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Here are some sound bites from The Nanny, guaranteed to tickle your funnybone! |
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"You're a glorified cleaning girl!" |
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"Why don't you grab a knife & stick it straight through my heart!" |
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"He asked me to marry him!" |
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Max: "Ow!"
Sylvia: "Oh, I'm sorry. Did this fork accidentally puncture your tuchas?" |
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"Ha, this from the man who paid me time and a half to work on Hebrew National Day." |
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"I have low blood sugar, the doctor prescribed doughnuts!" |
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"First thing, could you help me get into this?" |
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"We're stuck on each other." |
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"A-Haaa!" |
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"Brighton, don't be greedy, God will punish you!" |
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"I Didn't Break It!" |
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"Do ya' mind?" |
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"You were expecting me, right?" |
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Maggie: "I think I'm pregnant."
Fran: "Oh, well this definately won't...uh!" |
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"Don't worry, it goes in one ear and......" |
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"You know how much fun you are when you get all liquored up." |
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Fran: "You are Rainman without the math skills!" |
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"Hasta la vista Baby.." |
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Sylvia: "Whoa, what are you, pregnant?" |
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Sylvia: "Sweeheart, you sounded terrible on the phone!
Fran: Everyone keeps saying that. I think it's the cordless." |
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Sylvia: "My daughters pregnant! And she's married!" |
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Fran: "Hey, I'm naked over here!" |
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Fran: "If you are pregnant, it will turn blue, as will we all!" |
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Sylvia:"Keeping secrets ain't that butler's milleau." |
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Fran: "Anything you say goes no further than this room". |
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Fran: " And you all complained about my mother's cooking? At least she steered clear of the urinary tract." |
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Brighton: "Alright, alright. I'll tell you". |
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Fran: "How do you do!" |
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Fran: "We begged my mother for a Christmas tree, she called it a Hanukkah bush......" |
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Fran: "What am I doing here? Take this away from me, this could easily turn into a 10 pound binge.." |
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Fran: "Oh mazeltov, that's 'Pip-pip' in Yiddish." |
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C.C.: "You've got mail." |
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C.C.: "I have got to get home and get on the internet, I have met the most fabulous man online!" |
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Fran & Maggie: "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" |
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Sylvia: "She doesn't have a husband." |
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Fran: "Ms.. Fine!" |
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*Most wav's made by Fran Drescher Online. |
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