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| Episode Number | 5.3 |
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| Written By | Amy Sherman-Palladino & Daniel Palladino |
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This is the transcript for Typos and Torsos, the third episode of the fifth and final season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
| 00:00:08 | GORDON: | So, I had to bump a guest last night who was supposed to be on the show when we ran out of time, and it's not without its dangers. One night, I bumped Jackie Gleason. Next day, he bumped me straight to the moon. Yeah. I was black and blue for a week. Winter weather's taking hold all over America. Right now, the roads are wetter than Richard Nixon during a televised debate. Slippery, very slippery. |
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| 00:00:30 | MIDGE: | And the winner for the least interesting joke goes to… |
| 00:00:31 | RALPH: | Hmm? |
| 00:00:31 | MIDGE: | Huh? |
| 00:00:31 | GORDON: | Hey, will someone please tell the Shirelles that, yes, I will still love them tomorrow? |
| 00:00:37 | GORDON: | The band's waiting half a beat when I throw to them after the monologue. They gotta jump in quicker so I'm not hanging out there. |
| 00:00:43 | GEORGE: | Exactly, I keep saying they got to jump in quicker. I'll talk to Tony. |
| 00:00:46 | MIKE: | (mouthing) I'll talk to Tony. |
| 00:00:47 | GORDON: | And is Teddy's writing getting smaller, or are my eyes getting worse? |
| 00:00:49 | GEORGE: | His writing's getting smaller. Much smaller. I noticed that, too. I'll talk to Teddy. |
| 00:00:53 | MIKE: | (mouthing) I'll talk to Teddy. |
| 00:00:54 | GORDON: | So, now, the Kerouac joke - why didn't that get a bigger laugh? |
| 00:00:57 | ALVIN: | It felt like a lot of people didn't know who he is. |
| 00:00:59 | GORDON: | The guy's a best-selling author, what gives? |
| 00:01:00 | GEORGE: | I know who he is. |
| 00:01:01 | GORDON: | We gotta stop with the outdated references. Keep it fresh. |
| 00:01:04 | GEORGE: | Well, said, Gordy. |
| 00:01:06 | MEL: | See you at Toots? |
| 00:01:07 | ALVIN: | I've gotta get home to the missus. She's under the weather. |
| 00:01:09 | MEL: | She was fine when I left her this afternoon. |
| 00:01:10 | ALVIN: | Clever. |
| 00:01:11 | ADAM: | Hey, tally's wrong. Gordon dropped the orphanage joke. |
| 00:01:14 | RALPH: | Oh, sorry, Cess. |
| 00:01:15 | CECIL: | Well, still more jokes than you. |
| 00:01:17 | RALPH: | This isn't a contest. |
| 00:01:18 | CECIL: | Of course it's a contest. |
| 00:01:19 | ADAM: | You know what that means. |
| 00:01:21 | CECIL: | Maisel's oh for thirty. |
| 00:01:22 | MEL: | Broke the record. |
| 00:01:23 | CECIL: | Yup. (laughs) |
| 00:01:24 | RALPH: | Thanks again, Midge. |
| 00:01:25 | BARTENDER: | Didn't get a joke in again, huh? |
| 00:01:27 | MIDGE: | No, but I do know who Jack Kerouac is. |
| 00:01:29 | BARTENDER: | Who? |
| 00:01:36 | MIDGE: | Oh! (sighs) |
| 00:01:55 | KIBBUTZ WORKER: | (in Yiddish) Beautiful yield today. |
| 00:01:57 | ETHAN: | (in Yiddish) God looked down and smiled. |
| 00:02:22 | MIDGE: | Ethan! Oh, Ethan, let me look at you. |
| 00:02:29 | ETHAN: | Mama, you know there's an airport here. |
| 00:02:31 | MIDGE: | Oh, it's practically in Egypt it's so far. |
| 00:02:33 | WOMAN: | Ethan. |
| 00:02:35 | ETHAN: | (in Yiddish) It's okay! It's just my mother! She's visiting from New York. |
| 00:02:39 | OTHERS: | Oh. |
| 00:02:40 | MIDGE: | They act like they've never seen a Jewish mother before. |
| 00:02:42 | ETHAN: | Well, it's Israel, Mama. Helicopters suddenly appearing in the sky make people very nervous. |
| 00:02:47 | MIDGE: | Who's gonna invade a lettuce farm? Health-conscious anti-Semites who want a salad? |
| 00:02:55 | ETHAN: | Does he just wait for you? |
| 00:02:57 | MIDGE: | He's fine. He's got a book. |
| 00:03:00 | ETHAN: | And when the parsnips started peeking out, we were all stunned. I mean, you think you're planting horseradish, and then up come parsnips. |
| 00:03:07 | MIDGE: | God works in mysterious ways. |
| 00:03:10 | ETHAN: | Well, actually, we just got the packets mixed up. |
| 00:03:12 | MIDGE: | Oh, good, you haven't changed completely. So… how are your studies going? Are you a rabbi yet? |
| 00:03:19 | ETHAN: | Oh, no, not yet. |
| 00:03:20 | MIDGE: | You've been at rabbi school for years now. |
| 00:03:22 | ETHAN: | It's not called rabbi school. |
| 00:03:23 | MIDGE: | I mean, you didn't want to go to college, fine, but should it take longer to become a rabbi than it does to become a lawyer? |
| 00:03:28 | ETHAN: | Yes. |
| 00:03:29 | MIDGE: | Yes. I… I got my answer. So, for tonight, I'm sending a car to pick you up at 6:30 sharp. You got the suit I sent? |
| 00:03:37 | ETHAN: | I did, but… |
| 00:03:39 | MIDGE: | Ethan, do not give me a hard time about this. It's not every night the UJA-Federation honors your mother, and I need my son to look handsome. Make sure you shave and bathe. Twice, because some of this seems permanent. |
| 00:03:50 | ETHAN: | I work in the fields. There's dignity in labor. |
| 00:03:51 | MIDGE: | Your labor, maybe. Mine involves a roomful of people staring at my… |
| 00:03:53 | ETHAN: | Mama. |
| 00:03:55 | MIDGE: | …cabbage patch. See? I kept it thematic for you. |
| 00:03:59 | ETHAN: | I don't understand why you say such things. |
| 00:04:01 | MIDGE: | Well, good thing you don't book the Copa. |
| 00:04:03 | ETHAN: | Oh, I have a little news. |
| 00:04:04 | MIDGE: | Hm? |
| 00:04:05 | ETHAN: | Chava. Chava. Mama, I'd like you to meet… |
| 00:04:10 | MIDGE: | Let me guess - Chava? |
| 00:04:12 | ETHAN: | We're getting married. |
| 00:04:15 | MIDGE: | This is a “little news”? |
| 00:04:16 | CHAVA: | It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Maisel. |
| 00:04:18 | MIDGE: | I'm sorry, did you say you're getting married? |
| 00:04:20 | ETHAN: | Yes, after harvest. |
| 00:04:22 | MIDGE: | No clue when that is. |
| 00:04:22 | CHAVA: | I understand marriage is not a happy topic for you. Ethan told me about your divorce. |
| 00:04:27 | MIDGE: | Oh, yeah? Which one? |
| 00:04:28 | CHAVA: | (in Yiddish) Not to have felt pain is not to have been human. |
| 00:04:31 | MIDGE: | Well, that was beautiful… I assume. So, Chava, are your parents kibbutz-ers, too? |
| 00:04:39 | CHAVA: | No. I was born in Tel Aviv but we moved to Minnesota when my father became head of surgery at the Mayo Clinic. I moved back to join the army. I didn't see much combat, but I did break my leg in four places when my parachute opened late. I was separated from my platoon, so I had to set it myself and climb a date tree to sleep in. I still get teased about that. |
| 00:04:57 | MIDGE: | Yeah, you'll never live that down. Okay, I have to go. Ethan, walk Mommy to her helicopter? |
| 00:05:05 | MIDGE: | Be faithful to that one or she'll rip your nuts off and plant them next to the onions. |
| 00:05:10 | ETHAN: | I will be completely faithful to her, always. |
| 00:05:14 | MIDGE: | Okay. I'll see you at 6:30 sharp. Wear the suit. I wish you'd told me you had a fiancée. |
| 00:05:27 | ETHAN: | Sorry. |
| 00:05:39 | CHAVA: | I don't like her. |
| 00:05:40 | ETHAN: | Well, she's my mother. |
| 00:05:45 | MIDGE: | There. |
| 00:05:46 | JOEL: | This is ridiculous. He's a little boy. You tell a little boy what to do, you don't trick him into doing it. |
| 00:05:51 | MIDGE: | This is what the school therapist told us to do, okay? There. We make it a game. Every night, he sleeps two feet closer to his room until finally he makes it to his bed. He wins. There. |
| 00:06:03 | JOEL: | We should put him in a new school. |
| 00:06:04 | MIDGE: | Any school we put him in is gonna think we're bad parents. |
| 00:06:06 | JOEL: | Why? |
| 00:06:07 | MIDGE: | We're divorced. I'm a comic. I've been to jail. You own a nightclub. |
| 00:06:11 | JOEL: | Ah, but we make our son sleep on the floor of the hallway and suddenly we're Ozzie and Harriet? |
| 00:06:14 | MIDGE: | You have a better idea? |
| 00:06:15 | JOEL: | Tell him to sleep in his own bed. |
| 00:06:17 | MIDGE: | Wow, I did not think of that. No wonder men run the world. There. Probably should've let Ethan talk to him. |
| 00:06:25 | JOEL: | To the school therapist? No fucking way. I don't want some quack messing with my son's mind. Five minutes, he'll have Ethan convinced his whole family's insane. |
| 00:06:32 | ROSE: | Did you hear that? |
| 00:06:33 | MIDGE: | What, Mama? |
| 00:06:34 | ROSE: | I just… Nothing. Who wants tea? |
| 00:06:40 | JOEL: | It's weak to go to a therapist. |
| 00:06:42 | MIDGE: | Yes, your opinion has been stated, loud and clear. |
| 00:06:44 | JOEL: | And don't you dare talk about any of this in your act. |
| 00:06:47 | MIDGE: | Why are you so cranky? There. Is it Moishe and Shirley? |
| 00:06:52 | JOEL: | You mean the unstoppable force and the immovable object? |
| 00:06:54 | MIDGE: | Ah. |
| 00:06:55 | JOEL: | They're driving me crazy. They insist on staying in that house together but they won't speak to each other, so everything goes through me. I spent the morning negotiating what the temperature should be when they sleep. 65 or 66. An hour and a half on a one-degree difference. |
| 00:07:07 | (front door slams shut) | |
| 00:07:07 | ROSE: | Oh! There. You heard that, right? It was a thump or a bang. |
| 00:07:10 | JOEL: | It was the front door, Rose. |
| 00:07:11 | ROSE: | But who came through? Oh, Abe. It's… you. Oh, Abe. |
| 00:07:15 | ABE: | What are you doing down there? |
| 00:07:16 | MIDGE: | Well, we met with Ethan's school, and they… |
| 00:07:18 | ABE: | Never mind. I can't even pretend to care. |
| 00:07:23 | MIDGE: | Papa. |
| 00:07:24 | ROSE: | (gasps) |
| 00:07:25 | MIDGE: | It's just me, Mama. Anything wrong, Papa? |
| 00:07:28 | ABE: | I spelled Carol Channing's name wrong. |
| 00:07:31 | MIDGE: | Oh. How did you spell it? |
| 00:07:33 | ABE: | Wrong! Does it matter? I did it and the paper had to issue a correction. A correction for everyone to read. |
| 00:07:39 | MIDGE: | Does anyone really read corrections? |
| 00:07:41 | ABE: | Of course they do. I start every paper reading the corrections. That's how you know who the idiots are. And up until now, I was the only person at the Voice that had never been corrected in print. Now I, too, am an idiot. |
| 00:07:56 | MIDGE: | Well, maybe now they'll let you sit at their table at lunch. |
| 00:07:59 | ABE: | Look at it. “On Monday, Carol Channing…” two N's, “was incorrectly spelled as 'Chaning,'” one N. Ugh. I've been branded. I'm-I'm Hester Prynne. Two N's in Prynne, by the way. I just can't remember the last time I made a mistake like this. |
| 00:08:14 | MIDGE: | Look, now, come on. |
| 00:08:16 | ABE: | Not in 25 years at Columbia, not in high school, elementary school. I may have gotten something wrong in kindergarten, but there are no existing records of my time there. I checked. You're divorced. What are you doing here? |
| 00:08:30 | JOEL: | Ethan's school therapist told us… |
| 00:08:32 | ABE: | I told you, I don't care! |
| 00:08:33 | ROSE: | (gasps) You had to hear it that time. It was a gun being cocked or a sword being unsheathed. |
| 00:08:39 | ABE: | I just dropped the paper down on the table. |
| 00:08:41 | ROSE: | You… Are you trying to drive me mad, Abe Weissman? |
| 00:08:46 | MIDGE: | Yeah. There's no way I'm keeping this out of my act. |
| 00:08:50 | MEL: | “I mean, the kid had to take kindergarten a second time. He failed finger paints.” |
| 00:08:55 | ALVIN: | Something other than finger paints. |
| 00:08:56 | CECIL: | “He failed sharing.” |
| 00:08:56 | ALVIN: | Better. |
| 00:08:57 | ADAM: | “He failed snack.” |
| 00:08:58 | MEL: | Bit of a thinker. |
| 00:08:59 | ALVIN: | We give 'em one a night. Go with snack, guys. |
| 00:09:01 | TEDDY: | How do you spell “discombobulated”? |
| 00:09:02 | ADAM: | Teddy, that was two jokes ago. You're two jokes behind? |
| 00:09:04 | TEDDY: | I have a mind like a steel trap. |
| 00:09:06 | MEL: | And a butt like a bowl of spaghetti. |
| 00:09:07 | TEDDY: | Look who's talking. |
| 00:09:08 | ALVIN: | Guys, stop. We need one more, so focus. We need something, anything. |
| 00:09:12 | MIDGE: | Well… Never mind. |
| 00:09:15 | ALVIN: | You got something? Let's hear it. |
| 00:09:16 | CECIL: | Your every thought is the property of The Gordon Ford Show. |
| 00:09:18 | MEL: | So don't fight it. |
| 00:09:19 | MIDGE: | Okay. Well… (sighs) “Mel Blanc, the voice of Bugs Bunny, was recently in a car accident. He's recovering nicely, though authorities are still questioning the voice of Elmer Fudd.” |
| 00:09:30 | OTHERS: | (chuckle) |
| 00:09:31 | RALPH: | I like it. |
| 00:09:31 | ADAM: | Me too. |
| 00:09:32 | ALVIN: | Gordon'll like it, too. Put it in. |
| 00:09:33 | MIDGE: | Wait, put it in? Uh, when you say “put it in,” you mean “put it in”? Shut up, Mel. |
| 00:09:38 | ALVIN: | Yeah. It was good, it's going in. |
| 00:09:40 | MIDGE: | Wow. Wow. |
| 00:09:42 | CECIL: | Just has to get past the man upstairs. |
| 00:09:44 | TRUDY: | Here he comes. |
| 00:09:45 | GORDON: | Whew. Smells like an elephant's ass crack in here. |
| 00:09:48 | ALVIN: | Trudy, you ready? |
| 00:09:48 | TRUDY: | Got it. |
| 00:09:49 | GORDON: | Gimme. Okay. |
| 00:09:57 | WRITERS: | (exhale) |
| 00:09:58 | ALVIN: | Nice work, guys. |
| 00:09:59 | CECIL: | Ooh, another squeaker, though. |
| 00:10:00 | MEL: | Humbly speaking, we're the best in the business. |
| 00:10:02 | ALVIN: | Let's take a break. We've earned it. |
| 00:10:03 | ADAM: | Oh, good, my mother's called me three times. |
| 00:10:05 | SUSIE: | You sing? |
| 00:10:06 | TESSIE: | You know I sing. |
| 00:10:07 | SUSIE: | When did I ever hear you sing? |
| 00:10:08 | TESSIE: | In all the school plays. Don't you remember me doing The Band Wagon in high school? |
| 00:10:12 | SUSIE: | I remember you doing the band back in high school, but not you singing. |
| 00:10:16 | TESSIE: | You always diminish my dreams, you know that? You're very consistent in that way. One of the reasons I'm in this terrible rut is because I get no help from you or anyone. |
| 00:10:23 | SUSIE: | I will try to find you something, Tess, I promise. |
| 00:10:25 | TESSIE: | Don't break this promise. Since Skint died, I'm feeling very vulnerable. |
| 00:10:29 | SUSIE: | Wait, Skint died? |
| 00:10:30 | TESSIE: | Yeah. |
| 00:10:31 | SUSIE: | Your husband? My brother-in-law? |
| 00:10:33 | TESSIE: | Yeah, last week. |
| 00:10:34 | SUSIE: | And you didn't think to tell me? |
| 00:10:35 | TESSIE: | It was natural causes, so there was nothing to tell. |
| 00:10:37 | SUSIE: | I'll call you later, Tess. |
| 00:10:39 | NICKY: | Susie, chime in here, is this floral print too busy? |
| 00:10:42 | SUSIE: | Eh, the decor's Dinah's call, Nicky. She's the one who gives a shit. |
| 00:10:44 | (phone rings) | |
| 00:10:45 | DINAH: | Thank you. Susie Myerson and Associates. Oh, hi, Midge. She's right here. |
| 00:10:52 | SUSIE: | Hey, what's up? |
| 00:10:53 | MIDGE: | I got a joke in. |
| 00:10:53 | SUSIE: | Finally. |
| 00:10:54 | MIDGE: | It took me four weeks to get the hang of it. |
| 00:10:56 | SUSIE: | No, it took them four weeks to realize their fucking cocks wouldn't fall off if they put a lady joke in. |
| 00:11:01 | MIDGE: | Be sure to watch tonight. Dinah, too. |
| 00:11:03 | SUSIE: | I'll, uh… handle this. Miriam, I gotta go right now. Your mother just walked in. |
| 00:11:07 | MIDGE: | Ha, ha, very funny. Goodbye. |
| 00:11:09 | SUSIE: | Bye. Rose. |
| 00:11:12 | ROSE: | I tried to call, but I couldn't get through. |
| 00:11:14 | SUSIE: | Well, my business is really picking up. It's a busy professional office now. |
| 00:11:18 | FRANK: | Fuck me? Fuck you and the donkey you rode in on and fuck the donkey's sister, too. |
| 00:11:24 | SUSIE: | Come on in. Sit down. So, uh… what's up? |
| 00:11:31 | ROSE: | Susie, you're the angriest person I know. |
| 00:11:33 | SUSIE: | All right. |
| 00:11:34 | ROSE: | And you associate with angry people. There's always a frightening, terrible energy coming from you. |
| 00:11:40 | SUSIE: | Where you going with this, Rose? |
| 00:11:41 | ROSE: | Well, I was wondering if you could help me get a gun. |
| 00:11:43 | SUSIE: | What? |
| 00:11:44 | ROSE: | Nothing fancy, and not too heavy. It has to fit in my purse and be quick on the draw. |
| 00:11:48 | NICKY: | You a righty or a lefty, sweetheart? |
| 00:11:49 | SUSIE: | Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Rose, why on earth would you need a gun? |
| 00:11:52 | ROSE: | I stepped on some toes with my matchmaking business. Encroached on the turf of some not very nice people. |
| 00:11:59 | SUSIE: | So, you're gonna shoot them? These old women with a gun. |
| 00:12:01 | ROSE: | Oh, no, not shoot. Just brandish. Wave it around a little. |
| 00:12:05 | NICKY: | Pistol whipping can be very effective, too, and it's a shorter sentence. |
| 00:12:08 | SUSIE: | Really? Don't speak. |
| 00:12:09 | ROSE: | They've threatened me and my family. |
| 00:12:12 | SUSIE: | Come on. |
| 00:12:12 | ROSE: | They cornered Abe at his tobacco shop. Said terrible things about the Torah. We've had flights canceled, mail stolen, dry cleaning ruined. |
| 00:12:20 | SUSIE: | Who hasn't? |
| 00:12:21 | ROSE: | And I'm fairly certain they burned the tea room down. |
| 00:12:23 | SUSIE: | Wait, they burned down the tea room? My tea room? |
| 00:12:25 | ROSE: | Yes. |
| 00:12:26 | SUSIE: | With the delicious whipped cream? That has just the right amount of vanilla and a hint of nutmeg that makes it downright celestial? |
| 00:12:32 | ROSE: | It burned to the ground. |
| 00:12:33 | SUSIE: | I was gonna invest. |
| 00:12:34 | ROSE: | It's gone. |
| 00:12:35 | SUSIE: | Holy shit. |
| 00:12:37 | FRANK: | I'll kill you, you hear? |
| 00:12:38 | (loud thud) | |
| 00:12:40 | FRANK: | Oh. I'm… I'm, uh, sorry for any language you may have heard in there. Uh, call got pretty contentious. |
| 00:12:48 | NICKY: | Everything okay, partner? |
| 00:12:49 | FRANK: | It's the ticket office to Camelot. Wife wants tickets, and these theater people, they don't respond to threats. |
| 00:12:54 | SUSIE: | Look, please don't go shooting up any ladies' luncheons. In the meantime, you need a place to do business for a while, with the tea room gone? |
| 00:13:01 | ROSE: | For a couple days, perhaps. I just need a table and a phone. |
| 00:13:05 | SUSIE: | Hey, Maggie! |
| 00:13:06 | MAGGIE: | Yeah? |
| 00:13:07 | SUSIE: | I'm sending Midge's mom over. Find a space for her. |
| 00:13:10 | MAGGIE: | What? |
| 00:13:11 | SUSIE: | Just open the fucking door. Go down the hall and take a right. |
| 00:13:14 | ROSE: | Thank you, Susie. How beautiful. Damask? |
| 00:13:18 | DINAH: | Mm-hmm. Told you. |
| 00:13:19 | NICKY: | I'm in the minority. |
| 00:13:20 | SUSIE: | Bullies. Man, do I hate bullies. Screwing with a nice, crazy lady like Rose. |
| 00:13:24 | DINAH: | You can't let her get a gun. |
| 00:13:25 | SUSIE: | No, of course not. |
| 00:13:27 | DINAH: | So, uh, how about… (mumbles) |
| 00:13:30 | SUSIE: | Them? No, no, no, no, no. |
| 00:13:31 | DINAH: | Why not? (mumbles) |
| 00:13:33 | SUSIE: | No, I don't want to… (mumbles) |
| 00:13:35 | FRANK: | You guys do know that we speak “mumble” pretty fluently, right? |
| 00:13:40 | NICKY: | You want us to get into this? |
| 00:13:41 | SUSIE: | No. |
| 00:13:41 | DINAH: | Maybe. |
| 00:13:42 | FRANK: | You sure? |
| 00:13:43 | MAGGIE: | Hey, Susie! Who's this uptown broad making me rearrange my furniture? |
| 00:13:46 | SUSIE: | Just let her hang there a while. |
| 00:13:48 | ROSE: | Mm, this is perfect, Susie. Thank you. Uh, no. I think facing the door is better. |
| 00:13:53 | FRANK: | She's Midge's mom, right? |
| 00:13:54 | SUSIE: | There's nothing for you guys to do on this. Thanks. |
| 00:13:57 | FRANK: | Okay. |
| 00:13:57 | NICKY: | All right. I wish you'd come to me. I could get you tickets. |
| 00:14:00 | FRANK: | Oh, yeah? |
| 00:14:01 | NICKY: | I know Robert Goulet. |
| 00:14:02 | FRANK: | That's right. |
| 00:14:03 | NICKY: | Yeah, we golf on Saturdays. |
| 00:14:06 | MAURY: | Have a great time. Make a lot of noise and show Gordon and all the folks back home that you're having a great time. Enjoy the show, everyone. |
| 00:14:16 | MIDGE: | Hey, Teddy, can you save me the card with my joke on it? It's my first to get on. |
| 00:14:21 | TEDDY: | Gladly. That's exciting. |
| 00:14:23 | MIDGE: | It is. |
| 00:14:23 | TEDDY: | (chuckles) |
| 00:14:26 | BAND LEADER: | Ladies and gentlemen, it's The Gordon Ford Show! Tonight's guests: Pat Boone. From Dobie Gillis, Bob Denver. And comedian Lester Simms. Now, here's your host, Gordon Ford! |
| 00:14:49 | GORDON: | So, President John F. Kennedy. I have to say, it's gonna be strange having a Catholic president from Massachusetts. I just worry when it comes to important matters, his allegiance will always be to the Red Sox. Yeah. Oh, this was in the news, in preparation for a potential showdown with Cuban guerrillas, the U.S. military recently purchased a B-52 bomber and 10,000 bananas. Sprinkle those out. Mel Blanc, the voice of Bugs Bunny, was recently in a car accident. He's recovering nicely, though, authorities are still questioning the voice of Fell-mer… |
| 00:15:21 | MIDGE: | (groans loudly) |
| 00:15:27 | GORDON: | That's a new character, folks: Fell-mer. Sidekick to Forky Pig. He's hysterical. Speaking of cartoons, Disney recently released 101 Dalmatians. A lot of people are complimenting the art, but, personally, I found it a bit spotty. It's just me, I guess. |
| 00:15:49 | DORIE: | The Gordon Ford Show. Yes, one moment please. |
| 00:15:55 | TEDDY: | Hey, Midge, uh, here's your card. |
| 00:15:57 | MIDGE: | Thanks, Teddy. |
| 00:15:58 | TEDDY: | You gonna frame it? |
| 00:15:59 | MIDGE: | Or burn it for heat. |
| 00:16:00 | TEDDY: | Okay. |
| 00:16:01 | MIDGE: | Was it as loud as it seemed? |
| 00:16:02 | TRUDY: | Louder. |
| 00:16:04 | GEORGE: | You! |
| 00:16:05 | MIDGE: | Yes? |
| 00:16:06 | GEORGE: | …have nothing to worry about. Just flash that hundred-watt smile at Gordy and it'll all blow over. Piece of cake. |
| 00:16:11 | MIDGE: | You think? |
| 00:16:12 | GEORGE: | I know. |
| 00:16:13 | MIDGE: | Thanks. |
| 00:16:14 | MIKE: | If you want to keep your job, grovel. |
| 00:16:16 | MIDGE: | But George just said… |
| 00:16:17 | MIKE: | George is wrong about everything, in the world. I am telling you, grovel. Grovel like you have never groveled before. |
| 00:16:27 | JOEL: | Someone will be here at one to accept the delivery. Nope, not before one. Because we're a nightclub, not a preschool. Yeah. We'll see you at one. What you need? |
| 00:16:40 | ARCHIE: | Remember when we opened the club, how we discussed exactly what we wanted it to be? |
| 00:16:44 | JOEL: | Yes. |
| 00:16:45 | ARCHIE: | Good music, hip clientele? |
| 00:16:47 | JOEL: | Yes, I remember. |
| 00:16:48 | ARCHIE: | Especially the hip clientele. We felt very strongly that a certain element would, say, dampen the festive atmosphere of the place? |
| 00:16:56 | JOEL: | Shit, the Mormons came back? |
| 00:16:57 | ARCHIE: | Oh, I wish. |
| 00:16:58 | SHIRLEY: | Some people say you don't salt your veal till the very end, but what are they waiting for? The roof could cave in. Outer-space men could land in your backyard, zap you right in the tuchus, then you're dead with unsalted veal. |
| 00:17:09 | JOEL: | Ma. |
| 00:17:10 | SHIRLEY: | Yeah? |
| 00:17:11 | JOEL: | What are you doing here? |
| 00:17:12 | SHIRLEY: | Mm. Joely, I'm having the best time with my new friends, “What's His Name” and “What's Her Name.” They're from somewhere, and they came here to celebrate something. |
| 00:17:22 | JOEL: | Archie. |
| 00:17:22 | ARCHIE: | Yep. |
| 00:17:23 | JOEL: | Can I take that? |
| 00:17:24 | SHIRLEY: | Uh-uh! If you try, I'm gonna put you over my knee and spank you. When he was a boy, he was so afraid of my hairbrush that he would hide in my closet, put on my wig and just lie there like I wouldn't notice. Hello, there. You look like you're about to throw up. Have a cracker sandwich. Who else is hungry? You really should sell some snacks here, Joel. But then, of course, you'd have to turn up the lights so they could see the menu. It's so dark in here. I can't see myself think. |
| 00:17:57 | JOEL: | Ma, how long have these been in your purse? Oh, God! |
| 00:18:02 | ARCHIE: | Here you go, Mrs. Maisel. |
| 00:18:03 | SHIRLEY: | I didn't ask for that. |
| 00:18:05 | ARCHIE: | I just thought something warm… |
| 00:18:06 | SHIRLEY: | You know, I've had about enough of men telling me what they think. |
| 00:18:10 | ARCHIE: | I'm sorry. |
| 00:18:11 | SHIRLEY: | I think you should drink it. That's what I think. Hello, there. I'm Shirley Maisel. That's my son, Joel, the owner. Won't be seeing much of him soon because he's about to have a baby. He's gonna be at home cleaning up the poo-poo. |
| 00:18:25 | JOEL: | Ma! |
| 00:18:26 | SHIRLEY: | There he goes again with the “Ma.” |
| 00:18:28 | JOEL: | Go home. |
| 00:18:30 | SHIRLEY: | I can't stay in that house anymore. |
| 00:18:31 | JOEL: | Ma, please, you guys have to figure this out. |
| 00:18:33 | SHIRLEY: | He's not gonna retire, Joel. |
| 00:18:35 | JOEL: | Of course he's not gonna retire. He was never gonna retire. He will die at work yelling at his yarn guy. Accept it. |
| 00:18:42 | SHIRLEY: | Well, his yarn guy is a real schmuck. |
| 00:18:45 | JOEL: | I'll get you a cab. |
| 00:18:47 | SHIRLEY: | How come she gets to stay? |
| 00:18:49 | JOEL: | She works here. |
| 00:18:51 | SHIRLEY: | Why? |
| 00:18:52 | CAROL: | Why, what? |
| 00:18:53 | SHIRLEY: | Why do you work for my son? It's weird. Do you two have some sort of weird sicko thing going on? |
| 00:18:58 | CAROL: | Mr. Maisel, I certainly hope your mother can take a punch. |
| 00:19:01 | SHIRLEY: | Oh, she can. |
| 00:19:02 | JOEL: | Hey, hey, no! Stay… |
| 00:19:04 | JOEL: | She won't leave. She's had… I don't know how many drinks. |
| 00:19:07 | MOISHE: | Oh, boy. |
| 00:19:08 | JOEL: | She's got baggies of rotten food. She's passing them out to everyone who looks drunk. So, everyone. |
| 00:19:12 | MOISHE: | Yeah, that's a lethal purse if you're not careful. |
| 00:19:14 | JOEL: | She keeps trying to turn on the lights. She keeps asking where we keep the mop. She hates the music. She wants everyone to put on a sweater. Oh, she tried to fight Mrs. Moskowitz. |
| 00:19:21 | MOISHE: | That seems like a pretty fair fight. |
| 00:19:22 | JOEL: | Pop. |
| 00:19:22 | MOISHE: | Sorry. |
| 00:19:23 | JOEL: | I'm not gonna have a club if this continues. Please, help me with this. |
| 00:19:27 | MOISHE: | Yep, I'm on it. |
| 00:19:28 | JOEL: | Thank you. |
| 00:19:29 | SHIRLEY: | I found the mop. (chuckles) |
| 00:19:35 | RALPH: | (chuckles) |
| 00:19:40 | ADAM: | Hm… |
| 00:19:45 | MEL: | There she is. |
| 00:19:47 | GORDON: | You gotta be kidding. |
| 00:19:48 | JIMMY: | No, this is why I'll never cover hockey - because it's a baseball town. Okay? |
| 00:19:53 | MIDGE: | Excuse me, what's Mr. Ford drinking? |
| 00:19:55 | BARTENDER: | Bourbon and branch. |
| 00:19:56 | MIDGE: | One of those, please. Heavy on the bourbon, easy on the branch. |
| 00:19:59 | JIMMY: | The Pirates are gonna repeat. It's not what I want, but it's what's gonna happen. |
| 00:20:02 | GORDON: | No, it's gonna be the Yanks. |
| 00:20:03 | JIMMY: | Without Stengel? |
| 00:20:04 | GORDON: | Good riddance to Stengel. Don't quote me on that. |
| 00:20:06 | JIMMY: | Word is, he's talking to the Mets. |
| 00:20:08 | GORDON: | The Mets? What's the Mets? |
| 00:20:09 | MIDGE: | Gordon? Sorry to interrupt. Hi. |
| 00:20:13 | GORDON: | Hello, and you are interrupting. |
| 00:20:15 | MIDGE: | Yes, but I come bearing gifts. Bourbon and olive branch. |
| 00:20:19 | GORDON: | Already got one. Thanks. |
| 00:20:22 | MIDGE: | This is awkward. |
| 00:20:23 | GORDON: | And getting more awkward. |
| 00:20:25 | MIDGE: | I just wanted to say I'm very sorry for groaning like that. It was totally unprofessional. |
| 00:20:30 | GORDON: | She groaned during the show, audibly. |
| 00:20:32 | MIDGE: | Stupidly. Involuntarily. |
| 00:20:34 | GORDON: | Oh, so someone forced you? |
| 00:20:35 | MIDGE: | No, but there was a reason. |
| 00:20:36 | GORDON: | Were you going into labor? That would be a good reason. |
| 00:20:38 | JIMMY: | I don't know how you women do it. Having babies… |
| 00:20:40 | MIDGE: | No. See, it was just… It was the first joke I got on the show, and when what happened happened, I let the emotion of it get to me. |
| 00:20:46 | GORDON: | That was your first joke? |
| 00:20:46 | MIDGE: | Yes. |
| 00:20:47 | GORDON: | You've been there a number of weeks. |
| 00:20:48 | MIDGE: | It's a tough room. |
| 00:20:50 | GORDON: | It's the best room in the business. |
| 00:20:51 | MIDGE: | Definitely. Anyhow, when you bobbled the line, I was just really disappointed, that's all. And whatever happens from here on, please accept my apology. |
| 00:20:58 | GORDON: | Fine. I accept your apology. |
| 00:21:03 | MIDGE: | And I'm sorry I interrupted. |
| 00:21:05 | GORDON: | Leave the drink. (scoffs) Bobbled it. Joke was gonna bomb whether I bobbled it or not. |
| 00:21:10 | JIMMY: | (laughs) |
| 00:21:11 | MIDGE: | Mm… No, it wasn't. |
| 00:21:13 | GORDON: | What do you mean, “No, it wasn't”? Yes, it was. |
| 00:21:15 | MIDGE: | No, the joke was good. You just stumbled over Elmer Fudd. |
| 00:21:18 | GORDON: | I didn't stumble over Elmer Fudd. |
| 00:21:19 | MIDGE: | Uh, yes, you did. |
| 00:21:19 | GORDON: | No, I didn't. |
| 00:21:20 | JIMMY: | Kind of want to hear this joke. |
| 00:21:21 | MIDGE: | Gordon, I'm a comedian. I know about rhythm. You blew the joke. It's okay. |
| 00:21:24 | GORDON: | I got the laugh. |
| 00:21:25 | MIDGE: | By pointing out that you blew the joke. |
| 00:21:27 | GORDON: | I did that on purpose. |
| 00:21:28 | MIDGE: | You blew a perfectly good joke so you could point out to the audience that you blew a perfectly good joke? |
| 00:21:32 | GORDON: | Yes. They love that. It makes me human, and I got a laugh. |
| 00:21:35 | MIDGE: | Yeah, but you got the wrong laugh. |
| 00:21:36 | GORDON: | A laugh is a laugh. There is no wrong laugh. |
| 00:21:38 | MIDGE: | It was a cover laugh. It's a trick, I've done it myself, but if you had just done the real joke correctly, you would've gotten a bigger laugh, the right laugh. |
| 00:21:45 | GORDON: | That joke was gonna bomb. End of story. |
| 00:21:47 | MIDGE: | Then why'd you okay it? |
| 00:21:48 | GORDON: | What? |
| 00:21:50 | MIDGE: | You okay every joke. Are you saying you okayed a joke that you knew was destined to bomb? |
| 00:21:53 | GORDON: | Now, wait a minute… |
| 00:21:54 | MIDGE: | Or you saying you okayed it, not knowing it was gonna bomb till you got on stage and your special bomb detector kicked in and you suddenly knew it was gonna bomb, so you saved it by blowing it and getting the wrong laugh? |
| 00:22:02 | GORDON: | There is no wrong laugh! |
| 00:22:03 | MIDGE: | There's absolutely a wrong laugh! A wrong laugh is a laugh you get by accident because you fucked up the right laugh. That is a wrong goddam laugh. |
| 00:22:10 | GORDON: | Now, look here, Miss “I finally got one fucking joke in after six months on the job…” |
| 00:22:13 | MIDGE: | So, you can't read a calendar either? It's only been a month. |
| 00:22:16 | GORDON: | I have been doing this a very long time. I'm a professional goddamn performer. |
| 00:22:20 | MIDGE: | Who made a goddamn mistake and won't admit it. That is a terrible drink. |
| 00:22:30 | GORDON: | There are no wrong laughs! |
| 00:22:53 | ABE: | I was writing deep into the night. That is, when I wasn't consulting Cicero for inspiration. I hope it will undo at least some of the damage. |
| 00:23:02 | GABE: | You misspelled “Channing,” Abe. Don't you think you're being a bit too hard on yourself? |
| 00:23:07 | ABE: | Mm, not according to Cicero. |
| 00:23:08 | GABE: | Okay, here's the bottom line, I cannot publish a fifteen-hundred word apologia because you left out one “N.” |
| 00:23:15 | ABE: | How many words should it be? |
| 00:23:16 | GABE: | Fifteen? |
| 00:23:17 | ABE: | Fifteen!? |
| 00:23:18 | (line beeps) | |
| 00:23:19 | OPERATOR: | This is the operator, I have an emergency breakthrough call for the Weissman household from Susie Myerson. |
| 00:23:23 | ABE: | What? No, thank you, operator. |
| 00:23:24 | OPERATOR: | Hold, please. |
| 00:23:25 | ABE: | Operator, I'm declining it. |
| 00:23:27 | GABE: | Shouldn't you see what the emergency is, Abe? |
| 00:23:29 | ABE: | We're discussing my emergency. |
| 00:23:31 | SUSIE: | Hello? |
| 00:23:32 | GABE: | Hello? |
| 00:23:33 | SUSIE: | Who is this? I'm calling for Midge. |
| 00:23:34 | ABE: | Susie? It's Abe. I'm on the phone. |
| 00:23:36 | SUSIE: | I know. Your damn line's been busy all morning. |
| 00:23:38 | ABE: | Well, I started the day trying to call every Village Voice subscriber and apologize to them individually. |
| 00:23:45 | GABE: | Oh, my God. |
| 00:23:46 | SUSIE: | Abe, please put Midge on. |
| 00:23:47 | ABE: | Fine. Miriam. |
| 00:23:49 | GABE: | Goodbye, Abe. Fifteen words. |
| 00:23:52 | ABE: | It's Susie. |
| 00:23:54 | MIDGE: | Hello? |
| 00:23:55 | SUSIE: | Did you get into a fight with Gordon Ford in front of everybody, and I mean everybody in show business last night at Toots Shor's? |
| 00:24:02 | MIDGE: | How in the world did you know? |
| 00:24:03 | SUSIE: | It made the papers. “The usual 'you had to be there' revelry at Toots seemed tame compared to last night's showdown between Mr. Ford and his mouthy lady writer.” |
| 00:24:13 | MIDGE: | Sounds bad out of context. |
| 00:24:15 | SUSIE: | Give me the context. |
| 00:24:16 | MIDGE: | He flubbed my joke on air, and I groaned on air, but it was an accidental groan, and I apologized. |
| 00:24:21 | SUSIE: | “It was a shocking moment, as late night television's boy wonder lost his trademark cool. The aforementioned lady writer might want to start polishing her résumé, in another line of work, in another city, across state lines.” |
| 00:24:34 | MIDGE: | Oh my god. |
| 00:24:35 | SUSIE: | I am building up quite a scrapbook with all your clippings, you know that? |
| 00:24:38 | MIDGE: | Help me out. What-what do I do? Apologize again? |
| 00:24:41 | SUSIE: | Normally, I'd say yes, but, apparently, you aren't great at that. |
| 00:24:44 | MIDGE: | I mean, I have to go in on Monday, right? I-I have to show my face. |
| 00:24:48 | SUSIE: | Yes, you do, and bring a box. |
| 00:24:49 | MIDGE: | A box? Why should I bring a box? |
| 00:24:51 | SUSIE: | Well, you know, when you get fired, you want to have a box to put your stuff in, so bring a nice, big box. |
| 00:24:56 | MIDGE: | Well, I don't have an office, so I don't have a lot of stuff. A small box will do. |
| 00:24:59 | SUSIE: | I am so glad we figured out the size of the box you're gonna bring on Monday when they fire you. |
| 00:25:03 | MIDGE: | So, you definitely think I'm getting fired? |
| 00:25:05 | SUSIE: | I'll make some calls. It's a Saturday, so all these fuckers are gonna be off golfing or whacking off on their boats. |
| 00:25:11 | (phone ringing) | |
| 00:25:12 | SUSIE: | Oh, shit. |
| 00:25:13 | MIDGE: | What? You think it's them? To fire me? |
| 00:25:15 | SUSIE: | Don't panic. I'll-I'll keep you posted. |
| 00:25:17 | MIDGE: | Okay. Bye. |
| 00:25:21 | SUSIE: | Susie Myerson and Associates. Wait, what? Come to where? |
| 00:25:28 | (buzzer sounds) | |
| 00:25:46 | SUSIE: | Who are you? |
| 00:25:47 | BENEDETTA: | Who are you? |
| 00:25:48 | SUSIE: | I'm Susie Myerson. |
| 00:25:49 | BENEDETTA: | Get out of here. |
| 00:25:50 | SUSIE: | No. |
| 00:25:50 | BENEDETTA: | You? |
| 00:25:51 | SUSIE: | Yeah. Why? |
| 00:25:53 | BENEDETTA: | I pictured someone taller, thicker. Although… |
| 00:25:55 | SUSIE: | Watch it. Now, who the hell are you? |
| 00:25:57 | BENEDETTA: | Hilarious. Thank you for the gift, by the way. Very clever. |
| 00:26:01 | SUSIE: | What gift? |
| 00:26:02 | BENEDETTA: | The call. Someone tells me there's a gift at my door, courtesy of Susie Myerson and Associates. I opened the door, and a fleet of cops hauls me off for a crime I did not commit. |
| 00:26:13 | SUSIE: | Oh, that gift. You're welcome, Miss… |
| 00:26:15 | BENEDETTA: | Molly is dead. |
| 00:26:17 | SUSIE: | Who's Molly? |
| 00:26:18 | BENEDETTA: | My Irish associate. She got the same call, had a heart attack, dropped dead in the kitchen. |
| 00:26:22 | SUSIE: | Jesus. |
| 00:26:23 | BENEDETTA: | Our Jewish friend is on a plane to Argentina. Miss Em is AWOL. |
| 00:26:27 | SUSIE: | Who the fuck are all of you people? |
| 00:26:28 | BENEDETTA: | What do you mean, “who are we”? Didn't Rose Weissman send you? |
| 00:26:32 | SUSIE: | Yes. Rose sent me. |
| 00:26:35 | BENEDETTA: | You sure? |
| 00:26:36 | SUSIE: | Well, who can be sure of anything in life, right? |
| 00:26:39 | BENEDETTA: | This is bullshit, by the way. Framing me for a ridiculous tea room fire? It's not gonna work. |
| 00:26:45 | SUSIE: | Hang on a second, that was you? You burned down the greatest fucking tea room in the history of tea rooms? Never mind the tea, have you ever had their whipped cream? |
| 00:26:52 | BENEDETTA: | What? |
| 00:26:53 | SUSIE: | I don't know what they did to it, whether it's extra cream or extra sugar or a combination of both, maybe it's the pinch of nutmeg. God knows I have tried to make it at home and failed miserably, but there is something about that whipped cream. I hope you get the fucking chair. |
| 00:27:07 | BENEDETTA: | I didn't realize Rose Weissman had protection. |
| 00:27:09 | SUSIE: | Well, she does, and a gun, and she'll use it. She's not just gonna wave it around or something. |
| 00:27:12 | BENEDETTA: | Okay. Fine. You got me. Can we just get down to this, please? |
| 00:27:19 | SUSIE: | Down to what? |
| 00:27:22 | BENEDETTA: | Rose Weissman can keep the Upper West Side. She just can't go above 125th or below 60th. Now that Molly's dead, she can take Hell's Kitchen if she wants, but she better bone up on limericks and the potato famine. What? Not good enough? |
| 00:27:37 | SUSIE: | Hey, I'm just the muscle. I'll take it to Rose, see what she says. |
| 00:27:41 | BENEDETTA: | Female muscle. Shit. I should have thought of that. |
| 00:27:44 | SUSIE: | Yeah, they never see you coming. |
| 00:27:45 | BENEDETTA: | Well, not you. |
| 00:27:47 | SUSIE: | Well, it's been a delight. That outfit suits you, by the way. Some women your age just look silly in stripes. |
| 00:27:52 | BENEDETTA: | Tell Rose Weissman this is a good deal. |
| 00:27:54 | SUSIE: | Hey, if they just booked you, why are you here? Why aren't you in the county jail? |
| 00:27:59 | BENEDETTA: | I have priors. |
| 00:28:08 | ARCHIE: | So… this is different. |
| 00:28:11 | JOEL: | I can't believe it. He was supposed to help me with her. Instead, he's taking up two tables over there, and she shows up at the door, first thing she does is ask for a family and friends discount. |
| 00:28:19 | ARCHIE: | Did you give it to her? |
| 00:28:21 | JOEL: | Well, she's my mother. |
| 00:28:22 | SHIRLEY: | Can you believe it? She's telling me how to pick a melon? I can sniff out a ripe melon in Jersey if I had to. |
| 00:28:30 | BUBBIE: | You should've slapped her face. |
| 00:28:31 | SHIRLEY: | I just had a manicure. |
| 00:28:33 | MOISHE: | Prunes do nothing. |
| 00:28:34 | MANNY: | They do something for me. |
| 00:28:35 | MOISHE: | Bullshit. It's got nothing to do with food. Willpower and a schedule. What if you have to be somewhere? What're you gonna do? |
| 00:28:41 | JOEL: | I could pull the fire alarm and clear the place out. |
| 00:28:43 | ARCHIE: | And then they'll just come back tomorrow with their rabbi, barber, and canasta club. Oh, good. Your dad's friend pulled a nickel out of the waitress's ear again. |
| 00:28:50 | MIDGE: | Hey. Hi. What are you guys staring at? |
| 00:28:53 | JOEL: | In this corner, the undefeated purse snacks champ, Shirley Maisel. And in that corner, the challenger and prune skeptic, Moishe Maisel. |
| 00:29:00 | MIDGE: | And they are not together? |
| 00:29:01 | JOEL: | Not by a long shot. |
| 00:29:03 | MIDGE: | So, two bad tippers. |
| 00:29:04 | ARCHIE: | Bye, folks. Come again. Who am I kidding? |
| 00:29:07 | MIDGE: | Well, sorry that your dreams are coming to an end, but before they do, can I get ten minutes when the band breaks? |
| 00:29:12 | MOISHE: | An apology and some music lessons would help a lot. |
| 00:29:14 | BUTTON CLUB BAND #1: | Fuck this shit. |
| 00:29:16 | JOEL: | You're on. |
| 00:29:17 | SHIRLEY: | Moishe, we were enjoying the music. |
| 00:29:18 | MOISHE: | Everyone's so sensitive these days. |
| 00:29:21 | WOMAN 1: | That's it? |
| 00:29:25 | WOMAN 2: | Is the band coming back? |
| 00:29:27 | MIDGE: | Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Mrs. Maisel… |
| 00:29:30 | SHIRLEY: | Miriam! That's my former daughter-in-law. Miriam! |
| 00:29:34 | BUBBIE: | So pale. |
| 00:29:35 | SHIRLEY: | What are you doing up there? |
| 00:29:36 | MIDGE: | I'm going to do my act. |
| 00:29:37 | SHIRLEY: | For who? |
| 00:29:38 | MIDGE: | For all the nice people looking very perplexed right now. |
| 00:29:42 | MOISHE: | Leave her alone, Shirley. If she wants to try and tell a joke, let her learn the hard way. My butcher is funnier. He's not funny. |
| 00:29:49 | MANNY: | Nice-looking. She should sing. |
| 00:29:51 | MIDGE: | I'm not a singer, but I am currently a writer for The Gordon… |
| 00:29:54 | SHIRLEY: | Wait, I was distracted. Miriam, start your act again. |
| 00:29:56 | MIDGE: | I haven't really started my act yet, Shirley. |
| 00:29:59 | MOISHE: | Trust me, when she starts it, you won't laugh. |
| 00:30:00 | JOEL: | Pop, shut up. |
| 00:30:01 | MOISHE: | Shut up, he says, the fruit of my loins. |
| 00:30:03 | JOEL: | If you're not gonna help, then get out. |
| 00:30:05 | MOISHE: | I am helping. She needs to rethink this career. Who else would tell her? |
| 00:30:09 | SHIRLEY: | Miriam, ignore him. Pretend he's not there. |
| 00:30:12 | MIDGE: | Okay, so, I am a single woman living in New York. |
| 00:30:15 | SHIRLEY: | Me too. |
| 00:30:16 | JOEL: | You're not single, Ma. |
| 00:30:18 | MIDGE: | Joel, really? |
| 00:30:18 | JOEL: | Sorry. |
| 00:30:19 | MIDGE: | Have you ladies ever approached a subway station, and it's really dark at the bottom of the stairs? |
| 00:30:23 | SHIRLEY: | They don't light them properly. |
| 00:30:25 | MOISHE: | That was a rhetorical question, Shirley. She only asked it to set something up. Not that it was going anywhere. |
| 00:30:31 | MIDGE: | So, the other night, I'm heading down these really dark stairs, and… |
| 00:30:34 | SHIRLEY: | You didn't have a flashlight? I have two. One for light and one to use as a weapon. |
| 00:30:41 | BUBBIE: | She's so small. |
| 00:30:42 | MIDGE: | Shirley, you're blinding me. |
| 00:30:43 | SHIRLEY: | Just like the attacker. That's good, right? |
| 00:30:45 | MIDGE: | Okay, moving on. Uh, yesterday, the principal tells me my son is sleeping during class… |
| 00:30:51 | SHIRLEY: | What happened to Ethan? |
| 00:30:52 | MOISHE: | He's sleeping in class. |
| 00:30:53 | SHIRLEY: | Why? |
| 00:30:54 | MOISHE: | Because he doesn't drink coffee? I don't know. |
| 00:30:56 | MIDGE: | Okay, folks, the show is up here. I-I… forgot where I was. |
| 00:31:00 | MOISHE: | For the love of God, do not start again. Here, I have a joke. Guy walks into a bar holding a one-foot-tall man playing the piano. The bartender says, “My genie must be hard of hearing. I didn't ask for a 12-inch pianist.” |
| 00:31:14 | SHIRLEY: | Miriam, there you are. I have to tell you, I thought you were just terrific up there. |
| 00:31:20 | MIDGE: | Gee, thank you, Shirley. |
| 00:31:22 | SHIRLEY: | I enjoyed every minute of it. Is this how your shows always go? |
| 00:31:25 | MIDGE: | No. Most of the time, I get to tell a joke. |
| 00:31:28 | SHIRLEY: | Really? That's so interesting. Well, it was a delight. Listen, while I have you here, I need some information from you. |
| 00:31:35 | MIDGE: | About? |
| 00:31:35 | SHIRLEY: | Mei. Where is she? Joel told me she was interviewing for a doctor job. |
| 00:31:39 | MIDGE: | Yes. She was. |
| 00:31:41 | SHIRLEY: | How long does that take? |
| 00:31:42 | MIDGE: | I don't- I don't really know. |
| 00:31:44 | SHIRLEY: | How many questions can they ask? When I go to the doctor, all he does is take my pulse and bum a cigarette. |
| 00:31:48 | MIDGE: | Well, I think it's a bit more involved than that. |
| 00:31:50 | SHIRLEY: | So, you do know something. |
| 00:31:51 | MIDGE: | Me? No. |
| 00:31:53 | SHIRLEY: | Just tell me, is she carrying high or low? I've been knitting pink booties and blue booties. I'm completely in the dark. |
| 00:32:01 | MIDGE: | Well… |
| 00:32:02 | SHIRLEY: | This baby can't come into the world with cold feet. What a terrible start. |
| 00:32:05 | MIDGE: | Shirley… |
| 00:32:06 | SHIRLEY: | I'm going crazy, Miriam. Please, just tell me. Something. Anything. |
| 00:32:10 | MIDGE: | I think she went to visit her family. |
| 00:32:12 | SHIRLEY: | Where's her family? |
| 00:32:13 | MIDGE: | In… China. |
| 00:32:14 | SHIRLEY: | Wasn't there a revolution in China? |
| 00:32:16 | MIDGE: | Yes, there was, which is why she's not back yet. |
| 00:32:19 | SHIRLEY: | Did she enlist? |
| 00:32:20 | MIDGE: | No, it's just, there's a lot of red tape. (chuckles) Get it? Never mind. She'll be home soon. Will you excuse me? I-I think I left the… |
| 00:32:31 | MIDGE: | You didn't tell Shirley about Mei, did you? |
| 00:32:33 | JOEL: | Why? |
| 00:32:34 | MIDGE: | Because she just grilled me in the ladies' room about Mei. “Why is she gone so long? When is she coming back? Is she carrying high or low?” Your mother has a terrible doctor, by the way. She really needs to see someone else. Anyhow, I was cornered, so I said she was visiting her family in China and she can't get out because of the revolution and then I ran. |
| 00:32:50 | JOEL: | You said Mei was in China? |
| 00:32:51 | MIDGE: | I didn't know what to say, Joel. |
| 00:32:54 | JOEL: | How is it when other people don't know what to say, they say, “I don't know what to say,” but when you don't know what to say, you say, “She's in China and can't get out 'cause there's a revolution.” |
| 00:33:00 | MIDGE: | Because I'm an artist, Joel. |
| 00:33:01 | JOEL: | Great. |
| 00:33:02 | MIDGE: | Hey, this is not my fault. |
| 00:33:05 | JOEL: | I know. I'm sorry. It's mine. I… Really, I'll fix it. |
| 00:33:09 | MIDGE: | Okay. Are you gonna fix it now, or should I… |
| 00:33:13 | JOEL: | Back way's good. (sighs) |
| 00:33:38 | MIDGE: | (grunting) |
| 00:33:42 | ABE: | Why are you grunting? |
| 00:33:44 | MIDGE: | Did you do this? |
| 00:33:45 | ABE: | You woke me up. Do what? |
| 00:33:46 | MIDGE: | Move Ethan off his Saturday sleep mark? |
| 00:33:48 | ABE: | He was in the way of the bathroom. |
| 00:33:50 | MIDGE: | Well, hop over him. We all agreed, we'd hop. |
| 00:33:52 | ABE: | I never agreed to hop. |
| 00:33:53 | MIDGE: | Well, then hold it in till morning. |
| 00:33:54 | ABE: | You know what? This whole thing is ridiculous. |
| 00:33:58 | MIDGE: | Papa, stop. |
| 00:34:00 | ABE: | He'll never know he was off his Saturday sleep mark. |
| 00:34:03 | MIDGE: | Papa, we are on a path with this and we need to stick to it. The whole point of this is trust, and if he wakes up and he's not where he's been, he may not know where he is. |
| 00:34:12 | ABE: | He's lived here all his life. He'll know where he is. |
| 00:34:14 | MIDGE: | Do not move him off his mark again. Promise me. |
| 00:34:18 | ABE: | I make no promises. |
| 00:34:22 | MIDGE: | Papa. You claim to be a man of science. |
| 00:34:26 | ABE: | I don't claim, I am. |
| 00:34:28 | MIDGE: | This is science, and you are the last person who should be doubting it. |
| 00:34:31 | ABE: | Miriam, you know full well I'm experiencing a dark night of the soul from this whole Carol Channing thing. Please, stop further assassinating my character. |
| 00:34:42 | MIDGE: | Remember the cookie? |
| 00:34:43 | ABE: | The cookie? What cookie? |
| 00:34:44 | MIDGE: | When I was seven, you took a black and white cookie and you broke it into 16 parts, remember? |
| 00:34:49 | ABE: | No. |
| 00:34:50 | MIDGE: | It was a reward system. Each time I proved to you I could properly use a semicolon, I got a piece of cookie. And then Noah found my cookie pieces and ate them, and when I told you what he did, you said “I don't want to hear about this. Work it out amongst yourselves.” |
| 00:35:00 | ABE: | So? |
| 00:35:02 | MIDGE: | You abandoned me and my cookie lesson, and to this day I have no idea how to use a semicolon. |
| 00:35:06 | ABE: | It's used to indicate a pause, usually between two… |
| 00:35:10 | MIDGE: | Too late. Do not move him. |
| 00:35:23 | (doors close) | |
| 00:35:26 | ETHAN: | Mommy? |
| 00:35:28 | (phone ringing) | |
| 00:35:33 | JOEL: | Hello? Whoa, slow down, Pop. I'm sorry, I didn't get that last… What? Pop? Are you in a closet? Why are you so… I can't… I don't… I… I'm coming over. |
| 00:35:52 | JOEL: | Hello? Ma? Pop? |
| 00:35:57 | MOISHE: | Joel! What are you doing here? |
| 00:36:01 | JOEL: | Is everything all right? When you called you sounded like you had a bag over your head. I thought you'd been kidnapped. |
| 00:36:06 | MOISHE: | No, not kidnapped. I did have a bag over my head, though. |
| 00:36:09 | JOEL: | Why? |
| 00:36:10 | MOISHE: | Trying to muffle the sound. |
| 00:36:11 | JOEL: | Of what? |
| 00:36:12 | MOISHE: | Sensitive topics. Neighbors have ears. |
| 00:36:14 | MYSTERIOUS MAN #1: | Moishe? |
| 00:36:15 | MOISHE: | (in Yiddish) It's okay. It's my son, Joel. |
| 00:36:18 | MYSTERIOUS MEN: | (indistinct chatter) |
| 00:36:20 | MOISHE: | All right, you're here. Be useful. |
| 00:36:22 | JOEL: | What do you mean, “be useful”? What's going on here? |
| 00:36:25 | MOISHE: | Shh. Why are you yelling? Read the room. Listen, we're gonna get her out. |
| 00:36:29 | JOEL: | Get who out? |
| 00:36:29 | MOISHE: | Your girl. It's all planned, just a couple more details. |
| 00:36:31 | JOEL: | What's planned? |
| 00:36:32 | MOISHE: | Now, I didn't want to involve you directly - plausible deniability - but as long as you're here, you can answer a few questions. |
| 00:36:37 | JOEL: | Pop… |
| 00:36:38 | MOISHE: | Don't worry. These are the guys that got the 13 Jews out of Germany. |
| 00:36:42 | JOEL: | Oh, no. |
| 00:36:43 | MOISHE: | They are the best. That one there is the original guy's son. The original guy's dead and the son's a bit of a yutz, but he has the plane. |
| 00:36:49 | JOEL: | Pop, I have to talk to you. |
| 00:36:51 | MOISHE: | I know, communication seems very important to you today. Later. For now, when you say she's in China… where? I mean, I know it's a big place. I don't need an address, unless you have one. |
| 00:37:02 | JOEL: | There's no address. |
| 00:37:03 | MOISHE: | Okay. Is there a street name, perhaps? Or a landmark? Uh, maybe a library nearby? |
| 00:37:09 | MYSTERIOUS MAN #1: | (speaks Yiddish) |
| 00:37:11 | MOISHE: | He's asking what the weather's like. They run cold. |
| 00:37:12 | JOEL: | Really? These guys are the best? |
| 00:37:14 | MOISHE: | You know a good extraction team that's just hanging around waiting to extract? |
| 00:37:17 | JOEL: | No. |
| 00:37:18 | SHIRLEY: | (speaks Yiddish) |
| 00:37:20 | MYSTERIOUS MEN: | (overlapping noises of appreciation) |
| 00:37:22 | MOISHE: | Shirley, we're working here. |
| 00:37:24 | SHIRLEY: | I don't see anyone complaining about some fresh Danish, do you? |
| 00:37:28 | MOISHE: | They're planning a very sensitive covert mission. They can't think with you galloping in and out like you're pulling a carriage around Central Park! |
| 00:37:34 | SHIRLEY: | If I'm a horse, then you're an ass. |
| 00:37:36 | JOEL: | Okay, enough barnyard animal insults. Can you two, please j… (sighs) There's something I have to tell you guys. |
| 00:37:53 | SHIRLEY: | What's the matter? |
| 00:37:54 | JOEL: | It's about Mei and me. There is no more Mei and me. |
| 00:37:59 | SHIRLEY: | No. Joely, don't worry, we're getting her out of China. |
| 00:38:02 | JOEL: | She's not in China, Ma. She's in Chicago. |
| 00:38:04 | SHIRLEY: | Oh, well that should be easier. |
| 00:38:06 | JOEL: | She moved to Chicago, Ma. |
| 00:38:08 | MOISHE: | But… |
| 00:38:10 | SHIRLEY: | The-the baby. |
| 00:38:12 | JOEL: | There's no baby anymore. |
| 00:38:14 | SHIRLEY: | Oh, no. Oh, Joel. She lost it? |
| 00:38:19 | JOEL: | Yeah. She lost it. |
| 00:38:20 | SHIRLEY: | I'm so sorry. Oh, honey. But you can try again when you get married. |
| 00:38:28 | JOEL: | We're not getting married, Ma. |
| 00:38:33 | MOISHE: | Are you okay? |
| 00:38:34 | JOEL: | Sure. |
| 00:38:35 | SHIRLEY: | Would you like something to eat? There's so much food. |
| 00:38:39 | MOISHE: | So much food. |
| 00:38:40 | JOEL: | No. Thank you. I have work to do. |
| 00:38:44 | SHIRLEY: | I'm gonna make you a to-go package. |
| 00:38:46 | MOISHE: | I'd better tell the boys. |
| 00:39:02 | RALPH: | It was supposed to come in today. They said they mailed it. Uh… |
| 00:39:07 | (phone rings) | |
| 00:39:10 | DORIE: | The Gordon Ford Show. Yes, you are right. Thank you for bringing that to our attention. Thank you. Thank you. |
| 00:39:18 | MIKE: | Oh, good. You brought a box. |
| 00:39:21 | GORDON: | Everyone to the railing. |
| 00:39:23 | MAN: | To the railing, people. |
| 00:39:24 | WOMAN: | Railing, guys. |
| 00:39:25 | GORDON: | All right, listen, guys, we have too many relatives coming to the shows. Mothers, brothers, uncles, aunts. They're not the best laughers. Show some restraint? |
| 00:39:32 | MAN: | You got it. |
| 00:39:32 | WOMAN: | Yes, Mr. Ford. |
| 00:39:34 | GORDON: | Got a couple other things we gotta deal with, too. |
| 00:39:37 | GEORGE: | Morning, all. Look who's here. |
| 00:39:41 | GORDON: | Okay, looks like George brought a few of the network bigwigs down for an unexpected visit. Hello, Charlie. Hello, Isaac. Hello, third person I don't know. |
| 00:39:49 | SYD: | Syd Greenberg, Mr. Ford. |
| 00:39:50 | GEORGE: | This is a friendly ambush, we swear. |
| 00:39:52 | GORDON: | Not sure there is such a thing. Come on up. We'll finish this later. |
| 00:40:05 | NARRATOR: | The young bears seen here are not just play-fighting, they're learning necessary defensive skills. Throughout the first… |
| 00:40:11 | ABE: | Ethan. |
| 00:40:12 | NARRATOR: | (continues indistinctly) |
| 00:40:13 | ABE: | Time for bed. |
| 00:40:14 | ETHAN: | I sleep in spot number three tonight. |
| 00:40:17 | ABE: | How about sleeping in your bed tonight? |
| 00:40:20 | ETHAN: | My therapist says I'm not ready yet. |
| 00:40:23 | ABE: | Okay. |
| 00:40:25 | NARRATOR: | After that… |
| 00:40:26 | (TV mutes) | |
| 00:40:28 | ABE: | Okay, now, Ethan. Look at me and not at the bear on TV. Up here. Hello. Now, Ethan, we must discuss the rationale behind your sleeping in the hallway, or the very lack of it, actually. I understand that, for some reason, you are afraid of your bed. Well, you should know that fear is very natural. It's there to help you survive. It tells you to run when something large with teeth is going to eat you, or to duck when a rock has been thrown at your head. And there are so many things in this life to be legitimately afraid of. Have you heard of Park Slope? |
| 00:41:14 | ETHAN: | No. |
| 00:41:15 | ABE: | Recently, a United Airlines airplane and a Trans World airplane collided in midair, just… flew right into each other, and the wreckage rained down onto a Park Slope intersection, killing every passenger on board and six people on the ground. Six people just walking down the street, going to the market or to school or the movies, got instantly crushed by falling pieces of flaming metal and various arms and legs and torsos from previously intact bodies. That's pretty scary, right? |
| 00:41:54 | ETHAN: | Yes. |
| 00:41:55 | ABE: | Yes, it is. There are wars, floods, sometimes tigers escape from the zoo. Lightning can strike you, even on a sunny day. You could eat bad clams and be evacuating from every orifice in your body for a week. |
| 00:42:11 | ETHAN: | But I hate clams. |
| 00:42:13 | ABE: | Hating clams won't keep you safe, Ethan. Y-You could fall down a well that you never knew was there. Go flying through a windshield when your daddy stops too fast. You could accidentally spell Carol Channing's name wrong and instantly become a man who must be apologized for… in print. Yes. Yes, I think you're beginning to understand what I'm telling you. It's time you learn to live with fear. To accept it's there, and there is not enough tape in the world to keep you safe. And though your mommy and your daddy and possibly even your therapist mean well by making you think that sleeping on the floor is a mark of being a big brave boy, your grandpa is here to tell you death comes for all of us, even the brave. Now, would you like me to read you a bedtime story? |
| 00:43:13 | GORDON: | How has working with Thelonious Monk influenced how you play? |
| 00:43:18 | JOHN: | Well, no one hits the keys like Thelonious. |
| 00:43:20 | GORDON: | No, no argument here. |
| 00:43:21 | JOHN: | He finds notes I didn't even know existed, and I can't say I haven't borrowed a few over the years. |
| 00:43:26 | TBD: | (laughter) |
| 00:43:26 | GORDON: | Well, what with Blue Train and Giant Steps, you've been hitting all the right notes lately, John. Thank you so much for being here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, the great John Coltrane. Yeah. Oh. Hold it, everybody. I got a little announcement to make. As of this week, The Gordon Ford Show is the number one talk show in the country. |
| 00:43:48 | WRITERS: | (exclaiming) |
| 00:43:49 | GEORGE: | (grunts) Yes! Yes. |
| 00:43:52 | GORDON: | I have you, my viewers, to thank for that. Bring it out here, guys. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I don't thank them enough, my staff, my crew, my writers. Come on out here, guys. They are the best in the business. I would not be here tonight without them. Grab some champagne, everybody, and grab some at home, folks. We'll see you tomorrow. |
| 00:44:24 | ALVIN: | What are we thinking, Toots Shor's? |
| 00:44:26 | ADAM: | We can't all fit into Toots Shor's. |
| 00:44:27 | CECIL: | Ooh. |
| 00:44:28 | GORDON: | Ah, forget Toots Shor's. I know the perfect place. |
| 00:44:49 | WOMAN: | Oh, my God. |
| 00:44:52 | RALPH: | Whoo! |
| 00:44:55 | DORIE: | (shrieks) |
| 00:45:04 | TRUDY: | Whoo! |
| 00:45:07 | MAN: | (grunts) |
| 00:45:09 | HECKLER: | You guys are crazy! |
| 00:45:10 | ADAM: | Come on down here. It's a party. |
| 00:45:12 | ALVIN: | You're not Jack Paar spies, are you? |
| 00:45:15 | MAN: | Hey, hey. (laughs) |
| 00:45:27 | SUSIE: | Hey. Miriam. Miriam! What is all this? |
| 00:45:33 | MIDGE: | We're number one. |
| 00:45:35 | SUSIE: | What? |
| 00:45:36 | MIDGE: | Well, they are. I might be. |
| 00:45:37 | SUSIE: | What? |
| 00:45:38 | MIDGE: | I'm not sure yet. |
| 00:45:39 | SUSIE: | What? |
| 00:45:40 | MIDGE: | Someone down here is number one. |
| 00:45:43 | SUSIE: | What?! |
| 00:45:44 | MIDGE: | Jesus Christ. Come down here. |
| 00:45:53 | MIDGE: | We're number one. Gordon announced it at the end of the show. |
| 00:45:56 | SUSIE: | Wow, they did it. They really did it. |
| 00:45:57 | GORDON: | Hey, Maisel, get out here. |
| 00:45:59 | MIDGE: | Are-are you sure? |
| 00:46:01 | GORDON: | Well, you're on skates. |
| 00:46:02 | MIDGE: | Oh, no, I wore these to the office today. This is fashion. |
| 00:46:06 | MEL: | Yippee! |
| 00:46:08 | SUSIE: | Guess you're not fired. |
| 00:46:09 | MIDGE: | Guess not. |
| 00:46:11 | SUSIE: | Can you skate or is this really fashion? Well, seriously, it's less nuts than a lot of your other getups. |
| 00:46:16 | MIDGE: | I'll have you know I played a magic snowball in the Hadassah Women's Zionist Organization winter pageant, and Sonja Henie was there, and she strongly encouraged my parents to get me some lessons. |
| 00:46:24 | SUSIE: | Yeah, that's not a compliment. |
| 00:46:25 | MIDGE: | Fine. You watch. |
| 00:46:27 | SUSIE: | I'm watching. |
| 00:46:28 | ADAM: | We're number one, boys! |
| 00:46:29 | RALPH: | We're number one! Whoo! |
| 00:46:31 | ADAM: | Whoo! |
| 00:46:42 | WOMAN: | Hi! (laughing) |
| 00:46:59 | MIDGE: | Too cool for skates? |
| 00:47:02 | GORDON: | Not anymore, apparently. |
| 00:47:04 | MIDGE: | Need a medic? |
| 00:47:05 | GORDON: | Thanks, I'm good. |
| 00:47:06 | MIDGE: | I was a candy striper in college, so I have some medical skills. They called me the Enema Queen. |
| 00:47:11 | GORDON: | Well, I don't need one of those, but if I ever do… You're making me dizzy. |
| 00:47:16 | MIDGE: | Oh, if I had a nickel… |
| 00:47:19 | GORDON: | Okay, all right, maybe I need a little bit of help. |
| 00:47:21 | MIDGE: | Glad to be of service. Ooh! What was that? |
| 00:47:25 | GORDON: | What do you think? |
| 00:47:26 | MIDGE: | I… think you tried to kiss me. |
| 00:47:28 | GORDON: | Yeah, that's pretty much what that was. Didn't stick the landing, though. |
| 00:47:32 | MIDGE: | I'm sorry, but don't you hate me? |
| 00:47:34 | GORDON: | How could I hate those eyes, those lips? |
| 00:47:36 | MIDGE: | Toots Shor's. I yelled at you, a lot. |
| 00:47:38 | GORDON: | Are you kidding? That was fantastic. It was Tracy-Hepburn. Loy and Powell. Robinson-La Motta. |
| 00:47:43 | MIDGE: | In the paper it was more like, “Insubordinate nobody yells at major TV personality.” |
| 00:47:47 | GORDON: | Look at us now, number one. I won that argument, by the way. |
| 00:47:52 | MIDGE: | Oh, but that's… |
| 00:47:54 | GORDON: | Biting your tongue? |
| 00:47:55 | MIDGE: | No. |
| 00:47:56 | GORDON: | Well, then can I? |
| 00:47:57 | MIDGE: | Aren't you married? |
| 00:47:58 | GORDON: | I'm not that kind of married. |
| 00:47:59 | MIDGE: | Mm, I think that's what my husband told his girlfriend before he became my ex-husband. |
| 00:48:03 | GORDON: | He sounds like a cad. |
| 00:48:07 | MIDGE: | Your butt getting cold? |
| 00:48:08 | GORDON: | I'll admit, I can't feel it, but you can, if you want. |
| 00:48:11 | MIDGE: | And with that, she skated off into the sunset. |
| 00:48:24 | MIDGE: | This is a sight I never thought I'd see. |
| 00:48:26 | SUSIE: | Yeah, well, Sonja Henie told me to take lessons, too. I told her to suck it, Norwegian style. And I gotta hit the john. |
| 00:48:33 | MIDGE: | There's one by the skate rental. |
| 00:48:34 | SUSIE: | A toilet that's been peed on by a million little kids who can't get their tights down in time? No thanks. I'll find something sanitary. |
| 00:48:55 | OFFICE GIRL: | Mike, you seen George? I've looked all over. He needs to sign this. |
| 00:48:58 | MIKE: | Yeah, bet he does. (sighs) Give me. Been forging George's goddamn signature for ten goddamn years. Illegible G, loopy R. |
| 00:49:11 | SUSIE: | Hey there, Mike. |
| 00:49:12 | MIKE: | I just wanna know, is yours the last face I'll see in this life? |
| 00:49:16 | SUSIE: | I just wanted to say congratulations. Not bad, number one. |
| 00:49:19 | MIKE: | Yeah, doesn't stink. |
| 00:49:21 | SUSIE: | Why aren't you celebrating? |
| 00:49:22 | MIKE: | I booked Truman Capote for next week, but he's doing Jack Paar this week, so I gotta cancel 'cause we got a rule. And Doris Day's ostrich got sick, so she postponed. Yeah, she's got an ostrich. And the British band that I don't even like fell out because their drummer died in a hot air balloon accident. My talent board is a mess, and my talent board is all I care about. |
| 00:49:42 | SUSIE: | Well, that and the Christmas tree lot. |
| 00:49:43 | MIKE: | It's a farm, not a lot. |
| 00:49:44 | SUSIE: | I stand corrected. |
| 00:49:47 | MIKE: | You know, we're bringing Sophie Lennon back this week. |
| 00:49:49 | SUSIE: | I did not know. |
| 00:49:52 | MIKE: | She's a good guest. People tune in for her, so… thanks. |
| 00:49:56 | SUSIE: | I'm sorry, little louder? |
| 00:49:58 | MIKE: | You really drop her? After getting her on that game show? All that's true? |
| 00:50:02 | SUSIE: | I have my priorities. |
| 00:50:04 | MIKE: | What about the money? |
| 00:50:05 | SUSIE: | Money comes, money goes. |
| 00:50:08 | MIKE: | Let's lunch next week, if you're available. |
| 00:50:11 | SUSIE: | Really? A real lunch? |
| 00:50:13 | MIKE: | Yeah, a real lunch. |
| 00:50:14 | SUSIE: | I don't have to make it? Someone else will? |
| 00:50:16 | MIKE: | Yes. |
| 00:50:16 | SUSIE: | And it's not lunch where I show up, and you say, “Fuck off, keep walking”? |
| 00:50:21 | MIKE: | Closing my door now. |
| 00:50:22 | SUSIE: | My girl'll call your girl. |
| 00:51:36 | MIDGE: | (sighs) |
| 00:51:44 | MIDGE: | Ethan. You're supposed to be on spot three tonight. |
| 00:51:49 | ETHAN: | Did you know about the Park Slope plane crash? |
| 00:51:52 | MIDGE: | Been spending time with Grandpa? |
| 00:51:54 | ETHAN: | He told me about the torsos. |
| 00:51:56 | MIDGE: | Yep. |
| 00:51:57 | ETHAN: | And tigers escape from zoos and get hit by lightning. |
| 00:52:01 | MIDGE: | Go to sleep, baby. I'll keep the tigers out. |
| 00:52:03 | ETHAN: | And the torsos? |
| 00:52:04 | MIDGE: | And the torsos. |
| 00:53:15 | (knock on door) | |
| 00:53:16 | MOISHE: | Yup. |
| 00:53:21 | SHIRLEY: | (crying) Moishe… |