Season Four
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 Sylvia comes in with the news that she is interested in buying a condo in Boca. They go to the sales pitch meeting and she puts a deposit down on a unit. |  Max: Oh all right. So why do you think you can't sleep, what are you feeling? Fran: Well, I'm feeling frustrated and I don't know why. Max: When do you think this started? Fran: Four years ago... the insomnia kicked in tonight. Fran goes on to explain that her mother is moving to Florida and Max suggests that she talk to Dr. Miller about it. |
 That night, Fran wakes Mr. Sheffield up to talk. Fran: Mr. Sheffield, I've got insomnia and I couldn't sleep and I thought if you couldn't sleep and came into my room, I'd be there for you. |
 So she calls Dr. Miller even though it is 5 AM. He's a little confused as to what she is referring to. Dr. Miller: Were you comepletely satisfied? Fran: Well I think so, ya know it's what I always dreamed of. You know how long I've wanted this. Dr. Miller: Did you feel the earth move? Fran: Doc, they're movin' to Boca, not Antarctica. Dr. Miller: Excuse me? |  Dr Miller tells her she has to separate from her mother to become a mature adult. Val disagrees. Val: Let's face it, she's not getting any younger. You don't know how many years you have together. You have to appreciate every precious moment. Fran: I don't want my mommy to move away! |
 But 'her mommy' and Yetta arrive arguing as per normal and she remembers why she wanted Sylvia to move in the first place. Fran: Oh Val, I can't tell her not to move.... look how happy she is. |  Fran doesn't want to go... Max: Oh Miss Fine, I understand. Well, we'll be back Monday morning after I've finished judging the Miss Universe Contest. Fran: Maybe it would be better for me to be around people. |
 Fran is drowning her sorrows with a sundae when Mr. Sheffield announces that the family is going to Florida for the weekend. |
 At the contest Fran meets the reigning Miss Universe... |  and gets a little jealous at the attention Mr. Sheffield is showing Miss USA. She tells a pageant official that he is related to one of the contestants and they disqualify him as a judge. |  On the way to the airport, they detour to see what Sylvia's new condo looks like, hoping that it will cheer Fran up about the move. |
 Fran imagines what life without Sylvia will be like and decides it might be a good thing. Imaginary Max: Where are the children? Fran: I should know that shouldn't I? School! They're in school till three. Imaginary Max: So there is nothing to stop us.... I mean your mother isn't going to be dropping by... |  But there aren't any condos; the area is a total swamp and the whole thing was a con job. |
 Back at home, Fran drowns her sorrows in another sundae. |
 Her fantasy comes to life... Max: Where are the children? Fran: I should know that shouldn't I? Max: This is delicious. Here, wanna try some? Fran: Yeah, oh boy, got a little chocolate on your little mouthy... |  But this time Sylvia does interrupt, darn it. Sylvia: Uch, I have been tasting Gung Pal Beef for two days now. |
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Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
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I took off for a weekend last month Just to try and recall the whole year All of the faces and all of the places Wonderin' where they all disappeared I didn't ponder the question too long I was hungry and went out for a bite Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum And we wound up drinkin' all night It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of our running and all of our cunning If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane |
Reading departure signs in some big airport Reminds me of the places I've been Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure Makes me want to go back again If it suddenly ended tomorrow I could somehow adjust to the fall Good times and riches and son of a bitches I've seen more than I can recall These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same Through all of the islands and all of the highlands If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane |
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I think about Paris when I'm high on red wine I wish I could jump on a plane So many nights I just dream of the ocean God I wish I was sailin' again Oh, yesterday's over my shoulder So I can't look back for too long There's just too much to see waiting in front of me And I know that I just can't go wrong With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes Nothing remains quite the same With all of my running and all of my cunning If I couldn't laugh I just would go insane If we couldn't laugh we just would go insane If we weren't all crazy we would go insane |
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