out of this stinking,
rotten excuse for an existence.
Not that it hasn't been a blast.
-Good morning.
-Sir.
I got something very important
to discuss with you.
And I know you'll listen since
you have great respect for my opinions.
By the way, have you scraped off
my riding boots like I asked?
Yes. Sir, I have discovered
a wonderful new play
that I would consider selling--
Okay, giving
to Sheffield Babcock Productions
-in exchange for becoming a partner.
-What?
Okay, co-part, associate.
Junior. Assistant.
All right, I'll fetch the lattes.
But we are partners, old man.
I run the business, you run the home.
I'm good at my specialty,
you are wonderful at yours.
Now, you wouldn't want to go
and fiddle with what I consider
to be one of the most
successful partnerships
anyone has ever known, would you?
No, of course not, sir. Thank you, sir.
Goodbye, sir. Thank you.
-Well, I lost that exchange, didn't I?
-Yes, sir.
Well, forget it. What was I thinking?
She's only ever going to think of me
as just a domestic.
Who?
No one.
Niles, are you doing all this
to impress a woman?
Well, maybe.
A little.
Sort of. Kind of.
-Are you in love?
-Maybe.
A little.
Sort of. Kind of.
But I'm just dreaming. There's no way
that she would ever consider me.
No, you're not still writing
to Petula Clark, are you?
No, no. This isn't an infatuation.
No, this is deep.
I think this might really be it.
-Well, have you told her how you feel?
-God, no.
Well, you gotta let her know.
I mean, what woman wouldn't be thrilled
to have you in her life?
Hello, hello.
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 Sheffields' 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 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
Niles, I have been buzzing
for over an hour.
What do I have to do
to get some milk for my coffee?
Hover over a bucket.
You found that funny?
No, I'm laughing at the way
that little thing under his chin
jiggles back and forth when he talks.
What is this, foreplay?
Miss Babcock, let me have a word with you.
You know, if you wanna have a long-term
relationship with a man,
you know, other than my husband...
...let me give you a bit of advice.
-We're friends--
-Nanny Fine,
I may have to accept the fact
that you snagged my boyfriend
and are about to breed
what should be my babies.
C.C.
My babies!
You do realize that's my wife
you're speaking to, don't you?
Of course.
I just didn't know you were standing
right behind me.
Well, this animosity has been going on
far too long, C.C.
And frankly, I'm sick of it.
Now, either you make friends with my wife
or there's no place for you in our home
and I'll dissolve our partnership.
Maxwell, I was just funning with her.
We're friends.
Just like,
I was with your first wife Sally.
-Sara.
-Sara!
I love the smell of Nair
that lingers when she leaves a room.
Who are you?
Are you telling me that all those years
that you put dishwater in her coffee
and changed her lip balm for glue stick
and called her a cow, you were flirting?
What? No good?
Niles, why don't you just tell her
how you feel?
God, no. Not until
I have a successful career.
A substantial income. A home.
-God.
-What?
She's never gonna know.
Well, here's what you're gonna do.
You are going to produce this play
yourself, mister.
And I am going to help you.
Because you're my friend and I love you
and I want you to be happy.
Is this your way of telling me
that you've upped the number
of baby shower guests
and I'm going to have to cook for 75?
Maybe. Kind of. Sort of. A hundred.
Okay, partner, the first thing
you need to do is read the play
-and tell me what you think.
-Very good. Great. I'll do that.
You know, it's so heavy.
I don't need to read it.
If you say it's great, it's great.
Now, come on, if you're going to be
a producer, you have to do the work.
You're right. Okay.
I'll have Gracie read it.
Hey... Kid.
Listen, I really screwed up
with your old man,
and I need your help
to weasel back into his good graces.
Why should I help you?
I'll give you $10,000.
Okay.
-It's Grace.
-Thank you.
Wait a minute. I don't want you.
You're the little one. I want the big one.
-Maggie.
-What?
I was right?
You know, I have always felt
a special closeness to you.
I watched you grow up.
I danced at your wedding.
Did you have a good time?
Well, let's just say,
I didn't go home alone.
She's never been married.
Where's the boy? Where's the boy? Trevor.
Yeah.
I was right again?
Listen, I have always felt
a special closeness to you...
-How's it going, partner?
-Terribly.
Bernadette Peters' agent
wouldn't even take my call.
They've never heard of me. Me, Niles.
They do backflips for me at the A&P.
Well, I've been watching Maxwell
and Miss Babcock do this for years.
And we're gonna have to do
what they do to get things done.
-What's that?
-We'll use their names.
But then people will think
that we're them.
Hello?
Or should I say,
"Hello, hello."
And you'll have to be Maxwell.
Can you do an English accent?
I'll try.
But we still have one big problem.
We can't even afford to send a messenger
to give the scripts out to people to read.
What are we gonna do for money?
No. I mean, it's one thing
to steal their names
but it's very, very wrong
to use his business account.
I'll use our joint account.
Yeah. That's what I'll do.
You know,
Maxwell gave me full access to that.
How much is in there?
Not a lot. He says that I'm not good
with money.
And everybody knows that you have
the first penny that you ever earned here.
Yeah, well, that'll pay for the messenger.
We'll worry about that later.
Get into your position.
-What position?
-Your Maxwell position.
Well, I'll just call that agent right now.
Hello?
Yes.
This is Sheffield/Babcock Productions.
Mr. Sheffield has a property,
and he would like to speak
with Bernadette Peters' agent.
ASPCA.
One moment, please.
"One moment, please."
This is gonna be a piece of cake.
-C.C., you're brilliant.
-Maxwell.
We make such a great couple.
But I know I can't compete
with that gorgeous sexy brunette
you married.
I got you.
We knew you were coming in here.
You see,
I told you he wouldn't find this funny.
-Yeah, you said it.
-Now, if you don't mind,
-I have work to do.
-Okay.
It was her idea.
It was his idea.
Would you look at you, Mr. Producer man.
C.C. is gonna be so major league
turned on when she sees you.
You know, women love powerful men.
Strong, confident.
What's that smell?
Nice, huh?
I lemon-Pledged all the folding chairs.
Well, we'll just leave that part out.
You know, I've been thinking.
This is such a star vehicle.
I really wish we'd been able to get
a bigger name than Madeline Porter.
Why? She's a huge soap star.
Didn't you ever watch Edge Of Life?
Of course, 30 years ago,
before it was canceled.
What has she done since that?
This.
Hello, darlings. Sorry I'm late.
I was held up at lunch.
Miss Porter, did you enjoy the script?
I didn't read it. Much too heavy.
This is ridiculous.
No one is going to buy
that she is a 24-year-old ingénue.
Sure they will.
We can't afford any lights.
But you know, my Uncle Heffy
is supplying us with the tickets.
And they turn into sponges
when you wet them.
Wouldn't it be ironic
if this was a big hit
and they got all the credit?
And we were the best things that ever
happened to Sheffield/Babcock Productions.
Maxwell Sheffield and C.C. Babcock?
-You know what they look like?
-No.
Then, yeah, sure, that's us.
This is for you.
-Thank you.
-Thank you.
What is it?
"Sheffield/Babcock Productions
is hereby notified
they are in violation of city codes..."
A bunch of numbers.
"...hereby ordered to pay a fine
of $250,000."
Go pick up my dry cleaning,
put gas in the limo,
and bring me a double decaf cappuccino.
What are you yelling at him for?
We're the ones in trouble.
Just clinging to my final moments
as a producer.
Well, on the bright side, there are still
two theater codes that we didn't violate.
No, I'm wrong.
What am I going to do?
All the dreams I had of impressing
Miss Babcock have gone up in smoke.
Why don't you just tell her
how you feel?
I mean, maybe she's got more depth
than you give her credit for.
Listen, people don't have to be
in the same position in life
-to fall in love.
-Well, that's certainly true.
Mr. Sheffield fell in love with you
when you were just a nanny,
and you didn't have any formal education
or fit into his circle of friends.
Yeah, but I could fit into a size two
mini skirt and that gave me an edge.
But that's not the only reason
he fell in love with me.
I let him know how I felt.
Every chance you got.
For five long years.
Well, since you're so used
to telling him things,
are you going to tell him
that we cost his company
a quarter of a million dollars?
Yes, I am. But with one little change.
I'm gonna blame the whole thing on you.
-Right.
-Well, I can't take the risk anymore.
I can't fit into a size two nowadays.
-It's Miss Babcock.
-Go talk to her.
-No, what do I say?
-Now. Go.
-I love you.
-What?
Nothing.
Fran, you look so pretty.
Mrs. Sheffield, I love the way...
I cannot do this.
I have got to find some way
to not hate you
or Maxwell is just gonna kick me out
on my butt.
All right, from now on,
no matter what you say,
no matter what you do, I am going
to treat you with courtesy and respect.
No matter what?
No matter what.
Even if you're totally justified
in hating me?
Yep.
Niles and I used your names
to produce a play of our own
and ended up getting
Sheffield/Babcock Productions sued
for a quarter of a million dollars.
I'm gonna kill you, you stupid, useless,
big head--
Angel, what lucky babies.
Look how nicely the two of you
are getting along.
Now, that's very nice, C.C.
You keep it up.
Okay. Here's the deal, Miss Babcock.
If you help me and Niles out of this jam
I'll tell Maxwell
that you're being nice to me
and you really don't have to be.
I've got a better idea.
Why don't I just wait for Maxwell
to find out that you used his name
to produce a play and then I won't have
to worry about liking you
because he'll despise you as much as I do.
It's gonna be a bloodbath.
I don't know what he sees in her.
Fran, don't make me do this.
I'm a really bad actor.
He's gonna see right through this.
-It's not fun. Don't. Please, please.
-Tell him what I told you to say.
Dad, you know,
Fran's in the living room crying
and I think she really needs some...
-Comfort.
-Comfort.
The poor thing. She's feeling
a little more emotional
these days because of the pregnancy.
Thank you.
Fran, darling, what's the matter?
Is anything wrong?
Did one of the children do something?
Did I do something?
Are you feeling a little bit neglected?
Because I'm so busy working
on this sitcom?
-Yeah.
-Darling, I'm sorry, it's just
there are so many things to take care of
before this move to California.
I've never produced
a television show before.
You know what I think?
I think you need to get out there
a little more.
Have some fun.
Go create some new projects for yourself.
And you wouldn't mind if I did that?
No, of course not, my darling.
I'd fully support you
in anything you wanted to do.
Anything?
You what?
-She told him.
-She told him.
This just isn't right. She's in there
taking all the blame herself.
-She's such a good friend.
-Niles!
-Thank you. Thank you so much.
-Bravo. Bravo.
Thank you.
What a glorious opening night.
I wish I could stay.
Do you have another party to go to?
No, I've got to refill the sugar dispenser
for the morning rush.
Okay.
Would you care for a doughnut, Yetta?
None of these have bones in them,
do they?
No.
The bear claws might.
Sweetie, I really like this
whole producing thing.
I think that maybe
we should become a team.
I mean, you gotta admit,
I was pretty good at it.
Well, darling, you almost cost me
a quarter of a million dollars.
I had to come down here
and fix everything myself.
Well, what kind of a team
would we be if we both screwed up?
Niles. Niles.
You're a successful producer
and you're standing over here.
There's Miss Babcock,
the woman you love, over there.
Not good. Go ahead.
I don't know what to say.
I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Yeah, don't open with that.
Niles, listen to me.
I'm your friend and I love you.
Don't spend the rest of your life
wondering.
Carpe diem.
Miss Babcock...
Well, I gotta admit
you surprised me tonight.
You finally pulled off something
bigger than your shorts.
Yeah? Well, you...
You're a... You walk like a...
Marry me.
Five, six, seven, eight...
Ma, come on.
Morty's waiting in the car.
I'm coming.