Season Two
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![]() C.C and Fran try to convince Maxwell to get sitcom child star Jack Walker to be in their production of Oliver. Fran describes Jack's show for Max. See it's all about this rich, handsome widower who hires this really street wise maid to take care of his kids. Only she's really gorgeous so there's this major sexual tension. C.C.: Oh please, he's in love with his business partner! She's got all the class. Fran: What show are you watching? The butler shuts her up every time she opens her mouth. Niles: There's a butler? | ![]() Jack arrives, and it is immediately apparent Jack is obnoxious. |
![]() Jack: Well, well, well, guess that just leaves me and you. Maggie: Not unless that head screws off and you can put on Jason Priestly's. |
![]() Fran tries to figure out why the kid is a pain. Why don't you act like a normal kid? You should be out riding your bicycle, torturing your sister, buying fake doody. Don't you have any friends? Jack: Yes, my agent, my manager, my publicist. | ![]() But Max is happy with the kid because investors are throwing money at him based on his star power. Max: You wonderful woman you, I could just kiss you. | ![]() Fran: How long's the kid going to be here? A week? |
![]() But Jack listens to Fran and decides he wants to be a normal kid and quits the show. | ![]() Mr. Sheffield insists Fran talk him back into it, since she was the one to talk him out. |
![]() Fran does her best, but the kid wants out. She says she'll try to get Mr. Sheffield to let him out of his contract, which he does. | ![]() But Jack really just wanted to go back to his sitcom and Max was out millions. |
Where Is Love
From the Broadway Musical Oliver
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Whe-e-e-e-ere is love? Does it fall from skies above? Is it underneath the willow tree that I've been dreaming of? Whe-e-e-e-ere is she? Who I close my eyes to see? Will I ever know the sweet "Hello" that's meant for only me? |
Who can say where she may hide? Must I travel far and wide Till I am beside the someone who I can mean something to? Whe-e-e-e-ere, whe-e-e-e-ere is love? Every night I kneel and pray Let tomorrow be the day Till I see the face of someone who I can mean something to Whe-e-e-e-ere, whe-e-e-e-ere is love? |