Season Six
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| Fran's moods have been rather... unpredictable since she entered her third trimester. But she's in a good mood right now since they are celebrating Brighton's acceptance to Harvard. | Until Brighton tells her he doesn't really want to go. Brighton: Uhhh Fran, I've decided I don't wanna go to college. Then she isn't quite as happy. | Later, Fran and Val go to The Chatterbox for some pampering. Libby offers to read their fortunes. For Val, she sees a happy marriage to someone whose name starts with an "F". |
| For Fran, she sees her: Very happy with your three new kids.... no no no, wait, make that two. | But she also sees Maxwell in Beverly Hills in bed with a leggy blonde with piercing blue eyes! |
| Sylvia tries to convince Fran that it is all ridiculous. She almost has her convinced, till Fran discovers Val has started dating Fred, the pharmacist. |
| Putting the icing on the cake, Max announces he has to go to LA for a few days. Fran: Don't leave me. I'm begging you, think of the twins!! | Fran is totally convinced he will stray. Niles: All right, so the psychic was right about Val, but you have nothing to worry about, he's not going to be with some sexy blue eyed blonde in Beverly Hills, he's going to be with.... ......Miss Babcock!! | Mutt and Jeff decide they should follow their significant others to California to prevent the inevitable. |
| So off to Beverly Hills they fly, running into a familiar face in the lobby of the hotel. | But the lump turns out to be Miss Babcock! C.C.: What the hell are you doing in my bed? Fran: What the hell are you doing in my husbands bed?? Oh I can't believe the psychic was right. How could he do this to me after all we've been through?? Meanwhile, where the hell is he? |
| Fran enters Max's room and is relieved to see he is alone in the bed. |
| C.C. explains they switched rooms. C.C.: Nanny Fine, you have nothing to worry about. I found my man and I am completely and totally and multiplee satisfied. Fran: Really??? C.C.: That is the joy of being with a man who lives to serve others, baby. | Meanwhile, Niles is sneaking into "C.C.'s" room. Niles: Somebody needs a waxing... |
| Then Fran walks in on them. Fran: My psychic saw you in Beverly Hills in bed wrapped in the arms of a leggy blue eyed blonde--- It's you! |
| Fran: I'm sorry honey, I know that Libby was wrong, but if a sexy blue eyed blonde woman did come on to you, you would tell her that you're madly in love with your big fat miserable moody wife, wouldn't ya? Max: Well of course I would. Fran: You'd tell her I was fat? Well, it's just, ya know, pregnant describes it, fat I don't get. I'm not fat technically. | Back at home, Brighton breaks it to his dad that he doesn't want to go to Harvard and instead intends to do mime on the streets of Paris. |
| Fran convinces him that Brighton will be fine. Fran: But it will be his mistake. Look, didn't a lot of people say you were making a mistake when you hired me? But that turned out good didn't it? It did turn out good, didn't it? Max: Of course it did, beyond my wildest dreams. |
Superstition
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Very superstitious, writing's on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way Very superstitious, wash your face and hands Rid me of the problem, do all that you can Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong You don't wanna save me, sad is my song |
When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way, yeh, yeh Very superstitious, nothin' more to say Very superstitious, the devil's on his way Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Superstition ain't the way, no, no, no |