The Nanny

C.C.: The curator and I were in the same sorority. Niles: Delta Felta Guy?

C.C.: Maxwell, I've bent over backwards to get the museum! Niles: Wouldn't be the first time.

Fran: Ma, you've gotta calm down! Sylvia: You are not my daughter! Fran: Really? Then who gave me these thighs, so I can shoot them?

Sylvia and Freida: (Simultaneously to each other) What are you doing here? She invited me! You're not welcome here! Fine, I'm leaving!

(Being told she's not Invited) Silvia: (Open's Living Room Door) YOU HEAR THIS MORTY!!? I'M NOT INVITED!!! YOUR SISTER GOT ME BLACKBALLED LIKE SHE DID AT HADASSAH!!!! Fran: Ma, Aunt Frida didn't get you blackballed!! They kicked you out because you donated cakes with half the frosting licked off!!! Silvia: (looks annoyed) I felt lightheaded in the car!!

Freida: What? You're jealous. Because I worked on Broadway! Sylvia: And who could forget your big line? "Goobers or raisinets"?

Sylvia: Drop dead. Frieda: Cook for me, and I will! (Leans over to Fran) Your father was the first bulimic in Flushing.

Frieda: (Entering the Sheffields' home) Hello. Wow... get a load of this joint! If I knew it was so fancy I would have slipped on the stairs outside!

Fran: You know, Niles, if you're not part of the solution... you're my mother.

Fran: Oh, oh honey. Gee, I feel just like my mother when I told her I lost my virgin... airline tickets. Gracie: Well, did they give you another one? Fran: Oh no, honey. When you lose that ticket, it's non-refundable. Niles: Unless you get engaged to Prince Charles... and then it miraculously reappears.

Fran: Oh Ma, you're just saying that to try to make me feel guilty.
Sylvia: I'm not trying to make you feel anything. Feel this, is this a lump here?

Niles: Did you pick up Miss Margaret's present from Mr. Sheffield? C.C.: No. I spent the entire day driving around Greenwich, Conneticut looking for that damn jewellery store! Niles: Oh, did I say "Greenwich, Conneticut"? I meant Greenwich Village. C.C.: That's ten minutes away, you boob! That's ridiculous, I don't know why that stupid store doesn't deliver. (She leaves the house) Niles: (Looking at the present which was in his pocket) Oh, they do! I wonder if I can catch her. (Walks very slowly towards the door, opens it, and in a very low voice) Miss Babcock, oh, Miss Baabcoock!