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==Goodnights / Epilogue== |
==Goodnights / Epilogue== |
Revision as of 20:46, 20 July 2021
Cold open
Seymour opens the elevator. Mildred and another passenger get off. | |
Seymour | Main studio entrance. |
Passenger | Yeah. |
Seymour | Okay, have a nice day. |
Clifford talks to Bobo, who holds a clipboard. | |
Clifford | Okay, this is your first day on the job. Let's go over this one more time, okay? |
Bobo | Yes, yes. Uh, I am the security guard. |
Clifford | Mm-hm. |
Bobo | My job is to keep unwanted and/or suspicious characters from entering these premises. |
Clifford | Good, good. Now how do you know they can enter? |
Bobo | Ooh, good one. Uh, I sniff their musk glands, and if the scent is familiar, I let them in. |
A beat. | |
Clifford | No, man, you check the list! |
Bobo | Oh! Oh yes, check the list! |
Clifford | If their name is not on the list, you don't let them in. Comprendo? |
Bobo | Yes, yes, comprendo. (repeats to self) If their name is not on the list, I don't let them in. If their name is not on the list, I don't let them in. |
Clifford | Okay, okay, you got it, you got it. (walks) |
Bobo | (stops Clifford) Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hold it up there, big fella. |
Clifford | What? |
Bobo | Where do you think you're going? |
Clifford | I'm going inside, man. I got a show to do. |
Bobo | Uh … sorry, sir, your name is not on the list. |
Clifford | Aw, come on! I gotta host the show. |
Bobo | Hello? If your name is not on the list, you don't get in. |
Clifford | Hello? If my name is not on your paycheck, you don't get paid. |
A beat. | |
Bobo | Have a good day, sir. |
Clifford walks along. |
Theme
Kermit opens the doors to the Muppet Theater. | |
Kermit | It's Muppets Tonight, with our very special guest star, Billy Crystal! YAAAYY! |
He is immediately trampled by theater patrons. Clifford sings the theme song while wandering through the dressing room to the control room to the stage, as Jowls whistles. Clifford reaches the stage, goes to a wall and throws a switch which lights up the show's title. |
Opening
Main stage. Clifford enters to applause. | |
Announcer | Here's the host of our show, Clifford! |
Clifford | Yeah. Hey! Good evening, good evening. Welcome to Muppets Tonight, the show critics everywhere are calling... Muppets Tonight. Ha ha ha ha. Our guest this evening is a funny man, yet a humble man. A comedian who hasn't let stardom go to his head-- |
Billy | (off-screen) Introduce me already! |
Clifford | All right. Mr. Billy Crystal! |
Applause. Billy, dressed as a gladiator, makes a grand entrance on a bed carried by four pigs. | |
Clifford | Give it up! |
Billy | Down, down, down. |
They lower him. He gets off the bed and flexes for the crowd. | |
Clifford | Billy, Billy, Billy, yo, yo, yo. Welcome to Muppets Tonight. |
Billy | Muppets Tonight? Buddy told me I'm doing American Gladiators. Where's Nitro? |
Clifford | No, man, it's the Muppets. |
Billy | Oh, great. I'm allergic to felt. I mean, look at me. I'm all buffed up and no place to go. I look like the Michelin man here. |
Clifford looks confused. | |
Billy | I'm kidding. It's a joke. Did you see what I did? |
Clifford | Yeah, you did it. |
Billy | I wore this whole thing for you guys, 'cause I love the Muppets. I'm glad to be here. |
Clifford | Well, we love you too, Billy. |
Billy | Well, great! |
Clifford | You know, I make a point of going out to see all of your movies. |
Billy | Oh, good. What's your favorite? |
Clifford | When Harry Met Sally. |
Billy | Oh, that's a good movie. |
Clifford | Boy, and that Meg Ryan? Mmm, mmm, mmm. |
Billy | Yeah, she's cute. |
Clifford | Yeah, you ought to know. Mmm, mmm, mmm. |
Billy | Don't go there. |
Clifford | All right, I won't. (chuckles) |
Billy | You know, it's a funny thing. We had a very good chemistry together in that movie, Meg and I. |
Clifford | Uh huh. |
Billy | But uh, the director, Rob Reiner, well, we weren't really his first choice at first. |
Clifford | Get out of here! |
Billy | I swear. We both screen tested with different actors and actresses. |
Clifford | Huh? |
Billy | I brought with me … |
Clifford | Mm-hm. |
Billy | … a very rare screen test of me and an actress that you know real well. You want to see it? |
Clifford | Yeah! |
Billy | Alright, let's roll the clip. |
The monitor is lowered behind Billy. | |
Clifford | Uh, Billy? Over here. |
Billy | Oh. Ha ha ha. |
A clip is shown on the monitor. Rob holds a slate. | |
Rob Reiner Muppet | Alright, come on, let's get this now. I'm — I'm right on the edge here, I could go either way. Alright. And the next one that calls me "Meathead" is going to get it! When Harry Met Sally screen test, take 73. (clap!) Action! |
Pan over to Billy and Piggy sitting at a table. A waiter takes her order. | |
Miss Piggy | Alrighty, now, I'd also like to have that with the, uh, mayo and onions on the side, and uh, and French fries on the side, and, oh, oh, coleslaw on the side-- |
Billy | You know what, Sally? You are what my mother would call a good eater. The only thing you didn't order was a side of beef. |
Miss Piggy | Oh, oh, that's a good idea. A side of beef. |
Waiter | On the side? |
Billy | There's no more room on the side. Put it right in the middle so she won't have to reach. (to Piggy) Let me put new words in your vocabulary, okay — "I'm full." Try this whole sentence-- "No, I couldn't possibly eat more marble cake." |
Miss Piggy | (sarcastic) Ha ha ha. So, Casanova, what happened with your hot date last night? |
Billy | Oh, Sally, it was a disaster. She canceled. She had a bad cold. |
Miss Piggy | Are you sure she had a cold? |
Billy | (falsetto) Yes, I'm sure she had a cold. (normal) I heard her sneeze, twice. |
Miss Piggy | (laughs) Harry, Harry, Harry, your naiveté is tres amusant. Did you ever think she may have faked the sneeze to get out of the date with you? Hmm? |
Billy | Faked a sneeze? |
Miss Piggy | Yes, yes. |
Billy | No way. |
Miss Piggy | Listen, Harry, take it from moi, most women at one time or another have faked a sneeze to get out of a date. |
Billy | Really? Well, excusez-moi, Miss "I'm jealous of Babe" — you don't think I can tell the difference between a real? sneeze and a fake sneeze? |
Miss Piggy | (leans in) No. |
Billy | Pfft. Get outta here. (laughs) |
Miss Piggy | (feigning a sneeze) Ah... Ohh... Ohh... Ahh... Ohh... |
Billy | You okay? |
She hams it up, getting out of her chair. The other patrons stare at her. | |
Miss Piggy | Ohh... Ohhhhh... Ohh, ohh, ohh... Ohh... Ohh... Ohh... Ah...Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah...Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah...Ah... Ah...Ah... (sneezes right in his face) Ahhhhh-chooooo! |
She goes back to her table, humming. | |
Miss Piggy | (sighs) |
Billy | (imitates her) |
Patron (LCR) | Waiter, I'll have what she's having, only less pepper. |
Switch to the nursing home. | |
Statler | Mm, there's a lot to be said for this program. |
Waldorf | Too bad you can't say it on a family show. |
They chuckle. |
Backstage
Nigel | (into the mic) Roll three, take five, and go! Somebody get me a coffee! |
"Tales from the Vet" plays on the monitor. Nigel addresses Andy and Randy. | |
Nigel | Alright, boys, boys. Now, I have a very easy task for you, alright? |
Andy | Good, that doesn't sound so hard. |
Randy | No, I thought it was going to be much worse. |
Nigel | No, I haven't explained it yet! |
Andy | Oh. |
Nigel | Alright. Now, this is a button-- |
Randy | Wait, wait, slow down! |
Nigel | (sigh) Now, this is a button! You press it once, and the house lights will go on. |
Andy | Oh. |
Nigel | You press it again, and the house lights will-- |
Andy | Hey — what happens when you press these two buttons? (presses one) |
Nigel | No, not that one!! |
The panel flips up and whacks Nigel. | |
Andy & Randy | Cool! |
Randy | Oh, wow. |
Meanwhile, Clifford leads Billy backstage. | |
Clifford | Oh, man, I love it! Come on, I can't get enough of it. Come on, tell me how I look. Come on, do it again. |
Billy | Oh, please, don't make me do it again, please? |
Clifford | My mom told me that used to be funny. |
Billy | Okay, last time for your mom. |
Clifford | All right, for my mom. |
Billy | (as Fernando) Cliff, darling, with your crazy Katzenjammer hair, you look marvelous. Ha ha ha ha. |
Clifford | Yeah, that's great. |
Billy walks away; Clifford stops him. | |
Clifford | No, no, no — how would Muhammad Ali respond to that? |
Billy | Oh, Cliff, come on-- |
Other Muppets gather around. | |
Man (FO) | He's gonna do Ali. He's gonna do Ali! Ali! |
Muppets | (chant) Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali! Ali! |
Billy | Okay, okay, okay. (imitates Muhammad Ali) Everybody's talking about Joe Frazier. I don't want to talk about Joe Frazier. I like your show, I admire your style, but your pay's so cheap, I ain't gonna be back for a while. |
The others laugh. | |
Man (FO) | That's good. Hey, have him — have him do Sammy. |
Clifford | Yeah? Billy? Billy? |
Billy | Yeah? |
Clifford | What if Sammy Davis Jr. walked in the room? |
Man (FO) | Yeah, yeah. |
Rizzo | Do Sammy! Come on, come on, come on! |
Clifford | Do it, do it. |
Rizzo | Yeah. |
Billy | (imitating Sammy) Alright, I'll do Sammy, my little cheddar-chomping chum. |
Rizzo | (laughs) |
Clifford | (laughs) |
Billy | I love being in show business, which is the business of doing a show. Especially with you Moppets, and I mean that. I'm excited. |
Muppets | (laugh) |
Clifford | See, now that's what we want for the closing number. |
Billy | Closing number? Well, you know, I've done that so many times, I'd really like to do something different. Let me throw something at you. |
Rizzo | Watch out, everybody! He's got a grenade! |
Rizzo and Clifford duck. The other Muppets scatter. | |
Billy | No, no, no, no. |
Clifford | Fellas, come back. Come back here. Come here. Come on, now. |
Clifford and Rizzo get up. | |
Billy | Come on — I want to play some jazz. |
Rizzo | Oh. |
Billy | You know, like a musical number, an old-fashioned jazz number. I got my own band coming. Big names. They're gonna be here in about 10 minutes. Huh? |
Clifford | Sounds good to me. |
Billy | Great. |
Clifford | Uh, but you know what would be even better? |
Billy | What's that? |
Clifford | If Muhammad Ali could be the band leader. |
Billy | No, no, Cliff, I don't want to, please. |
Billy walks away; Clifford and Rizzo follow him and continue to hound him. Meanwhile, Dr. Phil van Neuter approaches Andy and Randy at the smoKing panel. | |
Phil | Did somebody call for a doctor? (looks down) Oh, oh! |
He picks up Nigel, with a scrunched-up nose. | |
Phil | Oh, yes, an excellent choice for reconstructive surgery. Mulch! |
Nigel | Cue the musical number. |
Phil | Yes, excellent choice. (presses a button) |
"The Lion Sleeps Tonight"
Open on a jungle at night. A lion yawns and relaxes. A lizard sings the opening refrain of "The Lion Sleeps Tonight", soon joined by other animals. A baboon sings the first verse, backed by parrots and even flowers. The lion covers his ears. | |
Lion (FO) | Aw, come on, guys. I gotta work in the morning. |
A zebra and gazelle join the song. The lion uses pillows to cover his ears. | |
Lion (FO) | Oh, please! Please, I'm exhausted! |
The singing continues. | |
Lion (FO) | Will you knock it off! |
As the tempo increases, the lion starts chasing the animals away. | |
Lion (FO) | Stop singing! Stop singing! Bernie, stop it! Stop it! |
Clifford comes out from backstage. | |
Clifford | Hey, what's happenin'? You guys didn't finish the song. |
He is trampled by the stampede. | |
Clifford | Come on, man--oof! |
Sam the Eagle | Clifford, Clifford, get up! Get up! We have a major problem. |
Clifford | Oh! You're telling me, Sammy. |
Sam the Eagle | I'm about to do my first political commentary program, and two of my distinguished guests-- CNN's Larry King and our very own Mr. Poodlepants-- have not yet shown up! (shakes Clifford) |
Clifford | So what you're scopin' out for is two happenin' cats to hang out with you on your rap show. |
Sam the Eagle | I have no idea what you're talking about. Just get me two guests for my show. Please, please. |
Clifford | You don't want just anybody. |
Sam the Eagle | Yes, yes. I'm desperate. I'll take anyone. |
Clifford | Well, in that case, I got just the guys for you. |
Sam the Eagle | Oh! Oh, oh, good. Thank you. And, Mr. Larry King had better have a VERY good excuse for standing me up. Humph! |
Clifford | Uh-huh. |
He glances up at the control room, where Andy and Randy tamper with the machinery and cause more electrical damage. |
Lobby
Larry King enters through the doors and walks up to Bobo. | |
Larry King | Hoo hoo hoo hoo. Hey, I'm Larry King. I'm a guest on The Muppet Show tonight. Buzz me right in. |
Bobo | Uh, I'm sorry, sir. Uh, your name again? |
Larry King | King. Larry King. What are you doing? They're expecting me inside. I gotta get in. Come on. |
Bobo | Alrighty, alright. (looks at list) |
Larry King | King. Larry King. |
Bobo | Larry King. I got a Larry Keen... and I got a Larry Klimas. No King, sir. Sorry. Have a good day, huh? |
Larry King | I don't believe this. Listen, I'm Larry King. I'm on in 220 countries. |
Bobo | Oh, you tipped your hand there. Oh, yeah. I know you're a phony. Ha ha ha ha ha! |
Larry King | What are you talking about? |
Bobo | Uh huh, uh huh. I happen to know for a fact that there are only 191 countries. Here. Let me show you... (picks up a globe) Now, uh, right, uh, right here, Larry. Looky here. (points) There's one... |
Larry King | I don't believe this. |
Bobo | There's two... two, and … there's another one, look, another one. Three. |
Larry King | (points) Four here. |
The Eagle's Nest
Open on Sam, Andy and Randy sitting at a desk. The theme music plays as the pigs butt heads with each other. | |
A. Ligator | And now it's time for politics and punditry, from The Eagle's Nest. |
Sam the Eagle | Uh--ahem. Good day. I am Sam Eagle, and let's talk politics. Our distinguished panel today includes Messrs. Andy and Randy Pig. |
They razz at each other. | |
Andy | Hey, wait, you're a (razz)! |
Randy | No, you're a (razz)! |
Andy | No, you're a double (razz)! with a (razz) on top. |
Randy | Am not! |
Andy | You are too! |
Sam the Eagle | Will you stop that!? |
They quiet down and sit. | |
Sam the Eagle | Ahem. Our topic today is taxes. What is your opinion of the new tax bill? |
Andy | My name isn't Bill. |
Randy | Yeah, why are you calling him Bill? His name is Randy. |
Andy | I'm not Randy. I'm Andy. |
Randy | Good. Then I must be Bill. |
Sam the Eagle | No, no, no, no, no! A tax bill in the House! |
Randy | Why do you want to attack Bill in his house? |
Andy | That's tellin' him, Bill. |
Randy | Thanks, Bill. |
Sam the Eagle | (facepalms) And they say purgatory doesn't exist. |
Mr. Poodlepants | Here I am! Here I am! Oh, I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Eagle. You know, the Twirly-woo Trolley stopped me at Checkpoint Chuckle, 'cause I didn't have my nonny-nonny passport! (laughs) |
Sam the Eagle | Unfortunately, that explanation is the most logical thing I've heard in the past five minutes. Mr. Poodlepants ... |
Mr. Poodlepants | Yes? |
Sam the Eagle | ...what is your opinion of taxes? |
Mr. Poodlepants | Oh, Texas, the longhorn state! And speaking of long horns... Woo-hoo! |
He whips out a large Viking horn and blows it. | |
Randy | (looks up) Avalanche! |
Andy | Run for your lives, Bill! |
Randy | I'm way ahead of you, Bill! |
They both run away, along with Mr. Poodlepants. | |
Sam the Eagle | Don't be ridiculous! We're in a sound stage. There's not going to be-- |
An avalanche of snow falls on him. The theme music resumes. | |
Sam the Eagle | I'll get you for this, Larry King, wherever you are. |
Back in the lobby, Larry watches as Bobo continues pointing to countries on the globe. | |
Bobo | Uh, there you go. 172... And there's, uh, 173. |
Larry King | (sigh) |
Bobo | And, uh, 174. |
Larry King | Wait, wait, wait! |
Bobo | Hmm? |
Larry King | St. Kitts and Nevis are two countries. |
Bobo | No, no. No, sir. No, Larry. It's a constitu-- (Larry interrupts) No. No. Constitutional monarchy. Single federation. (Larry rolls his eyes) Let's see--oh. Oh, great. Great. I--I lost my place. Okay... There we go. There's one... there's two... You following me, Larry? You with me? |
Music button. |
"City Shtickers"
Open on a western setting. Billy, Fozzie and Kermit ride horses while driving a herd of cattle. | |
A. Ligator | And now, in the tradition of Punsmoke and Sappy Trails, Muppets Tonight presents Billy Crystal in City Schtickers. |
Billy | Well, here we are, three big city comedians on a cattle drive, huh? |
Fozzie | (nods with Kermit) Yeah. |
Kermit | You know, this is exactly what we needed. Just smell that fresh country air. |
Billy | Fresh country air? I smell stale dairy air. |
Fozzie | Ah! Ah! |
Kermit | (groans) |
Billy | Did you see what I did, Kermit? I took what you said, "the country air," and I made it "dairy," 'cause of the cows and into a, a joke... ooh, rough canyon, I'll tell you that right now. |
Horse (KC) | Hey, quit horsing around! |
Fozzie, the horses and cattle all laugh. | |
Billy | Hey, it's bad when the horses are funnier than us, huh? Let's sing! |
The three of them sing a verse of "Ragtime Cowboy Joe". | |
Billy | Boy, that ended quick. I must have been channeling Roy Rogers. |
Fozzie | Hey, I think the cows liked it. |
Kermit | I dunno. That cow in the maternity dress didn't like it. |
Fozzie | Oh, no no. Cows don't wear maternity dresses... |
Kermit | No? |
Fozzie | ...they wear moo-moos. |
Kermit | (groans) |
Billy | (brings the drive to a stop) Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! |
Fozzie | Whoa! Whoa! |
Billy | Let's make a pact, okay? The next one who says a pun gets it right between the eyes. Okay? 'Cause I'm gettin' steamed. |
One of the cows moos. | |
Kermit | Oh, hey, Billy, you have to do something. That cow back there is about to have a ??calf. |
Billy | I can't do anything. I ordered a decaf. |
Kermit and Fozzie groan. | |
Billy | But I –– (flusters) You got me doing it. |
Cow (LCR) | Billy! Please! Help me! (faints) |
Billy | Alright, I'll do it. I'll deliver the calf. |
Fozzie | And if you don't deliver it in 30 minutes, we get it free. |
A beat. | |
Billy | STOP IT! (Fozzie flinches) |
Fozzie | Sorry. |
Billy gets off the horse and attends to the cow. He pulls up Animal. | |
Billy | Hey! Look what I made! I made a... |
Animal | Mommy! Mommy! |
Billy | I made a mistake, that's what I made. (shoves Animal away and gets back on the horse) Come on, let's sing, 'cause we have no ending. |
Kermit | Good idea. |
They resume singing "Ragtime Cowboy Joe", until ... | |
Bull (JN) | No more singing! Stampede! |
Kermit | Oh, no! |
The cattle stampede away, rattling the three rustlers. Switch to the nursing home. | |
Statler | That bit was breathtaking. |
Waldorf | Careful. You may not have too many left. |
They chuckle. | |
Statler | Nurse, my medication! Get my nitroglycerin! |
A nurse sets off a detonator, and Statler explodes right on the spot. | |
Waldorf | (to nurse) I'll just have a glass of warm milk. |
The nurse laughs. |
The Tubmans of Porksmith
Carter makes his way to Howard with a piece of paper. Howard sits at the table, snacking away on an ear of corn. | |
Carter | Sir? |
A. Ligator | And now, the continuing saga of America's oldest and fattest family, The Tubmans of Porksmith. |
Carter | Mr. Tubman, sir … |
Howard | Yes? |
Carter | I have terrible news. |
Howard | (gasp) Don't tell me we're out of gooseberries again. Carter, how many times do I have to tell you? Buy in bulk. If you're not buying in bulk, you're gonna find that — |
Carter | No, sir — it's a telegram. Your great aunt Polly has died. |
Howard | (gasp) … Oh, that's awful. (pause) … Pass the head cheese, would you, Carter? |
Carter | But — you don't understand, sir. She's left you ten million dollars. |
Howard | (pounds the table) Oh, this is EXCELLENT! Oh! Oh! |
Carter | But sir, there's a catch. |
Howard | What? |
Carter | (hands him the paper) It says … |
Howard | It says … |
Carter | … you'll only get the money … |
Howard | "… only get the money …" |
Both | "…if you lose 100 pounds by noon on Tuesday the 12th." |
Howard | (looks at him) — Good grief, Carter! Today IS Tuesday the 12th! |
Carter | Mm. |
Howard | And it's almost noon! Quick, quick! The treadmill! Come on! (gets up) |
Carter | Yes — oh — I'll help you, sir. (strains) |
Howard | Push the table out. |
Carter | Just — uh — okay. (strains) |
Howard | No, no, no — here — grab a hold. Grab a hold. I'm here. Pull! (grabs his neck) |
Carter | Okay, sir — oh no, not — not the neck, sir. |
They strain. Howard finally pops out of the chair. | |
Howard | Pull! Pull me — oof! |
Moments later, Howard runs on the treadmill. | |
Howard | Okay, Carter … |
Carter | Hmm? |
Howard | … how am I doing? |
Carter | Uh, not very good, sir. |
Howard | What? |
Carter | You've only lost six ounces so far. |
Howard | Well, then crank it up faster. |
Carter | Yes, sir. (pulls a lever) |
Howard | There you go. That'll do it. How am I doing? |
Carter | Well, a little better. You're up to eight ounces. |
Howard | Well, at this rate, I'll never get that inheritance! (pants) Alright, turn it up full speed! |
Carter | But — but, sir … |
Howard | Do it, man! |
Carter | Very well, sir. (pulls the lever) |
Howard | Okay! (feels pulse) 2000 beats per minute! Is that good? |
Carter | Um, well, sir, you've actually gained two pounds. |
Howard | Oh, this'll never do! Turn this blasted thing off! |
Carter | Um, very well, sir. |
He stops the machine. Howard immediately lands on the wall, opening a small door containing a cache of small pastries. | |
Howard | Oh! Oh! Oh, it's raining cheesecake! Oh! Oh! |
Carter | Sir, another telegram. |
Howard | What? |
Carter | Your aunt Polly has recovered. |
Howard | Well, that's impossible! She's dead! (pants) |
Carter | But you know how very stubborn she is. |
Howard | Yes, yes, okay. Well. So much for the million dollars. |
Carter | Hmm. |
Howard | But let's look on the bright side. Yes, the bright side … is I've worked up a powerful appetite. Bring on the chicken and dumplings, Carter! And don't skimp on the gravy like you did last time! |
Carter | Very well, sir. (leaves) |
Music button. | |
Howard | (breathes) Yes! |
Lobby
Sal leads Johnny through the lobby. | |
Sal | Johnny Fiama, comin' through! Make way for Johnny Fia-- |
The jungle animals from earlier run past, chased by the lion. | |
Animals | ♪ a-wimoweh ... ooh ooh... |
Bobo | (nonchalant) Okay. Take care. Bye-bye. |
Lion (FO) | (roars) |
Bobo | Right back at you, buddy. Bye-bye. |
A beat. | |
Sal | Johnny Fiama! Comin' through! |
Bobo | (stops him) Hold it up there, J. Fred Muggs. Where do you think you're goin'? |
Sal | This is Johnny Fiama! He's booked on tonight's show, so get out of the way, Smokey the Butt-head! |
Bobo | That's one. Let me?? take a look at my list here. (looks at clipboard) Let's see, we got Johnny Depp,?? uh, Johnny Ola, ??Larry King –– oh? Oh, he is on the list. |
Sal | Hey, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, you got Johnny Fiama waiting' over here! He's a very important performer. So, hurry it up, Yogi the--the... Butt-head! |
Bobo | That's two. |
Sal | Listen to me, bear. You let Johnny Fiama in, or I'm gonna make a throw rug out of you and put you in Johnny's bathroom, you--you grizzly... |
Bobo | Butt-head? |
Sal | Yeah! |
Bobo | And that's three. (grabs Sal) Come here, you... little monkey. |
Johnny | Hey, Sal, I just checked the schedule. I'm not on the show tonight, huh. Ain't that a laugh? |
Bobo whacks Sal against the desk. | |
Sal | Y-y-yeah, that's funny, Johnny! |
Johnny | Hey, come on, Sal. Quit foolin' around with your new buddy. Let's get out of here, huh? |
Bobo throws Sal out the door; Sal lands in traffic. | |
Sal | Johnny Fiama's leaving the building! |
Johnny | Hey, Sal, that is one nutty way to stop a cab. (laughs) |
Billy's jazz number
Nigel sits at the control panel with a bandaged nose. | |
Nigel | Alright, ready to cue camera one... |
Techie (BB) | Cue camera one. |
Nigel | Let's set up for the bison bossa nova in 3, 2, 1, cue. |
Techie (BB) | Cue. |
Nigel | (flails) What? No! Camera one! |
Clifford and Rizzo enter the control room. | |
Clifford | You tell Billy the bad news. |
Rizzo | No way! You tell him. |
Clifford | No, you tell him. |
Rizzo | Why should I have to tell him? |
Clifford | Because I'm the man, and you're the rat. I got genetic seniority. |
Rizzo | Oh, brother... |
Billy | What bad news? |
They see him and become sheepish. | |
Rizzo | Uh ... Soylent Green is people? |
Billy | Everybody knows that. |
Rizzo | Oh. |
Billy | Come on, what's the bad news? They shot Sonny on the causeway? |
Clifford & Rizzo | Uh... |
Billy | The National League adopted the DH? |
Clifford & Rizzo | Ehh... |
Billy | We're not in Kansas anymore? |
Clifford & Rizzo | Err... |
Billy | What is it? |
Clifford | It's about the big all-star band you put together. |
Billy | Oh, I know, I'm excited, too. (as Ricky) This band is unbelievable, ha-ha! |
Rizzo | You tell him. |
Clifford | No, you tell him. |
Rizzo | No, you tell him. |
Clifford | No, you tell him, man. |
Rizzo | I'm not gonna tell him... |
Billy | Fellas! Fellas! Somebody just tell me. |
Rizzo | Aw, they didn't show up. You don't have a band. No band, no bee-bop, Billy. |
Clifford | Yeah. I guess we have to cancel the number. |
Billy | Wait a second. Wait –– we don't have to cancel the number. We can still do the number. |
Clifford & Rizzo | How? |
Billy | I'll do it with you guys. |
Rizzo | Oh, no, I'm not very musical –– I can't even clap. (tries) |
Billy | Oh, you'd be surprised, Rizzo, how much music you have inside you. And Clifford, you got a lot of jazz in you. |
Rizzo | Ah! |
Clifford | So that's what kept me up all night. |
Billy | Yeah! I mean, we can do this number. See, jazz is a feeling. It's deep inside you. We can do this. |
All | Hmm. Hmm. |
Billy | First you take some skins ... |
He bangs on Andy and Randy's heads like bongos; they giggle. | |
Billy | Jazz begins! |
A drum beat starts. | |
Billy | And you take a bass ... |
He plucks Rizzo's tail. Clifford laughs. | |
Billy | Now we're gettin' someplace! |
Clifford | Yeah! |
Billy | Take a rat ... |
He strokes Rizzo's tummy like a guitar; Rizzo giggles. | |
Billy | Make him scat ... |
Rizzo | (scats) |
Billy | ♪ Take a blue horn, New Orleans born ... |
Fade to a jazz band consisting of Clifford on bass, Randy on horn, Zoot on sax, Billy on clarinet, Mr. Poodlepants on piano, and Animal on drums. | |
Billy | Yeah! Take a stick. (plays) |
Clifford | Man, what a lick! |
Animal | Lick! Lick! Lick! |
Billy | Take a bone! |
Mr. Poodlepants | (scats) |
Billy | ET, phone home! |
Randy | Zoo-bop! |
Billy | Take a spot. |
Animal | (scats) |
Billy | Oy vey! That was hot! |
Clifford | (scats) |
Billy | ♪ Now you has... |
All | ♪ Jazz! Jazz! Jazz! Jazz! Jazz! |
Billy plays a clarinet solo. | |
Animal | Aw, get mad, Billy! Yeah! |
Mr. Poodlepants | Way to go, Billy! |
Clifford | Do it, Mr. Billy! |
Billy | All right! |
Clifford | Bil-ly! |
Billy | Ha ha! Can you dig it? |
Beatnik (BB) | Yes, I can! |
Billy | I knew that you could! |
Clifford | Ha ha-ha-ha! |
Billy | ♪ From the equator ... |
Others | ♪ From the equator ... |
Billy | ♪ Up to the pole ... |
Others | ♪ Up to the pole ... |
Billy |
♪ Everybody's singin', everybody's swingin' |
Others | ♪ East to the West ... |
Billy | ♪ From the coast to the coast ... |
Others | ♪ Coast to the coast ... |
Billy |
♪ Jazz is the king, jazz is the thing |
Others | Folks! |
Billy | Dig! |
Others | Dig! ♪ Most ... |
All | (scat) |
Billy | (Louis Armstrong voice) And that's jazz! |
Applause. | |
Billy | Yes! Did you feel that, Clifford? |
Clifford | I felt it all over my body. |
Billy | It came up from inside you. |
Clifford | Big time. |
Billy | Big time. |
Clifford | Big time. |
Billy | (laughs) |