Season Three
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 After catching Maggie smoking, Fran decides the best way to teach her a lesson is to let Mr. Sheffield catch Fran smoking in front of Maggie. |  The plan goes fine until in the midst of his tirade, Mr. Sheffield calls Fran "stupid." |  Fran: Wha'd ya say? Ya think I'm stupid? When Mr. Sheffield won't apologize, Fran quits and walks out. |
 Grace: Dad, if you and Fran split up, who do we live with? Max: Me, sweetheart. Grace: Ohhhhh. (To Brighton) Find her! |  Max: How can anyone be expected to get any work done without that door flying open and someone barging in? Mr. Sheffield misses her too and a large part of the episode is spent with various cast members remembering all the good times they have had. |  Yetta: She got upset when he called her a gorgeous, sexy vixen he couldn't live without. Max: I never said that! Yetta: Don't ya wish ya had? |
 But then Mr. Sheffield overhears Maggie and her boyfriend talking about smoking and figures out that Fran had done it on purpose. |  So Max goes next door to Roger Clinton's to see if he can get the FBI to help find Fran. |
 He discovers Fran already there and on the phone with Hillary Clinton about possible employment as Chelsea's nanny. |
 Max apologizes, then finds that Fran had faked the conversation on the phone. Fran: Letting you think I was talking to the First Lady, that was smart. |  Forgetting to plug the phone in, stupid. But Max wasn't going to let her run again! |
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I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face
(from "My Fair Lady")
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I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I was serenely independent and content before we met Surely I could always be that way again and yet I've grown accustomed to her looks, accustomed to her voice Accustomed to her face |
I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs Are second nature to me now Like breathing out and breathing in I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget Rather like a habit one can always break and yet I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air Accustomed to her face |