[Daniel calls Miranda as several undesirable applicants for the housekeeper position] Miranda: [answers as she is driving] Hello? Are you calling in response to the ad? Daniel: [in a monotone feminine voice] Uh-huh. Miranda: Tell me, who was your previous employer? Daniel: I was in a band. Severe Tire Damage. Miranda: In a band? Daniel: I just want to know one thing: are your kids well-behaved, or do they need like a few light slams every now and then? Miranda: Um... I'll have to get back to you on that. Daniel: Wow! [Miranda hangs up] [Cut to Daniel calling Miranda while taking a bath] Daniel: [in a German accent] Ja, my name is Ilsa Himmelman, and I want to know how many children do you have? Miranda: I have two girls and a boy. Daniel: Oh, a boy. I don't work with the males because I used to be one. Miranda: [hangs up in shock] Yikes! [Cut to Daniel calling Miranda later that night] Miranda: Hello? Daniel: [screams; in a Southern accent] Layla, get back in your cell! Don't make me get the hose! [in a soft voice] Hello? [Miranda hangs up in shock again. Daniel calls her again in a Spanish accent] I. Am. Job. Miranda: Do you speak English? Daniel: I. Am. Job. Miranda: I'm sorry, the position has been filled. [hangs up] Oh, what a nightmare! Daniel: [as he dials Miranda's number one last time] Let's go in for the kill. Miranda: [answers the phone] Hello? Daniel: [in a feminine English accent] Hello. I'm calling in regards to the ad I read in the paper. Miranda: Yes. Well, would you tell me a little bit about yourself? Daniel: Oh, certainly dear. For the past 15 years, I have worked for the Smythe family of Elbourne, England. That's Smythe, not Smith, dear. And for them, I did house-cleaning, cooking, and took care of their four glorious children. Oh, I grew quite attached to them after 15 years, but they grew up, as children tend to do. Oh, but listen to me, I am going on when you should be telling me about your little ones. Miranda: Well, I have two girls... Daniel: Oh, two precious gems. No doubt, the jewel of your eye. Miranda: ...and one boy. Daniel: Oh, the little prince. How wonderful. Miranda: I must tell you, there would be a little light cooking required. Daniel: Oh, I don't mind that dear. I'd love some heavy cooking, but I do have one rule: They'll only eat good, nutritious food with me. And if there's any dispute about that, it's either good, wholesome food or empty tummies. That's my rule. I hope it's not too harsh for you, dear. Miranda: No. Um, would you mind coming on an interview, say, Monday night at 7:30? Daniel: Oh, I'd love to, dear. Miranda: Wonderful. I'm at 2640 Steiner Street. Daniel: Steiner. Oh, how lovely. Miranda: Could you tell me your name? Daniel: My name? I thought I gave it to you, dear. Miranda: No. Daniel: Oh! [sees a newspaper headline that reads, "Police Doubt Fire Was Accidental"] Doubtfire. Miranda: I beg your pardon? Daniel: Doubtfire, dear. Mrs Doubtfire. Miranda: Well, I look forward to meeting you. Daniel: Oh, lovely, dear. Me, too. Miranda: Bye-bye. Daniel: Ta-ta. [hangs up; in his normal voice] Showtime. [chuckles]

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