Don't touch me.
I'm not touching you. Fran!
I'm not touching her.
Oh, maybe I should play the game too.
I'm not touching you.
Whoops!
Ow!
I guess I'm not as good at this game as you are.
Hello, everyone.
- Hello. - Hello.
Brighton, that's amazing. Can you imitate Niles too?
Daddy, Brighton's not touching me again.
Brighton, I've told you before
not to not touch your sister.
Now, go on upstairs, both of you.
Get ready for dinner.
Put on something nice.
Oh, you're taking the kids out to dinner?
Where're we going?
I'm gonna need at least an hour.
Actually, we're eating in.
Oh, well, then I'm gorgeous.
Good, because Chloe Simpson's coming to supper.
Chloe Simpson the model?
Seventeen magazine, Dippity-Doo?
Oh, my God.
Look at me. I'm a schlub.
Miss Fine, she's just a person.
No, you're just a person. I'm just a person.
She's the "Pssst" girl.
I beg your pardon?
Don't you remember Pssst Dry Shampoo?
When your hair was too greasy, but you didn't want to wash it,
so you'd spray in some Pssst, and it'd be great for weeks.
What, did you sleep through the '60s?
No, actually, I bathed.
Oh, Niles, there you are. Good.
We have a dinner guest arriving in half an hour.
Half an hour?
Did your finger break?
You couldn't have called?
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I got held up in a meeting. I...
What am I saying?
Niles, we'll have the Chateaubriand,
the asparagus hollandaise.
Get a couple of bottles of the Rothschild
out of the cellar, and... oh, yes, your hazelnut soufflés.
Straight away, sir.
Wow, you're taking this a lot better than I am.
How do you do it?
Oh, please, Miss Fine. I'm a trained professional.
I have 30 years' experience.
Why is it whenever someone important
is coming over,
your hair never comes out big enough?
Oh, yes, I've been there.
Can you believe Chloe Simpson
is coming to my mansion?
That's who I'm making dinner for?
Uh-huh. Madam Pssst?
Why did I cook the meat? Why not throw it to her raw?
Niles, I'm sensing some hostility here.
Now, dish.
Divulge the details of their torrid love affair,
which ended
with Mr. Sheffield's heart, still beating,
being torn from his chest?
I couldn't.
Oh, yeah, you know, it's best left unsaid.
Now, don't tell me more.
Mm.
Not if you tortured me would I reveal
the way he kept going back to her for more,
like a moth to a flame...
an incredibly stupid moth.
Oh, it's just like Liz and Dick...
on again, off again, on again, off again.
Dead.
Mm.
Niles, are you going to get that?
Maybe if we're very still, she'll go away.
Oh, Niles, this overprotective thing
is adorable, if not a little sick,
but meanwhile, I'm dying to meet her.
Oh, Chloe Simpson, are you gorgeous!
Can I take a picture of you?
Aah!
Honey, come on in.
Don't just stand there. Step, step.
Chloe.
Oh, you feel familiar.
Oh, Maxwell, don't you look smashing.
You're still not a bad-looking bird yourself.
How long has it been?
20 years?
Well, moving on...
I'll never forget those three glorious weeks
we spent in Cornwall.
We were never in Cornwall.
Devon? No.
A cozy little room
with a fireplace and a four-poster bed?
Nope. Not me.
Well, I had a good time.
We were in Luxembourg.
I remember it well.
Oh, who's this?
Mm? Oh! Oh, yes.
These are my children.
Um... uh... oh.
She's ba-a-ack.
Brighton, Grace, and Maggie.
Hi.
You are beautiful.
Oh, stop.
Have you ever considered modeling?
Well, actually,
I did complete two years at the Barbizon School.
Ahem.
Uh, Miss Fine, I think she's talking to Margaret.
Oh, well, that's a natural...
Chloe Simpson. How do you do, darling?
Chloe Simpson, like the modeling agency?
That's right.
And I'm always looking for new faces.
Well, if she finds one, she'll give you a call.
Darling, be nice to your sister. Hmm?
Okay.
Now, not to gush,
but you were my idol.
This woman dated the Beatles.
All of them.
Not Ringo.
Well, honey, who could blame you?
I mean, with all his money,
why he never fixed that schnozz...
Streisand I understand.
She needs it to sing.
Maxwell, what a loquacious nanny you have.
Oh, thank you.
I try to get to the gym at least once a week.
Niles, will supper be long?
Interminable, sir.
C.C., I've decided to hold the backers' auditions
in Southampton this weekend.
Four hours on the Long Island Expressway?
I would rather die.
Oh, not to worry.
I've asked Chloe to come with me.
Oh! Oh, Southampton. Oh, marvelous!
I'll drive.
No, I won't hear of it.
No, Chloe knows lots of people there,
so I'm letting you off the hook.
I don't want to be let off the hook.
She wants her hooks in.
It's just that if you're having a business meeting,
you'd think you'd want to take your business partner.
Yes, you'd think, wouldn't you?
Niles...
That'll be all.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, C.C., don't be jealous.
Chloe and I might want
to take a little walk down memory lane,
but you and I will always be business partners.
Groovy.
Can I come in?
Miss Fine, come on down!
Have you been to the Hamptons?
I hear everyone's going.
Excuse me.
Do you need a Pamprin?
No.
You're sure?
All right.
Must be a full moon.
Meanwhile, the cookie jar's empty,
and Gracie needs tights.
Really?
What color?
Oh, she needs forest green and a navy...
What do you care?
I'm interested in anyone who isn't Chloe Simpson.
Oh, doesn't she look fabulous?
Oh, why weren't you there last night?
How come you didn't invite her?
Oh, I could've had a V-8.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Chloe.
"Hello, Chloe."
You know, your face could freeze like that.
Oh, well, this is all a bit sudden.
I... well, I... I really don't know what to think.
Maybe she proposed.
Where would that leave you?
Same place, really.
Let me think about it.
I'll call you back. Bye.
No... No, you hang up first.
No, you.
Well, I know I'm a little nauseous.
Chloe, I'm not hanging up.
Oh, were you through?
Apparently.
Well, Chloe has set up a test for Maggie
with a photographer.
She thinks Maggie could be a top model.
Really?
Now she's pretending to be interested
in the children.
That woman is so transparent.
Yeah, but what a piece of glass.
Oh, I can't wait to tell Maggie.
Miss Fine!
Miss Fine, I haven't said yes yet.
Yeah, but you're going to.
Thank God my father didn't stop me
when the Barbizon scout
picked me out of a crowd at Woolworth's.
And, you know, they don't take just anybody's money.
Sorry. I tried to follow you.
Oh, Maggie.
Chloe Simpson just called.
She wants to set up a modeling test for you.
Oh, I can't believe it!
Oh, I'm gonna go call all my friends.
Oh... You made the right decision.
When exactly did I do that?
Oh, would you just trust me?
It'll be great for her, and she's got nothing to lose.
Miss Fine, tell me,
why didn't you pursue a career in modeling?
They all expect you to sleep around.
Ooh!
Fran, I think I sprained my cheek.
Well, you should have warmed up first.
Oh, Mags.
I'm so excited for you.
You know, I used to be a model.
Really? What did you model?
Feet.
All the Fines have fabulous feet.
There's not a corn, bunion,
or fungus among us.
Oh, Fran, I'm so nervous.
I mean, what if I'm no good at this?
Then I win 20 bucks.
Gracie has a lot of faith in you.
Where did you get 20 bucks from, miss?
I won it when Maggie didn't make cheerleader.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Oh, forget them.
Come on.
Here's the most important thing.
You have to look subtle, natural, and understated.
Like this.
Well, that doesn't look very natural.
Yeah, but look at my feet.
Oh, they still have so much left to say.
Oh, Fran, you're so great to do this for me.
Oh, sweetheart, we're just getting started.
I have so much wisdom to impart,
like how to purse your lips
to get that little pouty look.
How to smell cauliflower, you know,
for that "who cares about you?" look.
And then the best look of all...
What's that for?
That's for when they give you the check
for the other two looks.
Ahh, just the woman I've been looking for.
I didn't do it. Niles left it on.
What?
Nothing.
No, I meant Maggie.
Hello, sweetheart. Hello, Daddy.
Fern... Fran.
Are you sure?
I'm almost positive.
How's my bright new star?
Oh, fabulous.
I've been giving her tips all afternoon,
and later I'm gonna take her upstairs,
show her how to do her hair, makeup...
No!
No, no, no, no.
No?
My stylist is waiting for us
at Barney's designer floor right now.
Come on, sweetheart. I'll get your coat.
I can't believe it. This is so exciting...
and I know just who to thank for it.
Oh...
Chloe!
My pleasure, darling.
I'll take it from here.
Yeah. I could tell you just where to put it too.
I mean, who does that Chloe Simpson
think she is?
The nerve of that woman, trespassing on my field of expertise.
And what exactly would that be?
Glamour.
Ah.
This reminds me of that movie The Turning Point,
except they were dancers,
and one was a mother, and they were old friends.
I should really rent that again.
I haven't seen Maxwell in three days.
I don't know why I bother coming over anymore.
Aren't you going to say anything obnoxious?
I wouldn't kick a dog when she's down.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I am perfectly fine.
He's taking her to Southampton
instead of me.
Oh, honey...
It's just a business trip.
Now, how many times
have you gone away with him
and gotten nowhere?
Huh?
Here, sit down.
Just plain tomato juice? Don't you have anything hard?
Not for you.
Look what the years have done to that Chloe.
Absolutely nothing.
I hate her. I hate her.
Do you think she's had...
Asians?
I don't know.
She's had everybody else.
No. Surgery.
Oh, honey, please.
They did less work on Mount Rushmore.
Ahem.
Um, excuse me, nanny person.
Could you...
Please... stand over here.
I can't see over your hair.
Oh, thanks, Peppy.
No, no, no, it's Pepé, okay?
Uh, let me guess. Arnold, right?
No, it's Bernie.
Well, Bernie,
now that we understand each other,
I think you went a little O.D.
with that blush there.
Oh, so now the nanny's an expert.
I used to be a model.
And what happened, you shrink in the dryer?
Putz.
Oh, my God.
You turned out just perfect.
I wish I could just sign you.
Maggie, you look gorgeous.
Doesn't she?
Oh, Chloe, I just love my outfit.
I'm sure, darling.
It's a $2,500 Gaultier.
Well, I hope you got the receipt...
$89.95 at Loehmann's.
Have fun.
Oh, knock 'em dead, Mags.
You look gorgeous.
Hello, Maggie.
This is Carlo.
You like?
Okay, darling...
Make love to the camera.
Et voilàà! That's it!
That's beautiful!
Yes!
I am such a turn-on.
Now, dance for me!
Dance! Dance! Yes!
Quit it, Carlo. She's only 15.
Who is giving me a wedgie? I don't like so much.
I'm her nanny.
Plus I used to model.
What, feet?
Euro trash.
Maggie, you rest.
We reload the camera, okay?
Carlo, what do you think?
How do you say...
Qu'est-ce que c'est... She stink!
Take a few more rolls, would you?
I mean, just make a fuss. You know what to do.
I'm anartiste!
You think I just point the camera
and take a picture?
If you want to get paid.
Maggie, love to love you, baby.
Oh, yes.
I'll probably have to go off to Milan
for the fall fashion shows.
School?
Chloe says I might have to get a tutor.
Yeah, because, you know,
I'll probably have a lot of location shoots.
Oh, Chloe is so cool.
No, she's not a phony at all.
Rotten one.
Okay, ciao,
Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
Fran, do you know yoga?
The bear? Oh, that's Yogi.
Because Chloe says
it's the best way to keep your energy up.
Oh. Um, listen, Mags, aren't you getting
just, like, a little ahead of yourself?
What do you mean?
I mean, shouldn't we just wait and see
how the pictures come out first
before we start planning big trips
to Milan and everything?
Chloe says that I'm...
Yeah, I know what Chloe says,
but can't we just cross that bitch
when we get to it?
Excuse me?
It's an expression... bridge, crossing it.
I'm only saying that not every beautiful girl
has to be a model.
I mean, you could be
a gorgeous astronaut, a leggy lawyer.
Grape?
You know what I think?
What?
I think you're jealous.
Wha...?
Because I'm living out my dreams and you're not.
Oh, Maggie...
It's all right, Niles. I'll get it.
It's probably Chloe.
Don't trip over your hormones, sir.
Oh, Niles, I'm perfectly in control of my hormones.
Chloe, let me take your dress...
Ah! Coat.
Smooth operator, sir.
I'll be with you in a minute, darling.
Me? Jealous of that fake, that phony, that...
Oh, honey, hi.
Hello, Fern.
Darling, I've got the photographs.
Let's sit down.
How'd they turn out?
Not good.
Well, see here.
You're just a little bit stiff,
and the eyes are just a little bit dead.
So what are you saying?
Oh, what am I trying to say?
That you're... vacant...
lifeless...
I stink?
Bingo!
I can't believe this.
Oh, she's so sensitive.
I can't believe I used to idolize you.
You are the most insensitive,
self-centered woman I've ever met.
Oh, you've got great feet!
You think? I used to...
Whoa! What am I doing?
You're sucking me in again.
Get back! A woman needs garlic around you.
Love to stay and chat,
but I've got a plane to catch.
A plane? Where are you going?
Paris.
You're supposed to be going to Southampton
with Mr. Sheffield.
Oh, dash it all. I completely forgot.
I should have put that in my book.
Yeah, well, he's counting on you.
Oh, nonsense.
He knows me better than that.
Twenty years ago, I left him a total wreck.
I can't believe he forgave me.
I would never have forgiven me.
Perhaps I would. I am endearing.
Oh, if I didn't just get my nails done...
You know, this time, I should say goodbye.
I have grown. Where is Maxwell?
No, no, no, no, no.
No?
With your light touch, I'll tell him.
Oh, what a dear.
Well, have a nice trip.
Oh!
Well, you've still got it.
You knew all along, didn't you?
Oh, honey, don't listen to that witch.
You have so much more going for you.
Her whole life is about her beauty.
Is that what you want at her age?
Jet-setting around the world, going from party to party,
one gorgeous man after the other?
I mean, for me, it's not a bad life.
Wait. I'm losing my whole point here.
Fran, I'm so sorry for what I said to you.
Sweetie, you weren't so far off.
I was jealous, but not of you. Never.
I just thought
that you liked Chloe better than me.
Fran, no way.
You're my best friend.
Oh, really? Maybe I overreacted.
I'm just not used to rejection.
It's hard.
Yes, I know, angel, and I'm sorry.
Well, I hope I've packed enough.
I wonder what the weather's like in the Hamptons.
Very cold.
Hmm? Margaret, sweetheart, what's the matter?
Oh, the pictures stink. I stink.
Oh, I'm sure they don't stink.
Well, pictures don't matter, sweetheart.
If you want the world
to see how beautiful you are,
you only have to step out into it,
and they'll see.
If they're really lucky, like me,
they'll get to see
how lovely you are on the inside too.
Oh, Daddy.
Oh, Mr. Sheffield.
Oh, I've had a lot of disappointments in my life,
but I haven't let them stop me.
It's made me stronger.
I'll be all right.
I can't stand to see her heartbroken.
Maybe I'll have a word with Chloe
when we get to Southampton.
Uh, Mr. Sheffield, maybe you ought to have a seat,
because in a couple of minutes,
oy, are you gonna be strong.
Makeup!
Not too much, Pepé. They'll look cheap.
Now, happy feet!
Yes. Now sad feet.
Oh, your feet, they have such soul.
Now sexy feet. Oh, yes, I like.
Not that angle. They don't want to look fat.