The Nanny is the property of Fran Drescher & co. The show, and this episode, is entirely theirs. I just thought this would be a cute scene.
by
Mary
(mmosholder@webtv.net)
Fran: So, do you wanna tell Ma now or later?
Maxwell: Well, I suppose we should do it now. Miss Fine, are you sure...
Fran: Nahaa. We agreed. You're telling Ma. But I will give you some advice. When you tell her, no beating around the bush. Make it fast, like ripping off a band-aid. Believe me, it's less painful that way. Ready ?
Maxwell: I suppose.
Fran: Oh, Ma! Mr. Sheffield has something to tell you.
(Sylvia comes hurrying in): I'm coming. Ah, look at the two of you. Such a handsome couple. This wedding is going to be so beautiful. So what do you want to tell me, Son?
Maxwell: Ah, Ah, Mrs. Fine, I-I'm afraid there isn't going to be a wedding.
Sylvia: Whaddaya mean, there's not gonna be a wedding?
Maxwell: Well, Mrs. Fine, Sylvia, the truth is--I"m afraid that my reasons for asking Fran to marry me weren't exactly honorable---in fact, I'm rather embarrassed... (looks at Fran who does a pulling band-aid gesture) (Maxwell talks fast) Sylvia, the only reason I asked Fran to marry me was to annoy my mother.
Sylvia: Oh. I see.
Maxwell: Sylvia, I know it was a bloody childish thing to do, but the truth is I've never been especially close to my mother...
Sylvia: And you decided to use my daughter to rip your mother's heart out. I understand. After all, the woman only went through hours of agonizing labor to bring you into the world. Who cares that she probably did everthing she could to make sure you had a good upbringing? Who cares that she probably spent as much time dreaming of her son's wedding as I did my Fran's? I mean a woman deserves to have her first born child break her heart. After all, all she did was bring you into the world, that's nothing. Now if you'll excuse me ," Mr. I Have Class and Fine Breeding", I need to call my mother. (Sylvia walks away)
Fran: She took it well. I'm impressed.
The End
