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From: rsk@gynko.circ.upenn.edu (Rich Kulawiec)
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Date: 13 Oct 93 04:00:24 GMT
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv,alt.tv.mst3k,rec.answers,alt.answers,news.answers
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Subject: Mystery Science Theater 3000 Songs
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Archive-name: tv/mst3k/songs
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Version: "$Header: Songs,v 1.4 93/03/14 18:03:08 rsk Exp $"
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This list was compiled by Lisa Jenkins (jenkins@mhd1.moorhead.msus.edu),
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with help from various folks as noted below. I've done a sort-and-merge
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on it to produce this version.
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The following is a list of songs in the experiments, listed by season,
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production number and experiment name. Note that the production numbers used
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in the Comedy Channel 1989/90 season are from Best Brains' Experiment Guide
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and do not reflect the actual order the episodes were aired.
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All songs were originally found in the Satellite of Love Newsletter (SOLN)
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or on the USENET newsgroup alt.tv.mst3k.
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Theme songs
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"Love Theme from Mystery Science Theatre [sic] 3000"
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from opening of _Mystery Science Theater 3000_ on KTMA TV23.
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Lyrics: Joel Hodgson and Josh Weinstein
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Music: Charles Erickson and Joel Hodgson
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[Sung by "Joel and the Joels."]
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In the not-too-distant future--
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Next Sunday, A.D.--
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There was a guy named Joel,
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Not too different than you or me.
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He worked in a satellite loading bay,
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Just polishing switches to pay his way;
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He did his job well with a cheerful face,
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But his bosses didn't like him
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So they shot him into space.
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We'll send him cheesy movies,
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The worst ever made.
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Joel says when you got lemons,
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You make lemonade.
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Now keep in mind he can't control
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When the movies begin or end,
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Because he used the extra parts
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To make his robot friends.
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Robot roll-call--
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Cambot
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Servo
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Gypsy
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Crow!
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If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
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And other science facts,
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Just repeat to yourself it's just a show,
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I should really just relax
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For Mystery Science Theater 3000.
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"Love Theme from Mystery Science Theatre [sic]"
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from opening of _Mystery Science Theater 3000_ on The Comedy Channel and
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Comedy Central.
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Lyrics: Joel Hodgson and Josh Weinstein
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Music: Charles Erickson and Joel Hodgson
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[Sung by "Joel and the Joels."]
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In the not-too-distant future--
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Next Sunday A.D.--
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There was a guy named Joel,
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Not too different from you or me.
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He worked at Gizmonic Institute,
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Just another face in a red jumpsuit.
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He did a good job cleaning up the place,
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But his bosses didn't like him
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So they shot him into space.
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We'll send him cheesy movies,
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The worst we can find (la-la-la).
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He'll have to sit and watch them all,
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And we'll monitor his mind (la-la-la).
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Now keep in mind Joel can't control
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Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la)
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Because he used those special parts
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To make his robot friends.
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Robot Roll Call: (Let's go!)
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Cambot! (Pan left!)
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Gypsy! (Hi, girl!)
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Tom Servo! (What a cool guy!)
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Croooow! (What a wisecracker!)
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If you're wondering how he eats and breathes
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and other science facts (la la la),
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Then repeat to yourself, "It's just a show,
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I should really just relax
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For Mystery Science Theater 3000!"
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KTMA TV23 1988/1989 season
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January 1989 SST Death Flight
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"Death Flight Song" (before show)
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"Banana Boat Song"
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May 7, 1989 The Million Eyes of Su-Muru
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"Love Theme"
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Comedy Channel 1989/90 season
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103 Mad Monster (Commando Cody part 2)
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"Beverly Hillbillies Parody" (in movie)
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[In theater:]
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SERVO: Come'n listen to a story about a man named Jed,
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A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed,
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Then one day he was shootin' at some fooooooood--
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JOEL: And up from the swamp came a big ugly dude.
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SERVO: Wolfman, that is.
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Black teeth.
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[] face.
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Well, the next thing you know, old Jed's really scared.
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The kin folks said, "Jed, get away from there!"
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Said, "My cabin is the place you outta be,"
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So he loaded up his drawers and he told his family.
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
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104 Women of the Prehistoric Planet
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"Clay & Lar's Flesh Barn"
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: Hey, sirs. Uh, wha--what's up?
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[In Deep 13:]
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LARRY: Our income if this new gig works out.
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DR. FORRESTER: Yes. Larry and I have developed a new chain of fast food
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restaurants with very low overhead because we don't cook our food.
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LARRY: 'Cause frying and broiling takes out a lot of the neutrients.
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DR. FORRESTER: Yes. Uh, if your body likes another body, why don't you try
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one of our burgers a la natrale? It's, uh, ripped from the bone to your plate
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in seconds. It's Clay and Lar's Flesh Barn. Ha, ha. Uh, make with the
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lyrics, Larry. [picks up model of Flesh Barn]
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LARRY: [brings out guitar]
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If you're tired of the same old fare,
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You've got a friend named Clay and Lar.
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All our meat is guaranteed rare
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Because we don't cook it!
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DR. FORRESTER: You see, cooking takes out all the flavor.
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LARRY: If you're tired of cookin' at home,
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Try our meat right off the bone.
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If you listen, you can hear it moan
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Because we don't cook it!
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DR. FORRESTER: Stunned, killed right at your table, eviscerated, very fresh.
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LARRY: Now, there's no need for you to drive through,
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Our fresh meat will walk out to you.
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You'll say hi, you'll say moo,
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It's Clay and Lar's Flesh Barn.
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DR. FORRESTER: Fifteen locations to serve you, now in Altoona.
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
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109 Project Moonbase (Commando Cody parts 7 & 8)
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"Commando Cody Song"
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[In theater:]
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SERVO: You are watching Commando Cody
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And it's a new character from Republic.
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He gets in trouble every week
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But he's saved by editing.
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Just a tweak of the nipple sends him on his way
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A pumpkin head and a rocket-pack, he'll save the day.
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JOEL: His laboratory is a boxing ring.
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When bad guys come to mix it up,
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Somebody always gets kidnapped,
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And Cody has to fix it up.
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He drinks his tea at Al's cafe'
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And flies along on wires.
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He beats up crooks and flies with hooks
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And puts out forest fires.
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CROW: Bad guys beware, Cody is there.
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You'll like his hair, it's under his helmet 'cause we couldn't
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think of a good rhyme
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And that's the end of the Commando Cody theme song,
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So sit right back (and) with a will of granite
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And watch chapter 8 "The Enemy Planet."
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Transcribed by Lynn-Anne Friese.
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110 Robot Holocaust (Commando Cody part 9)
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"Human"
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Comedy Channel/Central 1990/91 season
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202 The Sidehackers
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"Sidehackin'"
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Music: The Brains
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[On the satellite:]
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[Crow is on guitar, Servo has drums]
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JOEL: [carries in Ultamate blue screen] All right, well. We've gotta really
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neat treat for you guys. We worked on some heavy charts about sidehackin'.
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Cambot, I want you to run that race footage in there? On the, uh, Chromakey.
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Okay, you guys--vamp.
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[music starts]
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JOEL: Yeah, I'm trapped up in outer space. Sometimes my life feels like a big
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pile of nothin'. So what? Word. I live with it. Dig it. But anyway, we
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[sic] and my bloods would like to wail out a song about our friends, the
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sidehackers. Goes like this:
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SERVO: 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
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JOEL: [sings]
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Sidehackin' is the thing to do
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When it doesn't hurt to have a low IQ.
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Take a life you like and a little love.
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The big band prize is twenty-five bucks.
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Sidehackin'll quench your danger thirst
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The stupid ones always seem to come in first, yeah.
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Sidehackin' is one big bash;
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The favorite sport of cheap white trash.
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When you're on your sidehack, make sure you don't slip;
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You'll end up with five metal pins in your hip.
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Lean way back 'til you scrape your butt;
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Make it look like a quarter-pound of ground chuck, yeah.
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Oh, sidehack it, Crow!
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[music breakdown]
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SERVO: Whoo! Oh, go, Crow!
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JOEL: It's a sport that attracts a lot of racing fools.
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A lot of people get hurt 'cause there are no rules.
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All you need is a toxic landfill,
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A cycle and a sidecar and an urge to kill.
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Better get with the sport 'cause it won't last long;
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The founders of this sport are at Forest Lawn.
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins, with help from Mitch Gelly and Dave Harris.
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"Love Pads the Film"
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: [carries in keyboard] Oh, brother!
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SERVO: Boy! What a depressing film!
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CROW: Yeah! Talk about nihilism. That's the second film in a row that had the
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hero die in the end.
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SERVO: Boy, we're never gonna snap outa this existential dilemma.
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JOEL: [begins to to play keyboard] Oh, I was afriad this would happen, so I
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brought this thing along.
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SERVO: Joel, why was the movie so *BAD*?!
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CROW: Yeah! It was cool in the beginning with the sidehacking, then it went
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right down the drain and they had to pad out the rest of the film with all
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that killing.
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JOEL: Oh, no, Crow. It wasn't killing that padded out the film.
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CROW: Huh?
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JOEL: Only love pads the film.
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[sings]
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When stories were young
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And dreams were not done
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A sorrow was so far away.
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A storybook scene
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With songs to be sung
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And life--life was just for today.
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SERVO: Oh, Joel!
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JOEL: But nothing lasts forever.
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Only love pads the film.
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Of all the dreams you'll treasure
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Only love--love pads the film.
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SERVO: Joel, may I?
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JOEL: Please.
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SERVO: [sings]
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The love that you made
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Were two hearts in one.
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Our flowers still blow in the wind.
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Crow.
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CROW: You give all you take--
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A day in the sun--
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But even the sun must descend.
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JOEL: Everybody, now. Come on.
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CROW: Ta-da!
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ALL: But nothing lasts forever.
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GYPSY: Forever.
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ALL: Only love--
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GYPSY: Only love--
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ALL: --pads the film.
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GYPSY: --pads the film.
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ALL: Of all the dreams you've treasured--
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GYPSY: Treasured--
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ALL: Only love--
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GYPSY: Only love--
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ALL: --love pads the film.
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GYPSY: --pads the film.
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SERVO: Oh, Gyps--
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JOEL: We may--the scientists are calling
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And now we'd better get going.
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
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204 Catalina Caper
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"Creepy Girl"
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Lyrics: The Brains
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Music: Michael J. Nelson
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[On the satellite:]
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[Servo watches a picture of Creepy Girl on the TV as Joel and Crow enter]
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SERVO: [sobs] Creepy Girl. [sniff] Oh, Creepy Girl, little--Creepy Girl.
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Boo hoo hoo hoo.
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JOEL: Geez. What's wrong, Tom Servo? You look as upset and downtrodden as a
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little robot with inarticulate limbs *CAN* look.
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SERVO: Oh, it's Creepy Girl, Joel. I just met a girl named Creepy Girl. And
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suddenly, I find--
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[music starts, lights dim]
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CROW: I smell a song comin' on!
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SERVO: Boo hoo hoo! Oh, Creepy Girl.
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[sings]
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Lyle Waggoner's a total jerk,
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second only to Tommy Kirk.
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Could you find it in your heart
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to love a 'bot like me-hee-heee?
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That fishy story you tell
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always makes me slee-hee-pyy,
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but that's just what I get
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for dating a girl that's cree-hee-pyyy!
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My Cree-hee-py Gir-hirl!
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[spoken]
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Oh, "C" is for that feeling of uncertainty for not quite knowing what ethnic
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group you're from. "R" is for the gifts you give me every time you smile.
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The first "E" is for--uh, well, I don't really know. But the second "E" is
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really a grammatical thing 'cause otherwise it would be "Crepy Girl," and
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where would that leave us? The "P" is definitely not for "platonic." And
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"Y?" Because I love you!
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[sings]
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My-hyyyyy--!
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Cree-hee-py Gir-hirl!
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[spoken]
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Oh, what are you Creepy Girl? Are you French, Italian, or one of those
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swarthy Gypsy-types? Haha. Well, you're accent suggests a romance language,
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but I can't be sure. Oh, we can definitely rule out a Germanic language. But
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it's okay! I am a 'bot without a country. All I know is that I love you! I
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want to shout it from the mountain tops! Uh, but, I'd have to get back down
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to Earth and actually *CLIMB* a mountain. Or they could just drop me off on a
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mountain. I don't care! That would be okay, because I just--need--*YOU*!
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[sings]
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My-yyyy. . . Cree-hee-py Gir-hirl!
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Won't you be mi-hee-hiiine?!
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I'll give you scrolls and fish
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and tinker-toys and wi-hee-hiiine!
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I'll ditch these guys
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if you'll be myyy Cree-hee-py Gir-HIRL!
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Be-hee mi-hine before
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moo-hoo-vie si-i-i-i-i--hi-i-i-i-i-ign!
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Whooo hoo yoooo hooo!
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Transcribed by J.D. Shull and Lisa Jenkins.
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206 Ring of Terror (Phantom Creeps part 3--appears *after* movie)
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"If Chauffeurs Ruled the World"
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Lyrics: Frank Conniff
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Music: Michael J. Nelson
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: Man, that was such an ordeal. What a cruel trick, making us watch a
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whole other movie again.
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CROW: Yeah, with each episode that Phantom Creeps gets more and more
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*RIDICULOUS*!
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SERVO: Yeah, I know. Who did that chauffeur think he was, thinking he could
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rule the world?
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CROW: Yeah!
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[In Deep 13:]
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FRANK: Hey, it wasn't my fault that we showed that Phantom Creep at the end.
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Dr. Forrester calls all the shots around here. If you ask me, that chauffeur
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had the right idea. As a matter of fact, I prepared a little number:
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[Spotlight on Frank who gets out of cardboard limo and dons chauffeur hat and
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white gloves. Dr. Forrester "sits" in back of limo reading paper.]
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FRANK: If chauffeurs ruled the world--
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it's what I'd like to see
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'cause everyone in the world
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would take a back seat to me.
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I wouldn't have to drive--
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I wouldn't have to steer--
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'cause all would bow down before me
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in total abject fear.
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All the gorgeous dames
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would worship at my feet!
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Why--I could have any one of them I want!
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Even Meryl Steep!
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I'd have complete respect
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of everyone on the planet
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including intellectuals,
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even Daved Mamet.
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[Frank dusts off cardboard car and Dr. Forrester who gets angry at this.]
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FRANK: Tell me, why do I have to take
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orders from this guy?
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I'd like to drop him a bucket of boiling grease
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and watch him slowly die.
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DR. FORRESTER: That's enough, Frank.
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FRANK: If chauffeurs ruled the world--
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DR. FORRESTER: That's enough, Frank! *FRANK!* [Picks up cardboard limo and
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dumps it over Frank's head.]
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FRANK: --is what I'd like to see--
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DR. FORRESTER: That's enough!
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FRANK: --'cause everyone in the world
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would take a back seat to me--Mommy!
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[Dr. Forrester dumps newspaper on top of Frank.]
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DR. FORRESTER: That's enough, Frank.
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: We think your song is--
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ALL: --*FABULOUS!*
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[In Deep 13:]
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FRANK: [choked with tears]
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If chauffeurs ruled the world,
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it's what I'd like to see,
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but I guess some other palooka will rule the world
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[snorts with tears]
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No, not me.
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DR. FORRESTER: Push the button, Judy Garland. [Frank sobs with tears.] Push
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the button, Frank.
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FRANK: Do you think the ACE Awards people are watching this?
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DR. FORRESTER: Oh, for crying out loud! [pushes button]
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins, with more stuff from Dave Harris.
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207 Wild Rebels
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"Wild Rebels Cereal"
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: We'll be back after this important message. Let's go!
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SERVO: Get the box, you ready? Cue!
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JOEL: *HEY KIDS!*
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[music starts]
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SERVO: Yeehoo!
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CROW: Whoo!
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SERVO: 1, 2. 1, 2, 3.
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ALL: We're Wild Rebels!
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Crunchy, fruity, rebels!
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Pouring milk on them is like shooting off a gun.
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JOEL: It's Wild Rebels cereal, the nutritious cereal that's like getting hit
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in the back of the head with a surf board of flavor.
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SERVO: Look! Marshmallow Fatties!
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CROW: Sugary Lindas!
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JOEL: I got tangy, twangy Banjos!
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SERVO: Crunchy Oat Rods!
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CROW: And cheaters too-- Die cheater *DIE*!!
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[music stops]
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MOM: Kids? What are you doing in there?
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ALL: Having a good breakfast, Mom!
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[music starts]
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SERVO: Pour on the milk! 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4.
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ALL: Wild Rebels!
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Punchy, crunchy rebels!
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Don't bust your teeth on something sweet and hard!
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JOEL: Wild Rebels cereal part of this complete breakfast.
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CROW: Hey! There's a cheap surprise inside!
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JOEL: I got a gun!
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SERVO: I got a sawed off pool cue with a leather strap!
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CROW: I got a chunck of hose filled with lead shot!
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SERVO: Awright! Let's take it home!
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ALL: They won't get soft or squishy.
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Better eat 'em or you're a sissy.
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Just pound 'em down you stupid clown--
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THEY'RE WILD....!!!!
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JOEL: Wild Rebels cereal, just eat 'em.
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ALL: Oh! We got movie sign!
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[In theater:]
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JOEL: Wow, fruity, kookie rebels
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SERVO: Umm hmmm, nutty.
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Transcribed by Johnny Klonaris and Lisa Jenkins.
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210 King Dinosaur (X Marks The Spot)
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"Joey the Lemur"
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: I wrote a song and sketch about the lemur.
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SERVO: All right. [clears throat]
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It's Joey the Lemur, the friend to mankind,
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Our furry sort of monkey friend who really does shine. Hey!
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JOEL: Joey the Lemur, he's really fun to have around to huggle and talk to
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and fun fun fun!
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CROW: Joey the Lemur, he'll run everywhere.
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Joey the Lemur, what kind of heck of animal is he anyway?
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Umh uh...Joey the Lemur, the kind of animal that would go to the
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bathroom anywhere.
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Joey--
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JOEL: Wait a minute, hold it!
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CROW: Huh?
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JOEL: Just hold it.
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CROW: But there's more!
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SERVO: Hey!
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JOEL: That's okay.
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CROW: Oh.
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JOEL: This is the lemur. Native to the Philippines and Madagascar, uh...and
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fictional planets like Nova. Uh...he is a clean, gregarious, and good pet.
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JOEL: [as lemur] You said it, pal! Oh boy, pal of mine, you're the one for
|
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me!
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SERVO: Uh oh, Joel's swinging into his puppet routine!
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JOEL: [as lemur] Hey! Can it, fireplug! I've had enough out of you!
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SERVO: Joey--
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JOEL: [as lemur] I've got a story to tell.
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SERVO: --the Lemur, he'll say what he thinks
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JOEL: [as lemur] Oh boy, will I ever, I'll carry on like a Gilbert Gottfried
|
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of the animal world, I don't mind telling you. You know, I'm the clown prince
|
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of the primate world who's often uh, who's often mistaken for our friend the
|
|
chimpanzee. But don't make any mistake, I'm not saying anything wrong about
|
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our chimpanzee brethren, only that I wish--here's wishing they'd throw a
|
|
little more work our way, all right?
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CROW: Lemur, the lemur, L-E-M-U-R. Uh, I--hey!
|
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JOEL: [as lemur] Hey, who's this bird-dog-thing, I don't like him!
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SERVO: L is for LEMUR!
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JOEL: [as lemur] L is for lemur, 'nuff said!
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CROW: E is for EAT!
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JOEL: [as lemur] E is for eat. I eat four times my own weight in nuts and
|
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berries, which has its consequences, but go figure!
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CROW: M is for MONKEY!
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JOEL: [as lemur] Monkey. I'm often mistaken for a monkey. It goes with the
|
|
turf. Let's go!
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SERVO: U is for UNUSUAL!
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CROW: And UNPREDICTABLE!
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JOEL: [as lemur] Unpredictable is right! I once took a whiz on Johnny
|
|
Carson's sportcoat--I don't panel well. Okay, on with the show!
|
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SERVO: R is for RADICAL!
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CROW: And RAMBUNCTIOUS!
|
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JOEL: [as lemur] Randy as a jackrabbit, that's me alright! Whoooooo!
|
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SERVO: Yes, it's the splendiferous lemur....
|
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|
|
CROW: ...friend to all mankind!
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JOEL: [as lemur] Please consider me as a possible corporate symbol or mascot
|
|
suitable and fine for any professional or semi-professional sport team.
|
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CROW and SERVO: It's the (CROW: magnificent/SERVO: splendiferous) *LEEEMURRR*!
|
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JOEL: [as lemur] I, the lemur, beg you to consider me. I am willing to travel
|
|
and would make an excellent companion to any elderly or unelderly...elderly
|
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person. Gentlemen, please consider me. Thank you. Won't you? Thank you.
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Transcribed by Ryan Franklin, Jason Corley and Lisa Jenkins.
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212 Godzilla vs. Megalon
|
|
"Jet Jaguar Fight"
|
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|
|
213 Godzilla vs. the Sea Monster
|
|
"Godzilla Geneaology Bop"
|
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|
|
[In the satellite:]
|
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|
|
CROW: Joel?
|
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JOEL: Yeah.
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|
CROW: Joel! Jo--
|
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JOEL: Uh, over here, yeah.
|
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|
|
CROW: Oh, there you are. Uh, I'm confused. Uh, Just who is this Godzilla
|
|
guy?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yes, wise one. Please, teach us.
|
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JOEL: I don't know if you're ready for this.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: [at same time as Crow] Oh, please Mr. Joel. Please! Come on. Please!
|
|
Please! Please! Please! Please!
|
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|
|
CROW: [at same time as Servo] Oh, please! Please! Pleeeeease!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Okay, my little robot friends, but we only pass this way once. This is
|
|
called the "Godzilla Geneaology Bop." Would you hit it, Professor Cambot?
|
|
|
|
[music starts]
|
|
|
|
In order to know Godzilla, we've got to look into his past.
|
|
|
|
CROW: You know studying geneaology is gonna be a blast.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Ah, you've got it little robot pal, we're swinging into high.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Come on, let's cut to the chase you couple of geeks, and get to the
|
|
family tree!
|
|
|
|
CROW: Huh?
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Well, it started with a nuclear blast and pets that were released.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh, like--
|
|
|
|
SERVO and CROW: --baby alligators and other nasty beasts?
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Right. The fusion reaction caused them to grow a thousand times their
|
|
size.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Well, that explains Godzilla's attractive tail and thunderous thighs!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Right.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Ah!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Now you're getting it little buddy--
|
|
|
|
CROW: Ah!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: --but now we must move on.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Uh hu.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Godzilla's not the only one to benefit from the A-bomb.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yeah. Look, there's Aunty Ness from Scotland's Loch, they married in
|
|
the spring. And their first-born was Godzookie, and now we begin to sing!
|
|
|
|
[in background]
|
|
|
|
Bop be du-bop! Be du-bidie du be du bop....
|
|
|
|
[you got the picture....]
|
|
|
|
CROW: Godzookie went to Hollywood, an agent to the stars. He had an affair
|
|
with Lorna Lufts and smoked a big cigar.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: And outa the lust of the love affair Rob Pearlman resulted.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Hu!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: You know, surgery was considered for him, but nobody was consulted! Oh,
|
|
I did it again.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Then Ron met Yoko Ono, and they began to spawn a couple of hundred
|
|
horrible things as green as [forest lawn].
|
|
|
|
SERVO: There they are: there's Kermit the Frog, the Swamp Thing, Hulk, and
|
|
Earnest Borgnine too!
|
|
|
|
CROW: But Earnest Borgnine isn't green!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Well put him on a boat and he is!
|
|
|
|
JOEL and CROW: *WHAT?!*
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Hey! Who's that at the bottom, a-wallowin' in his shame?
|
|
|
|
CROW: Oh, that's just Steve Guttenberg of Police Academy fame.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Hu.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: To wrap it up, the worst mutation...
|
|
|
|
CROW: No, you don't suppose?!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh yes it is, the horror of horrors--
|
|
|
|
ALL: --Karl Baldwin's nose!
|
|
|
|
SERVO and CROW: Ohhhh nooooo!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: We got movie--commercial sign on top.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Dig it.
|
|
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|
|
|
Transcribed by (jka@math.ufl.edu) and Lisa Jenkins.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Comedy Central 1991/92 season
|
|
-----------------------------
|
|
|
|
302 Gamera
|
|
"Tibby, Oh Tibby"
|
|
|
|
Written and Arranged by Michael J. Nelson
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
[Servo talks to a toy turtle in a fishbowl. The bowl spins on a record player
|
|
on the SOL desk.]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: More fish flakes, sweet friend?
|
|
|
|
[lights dim, Servo sings]
|
|
|
|
Oh, Tibby. My Tibby,
|
|
my heart is a mess.
|
|
I don't have a protective shell
|
|
over my chest.
|
|
So people can *HURT* me
|
|
with the cruel things they dooo!
|
|
Yet somehow, sweet Tibby,
|
|
I know you hurt, too.
|
|
Oh, Tibby. My Tibby,
|
|
reality's hard.
|
|
So Tibby,
|
|
let's play in the yaaaaaaard!
|
|
Oooooooh, Tibby! Oh, Tibby!
|
|
|
|
[Crow enters]
|
|
|
|
He runs like the wind.
|
|
A couple of inches--aha!--
|
|
and then back again!
|
|
Oooh-doh-doooh.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Uh, may I take a verse?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oooo-doo-doooo. Well, if you feel it, Crow.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Oh, I--do. Ahem!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Well, Crow. Then by all means. Join me, won't you?
|
|
|
|
CROW: 5, 6, 7, 8.
|
|
|
|
Tippyyyy--!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: It's *TIBBY*! *TIBBY!*
|
|
|
|
CROW: Oh, sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
|
|
|
|
I love you my fine lit-tle fellaaa!
|
|
Even though you gave the whole fam-i-ly salmonellaaa!
|
|
|
|
[lights rise, music stops, Joel enters]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: No! No! It's not their fault!
|
|
|
|
CROW: Hee hee hee hee!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: It isn't their fault! Crow, you take everything good and--! You rip
|
|
my heart out!!! [sobs]
|
|
|
|
CROW: Geez, I'm--I'm sorry.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: C'mon, Crow, let'm finish his song.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Oh, okay.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Go ahead, Tom.
|
|
|
|
CROW: It's just a stupid ol' turtle.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Go ahead, Tom.
|
|
|
|
[Servo stops crying, lights dim, spotlight on Tibby]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Thank you, Cambot.
|
|
|
|
[music begins]
|
|
|
|
Tibby. My Tibby,
|
|
your blood may be cold,
|
|
but I know that your heart
|
|
burns as hot as a coal!
|
|
It burns with the love
|
|
only turtles can feel!
|
|
Tibby--!
|
|
|
|
[spoken]
|
|
|
|
Is our love real?
|
|
|
|
My Tibby, I'll never let the dog nose around your bowl, but you know that
|
|
don't you? I can see it in your beady, little eyes! If you high-center on
|
|
your rock, Tibby, I'll be there to help you down!
|
|
|
|
[sings]
|
|
|
|
The toilet's not your fate, friend!
|
|
You'll always run freeeeeee!
|
|
Tibby--!
|
|
Long as you have meeeeeeeeeeee!
|
|
|
|
[music ends]
|
|
|
|
CROW: D'you realize a robot just sang a love song to a turtle?
|
|
|
|
JOEL: That was really good, Tom.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: [sob] Thank you.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: We got Commercial Sign.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Transcribed by J.D. Shull and Lisa Jenkins.
|
|
|
|
303 Pod People
|
|
"Burning Rubber Tires"
|
|
|
|
[In the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
['bots are all dressed as women, Joel wears headphones and stands next to a
|
|
mic]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: All right! All right, let's do it again! You come in late girls, again,
|
|
you're out. All right?
|
|
|
|
['bots moan]
|
|
|
|
All right, from the top.
|
|
|
|
[music starts]
|
|
|
|
With a pickled mind,
|
|
We kicked enough of beer.
|
|
Steady as a goat,
|
|
We're flying over trout.
|
|
Getto down the highway
|
|
At the speed of light.
|
|
All I want to feel is like
|
|
The wind in my eyes.
|
|
Sack of monkeys in my pocket,
|
|
My sister's ready to go.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Hear the engines roll now.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Hear the engines roll now.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Idiot control now.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Idiot control now.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Hideous control now.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Hideous control now.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Needy on the road now.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Needy on the road now.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Needy in control,
|
|
Wheels on fire,
|
|
Burning rubber tires!
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Tires!
|
|
|
|
[In Deep 13:]
|
|
|
|
DR. FORRESTER: He's pretty good.
|
|
|
|
FRANK: Good? He's the *BEST*!
|
|
|
|
[In the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Near each other rolls now.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Near--now.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: He really likes to go now.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: He--like--go.
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Needy inches bow down.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Bow down!
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Pity and a poor boy.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Poor boy!
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Hear the X's roll,
|
|
Peas on a pod,
|
|
Burning rubber tires.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Tires!
|
|
|
|
[In Deep 13:]
|
|
|
|
DR. FORRESTER: Oh great.
|
|
|
|
FRANK: Say!
|
|
|
|
DR. FORRESTER: Pretty good.
|
|
|
|
FRANK: Yeah!
|
|
|
|
DR. FORRESTER: Whadda think?
|
|
|
|
[In the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: It stinks!
|
|
|
|
|
|
Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
|
|
|
|
"Clown in the Sky"
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
[music plays in background, Servo whistles]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Well, guys, looks like it's time to pack it all in again.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Yeah. We are the stuff dreams are made of.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh, that's beautiful, Crow! Shakespeare?
|
|
|
|
CROW: Uh, no. Burmashave, act--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh, well I--huh?
|
|
|
|
JOEL: [as he takes Crow apart] You know, guys, it always hurts--
|
|
|
|
CROW: Ow!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: --to close it all up--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yeah.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: --strike the set--
|
|
|
|
CROW: Ow! Geez!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: --wipe off the grease paint--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yeah.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: --uh, napkin up the blood and entrails--
|
|
|
|
CROW: Ouch!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: --and move on to another town.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Uh, oh. I smell a song.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Mmmm hmmm.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: [sings]
|
|
Tell me where does all the magic go--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: [in background] Ooooo!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: When the curtain falls to end the show?
|
|
Do the clowns always cry
|
|
When they pack up the paper sky,
|
|
And the champaign is being poured,
|
|
|
|
[Servo provides harmony]
|
|
|
|
And the lock is on the old stage door?
|
|
|
|
[Servo ends harmony]
|
|
|
|
Will there still be a clown in the sky for me?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh, Joel! Oh, boo hoo hoo hoo! Joel!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Don't worry, buddy, there'll be other experiments.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: You really think so, Mister?
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Yeah. Take a verse. It'll cheer you up.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Okay.
|
|
|
|
[sings in Anthony Newly voice]
|
|
|
|
When the harliquen is on the bed
|
|
And the whiskey haze surrounds his head,
|
|
William Holden's coming over and he's got a [] or two--
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Uh, Servo, if you don't stop doing your Anthony Newly, I'm gonna throw
|
|
you against the wall.
|
|
|
|
CROW: He'll do it, too.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: [sings]
|
|
Will there still be a clown in the sky--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Help us out, Crow!
|
|
|
|
JOEL, SERVO and CROW: Still be a clown in the sky--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Take it home, Joel!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Tell me, where is that clown in the sky for me?
|
|
|
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[spoken]
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I love you, Tom Servo.
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SERVO: I love you, Joel.
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JOEL: I love you, Crow.
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CROW: You're not my real father!
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JOEL: Wadda think, sirs?
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[In Deep 13:]
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DR FORRESTER and FRANK: It stinks!
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
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306 Time of the Apes
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"The Sandy Frank Song"
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Arranged: Michael J. Nelson
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: C'mon, everybody! Let's do the Sandy Frank Song!
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ALL: Sandy Fraaank! Sandy Fraaank!
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SERVO: He's the source of all our pain!
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ALL: Sandy Fraaank! Sandy Fraaank!
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CROW: Gads [gets?] about the house all day!
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ALL: Sandy Fraaank! Sandy Fraaank!
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JOEL: Thinks that people come from trees!
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ALL: Sandy Fraaank! Sandy Fraaank!
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SERVO: Gets horrid movies from Japan!
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ALL: Sandy Fraaank! Sandy Fraaank!
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CROW: Films are always poorly dubbed!
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ALL: Sandy Fraaank! Sandy Fraaank!
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JOEL: Spielberg won't return his calls!
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Transcribed by Ed Hughes, M.M. Marmel and Lisa Jenkins.
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307 Daddy-O (Alphabet Antics)
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"Hike Up Your Pants"
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: Hey everybody, do the pants up song!
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SERVO: Now!
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JOEL: Dad 'n Lad, Farrahs, Levis, Bugle Boys
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Sans-a-Belt, Chinos, Haggar, Ban-Rol,
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Arnold Palmer, Wrangler, Johnny Carson, Huskies
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No pants are higher than mine.
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Hah! Oh! Look out! Don't touch this!
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SERVO: Hah!
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JOEL: Hike up your britches, super high now.
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Cut off the circulation, to your thighs now.
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Yank your trousers higher than Corey Haim's, oh wow.
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SERVO: Hu hoo! Hah!
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JOEL: 'Cause it ain't hip 'til you're in total pain.
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SERVO: Whooo!
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JOEL: Hike up your pants till you see your shins,
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Wear an Izod shirt like a second skin.
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Make sure you wear your belt buckle to the side.
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Hike up your pants, take your butt cheeks for a ride.
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SERVO: Hey!
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JOEL: Hike, Hike, Hike, up your Chinos
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Hike, Hike, Hike, up your Farrahs
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Hike, Hike, Hike, up your Haggars
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Hike up your britches like mine.... Take it Frank!
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SERVO: Whoooo!
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[In Deep 13:]
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FRANK: Hike, Hike, Hike, Hike your pants up
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Hike Hike Hike...with the thing, and, uh...
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Hike Hike Hike...with the football...
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Hike Hike...
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Take it, Doctor!
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[continues singing in background]
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DR. FORRESTER: I'm not taking anything, Frank! Here, I'll take these. [Pulls
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pants over Frank's head, Frank keeps "hiking" through fly.] And you! Pants
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Weasel! Get on with it! Zip it, Frank.
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: Hike, Hike, Hike, up your Ban-Rols
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Hike, Hike, Hike, up your Roebucks
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Hike, Hike, Hike, up your Toughskins
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Hike up your britches like mine! Hah!
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Hike up your britches like mine! Hah!
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Hike up your britches like mine! Hah! Oh yeah, look out!
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Hike up my britches like mine! Jump back, kiss myself!
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[continues singing]
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SERVO: Uh, Joel, take the commercial sign. Joel!
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JOEL: Hike up your britches like mine! I can't come back--I don't know how it
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works!
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CROW: Joel! Joel! Commercial sign! Snap out of it, buddy!
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SERVO: Oh no! He's vapor locked! Hit the button, Crow! Hit the button!
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CROW: I'll get it! Ungh!
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Transcribed by Bryan Lambert, Ed Hughes, Donna K. Lang and Lisa Jenkins.
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310 Fugitive Alien
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"Forklift Song" (in movie)
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312 Gamera vs. Guiron
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"Bouncy Gamera Song"
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: Let's go, Gamera!
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[music starts]
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ALL: Gamera! Gamera!
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Gamera is really neat.
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Gamera is filled with meat.
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We've been eating Gamera!
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Shell
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Teeth
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Eyes
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Flames
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Claws
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Breath
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Scales
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Fun!
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SERVO: Dr. Forrester is kind of a jerk,
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and Frank is really dumb, too.
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CROW: We have to take part in these lame experiments.
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JOEL: But do we complain?
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SERVO: No!
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JOEL: No!
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CROW: Yes!
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SERVO: Huh?
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So we hi-keeba all over the place--
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JOEL: --and talk of a thousand wonderful days.
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SERVO: Everybody now!
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ALL: Gamera is really sweet,
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he is filled with turtle meat.
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Now we have Commercial Sign!
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
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"Gamera Marching Song"
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"Michael Feinstein's Gamera"
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from "Gamera vs. Guiron"
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[In Deep 13:]
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[Closeup of sign announcing:
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Appearing tonite in Deep 13
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Michael Feinstein
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"Just Cole Porter
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...and Me"
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Piano plays as camera pans away from sign.]
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FEINSTEIN: Anyway, he got his start getting cigarettes to Agnus Demille, if
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you can believe that.
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FRANK: Oh, ho, ho!
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FEINSTEIN: But, anyway, back to my original story which was that I think Oscar
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Hammerstein spent *TWO WEEKS* up at his Bucks County farm writing the lyrics to
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"Oh, What a Beautiful Morning." And he labored over it and he turns it over
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to Dick Rogers who sits down and promptly--in ten minutes, mind you--writes
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the melody. And I don't have to tell you two gentlemen that American musical
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theater was never quite the same thing.
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FRANK: What a *WONDERFUL* story!
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DR. FORRESTER: Uh, tell us that story about Cole Porter again.
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FRANK: Oh, please do!
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FEINSTEIN: Should I? Really? Okay. Well, Cole Porter, in, during his horse-
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riding accident, well, he was laying in the middle of the woods with his legs
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crushed, yelling for help, he decided to write "The Long Last Love."
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FRANK: Oh, no!
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FEINSTEIN: That's a true story, but what a lot of people don't know is that
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the lyrics were altered for its Broadway opening, yes. And the original
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lyrics went something like this:
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[Plays a haunting tune.]
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Very tender.
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[Pounds on piano.]
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Oh my God! I'm in so much pain! Somebody please help me! Somebody come and
|
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save me!
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FRANK: What an *ENCHANTING* anecdote!
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DR. FORRESTER: They don't write them like that anymore, do they?
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FEINSTEIN: They certainly do not.
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DR. FORRESTER: How does the Gamera theme songs stack up against songs from
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yesteryear?
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FEINSTEIN: Oh, it's interesting you should ask that because the opening lyric
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of the Gamera theme song has sort of a Rogers and Hart feel to it. Let me
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show you what I mean.
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[plays piano and sings]
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Gamera--
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[plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk]
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Gamera--
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[tra la la la, tra la la la]
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Gamera is really neat.
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Gamera is filled with meat.
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We all love you, Gamera.
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[speaks]
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But then the second part is a little more fun. It has a sort of George and
|
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Ira Gershwin feel to it.
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[sings]
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Shell,
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Teeth,
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Eyes,
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Claws,
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Scales,
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Breath,
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Fun.
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[speaks]
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It sort of sneaks up on you. "Boo," it says.
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[plays piano and sings]
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Gamera's enchantment still grows.
|
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He fills our hearts with love.
|
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Gamera's the latest thing.
|
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He fills our hearts with spring, spring, spring!
|
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Anytime you want some moonbeams,
|
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[whispered]
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Gamera is the thing.
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[plays piano and sings]
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Gamera is really neat,
|
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He is filled with turtle meat.
|
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We all love you, *GAMERA*!!!
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|
DR. FORRESTER: Ah! Kill him. Better yet, I'll kill him. You push the
|
|
button. [Picks up large mallet as Frank goes to push the button.]
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Transcribed by Amanda (ecameron@groucho.mrc.unm.edu) and Lisa Jenkins.
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314 Mighty Jack
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"Slow the Plot Down"
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|
|
[On the satellite:]
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SERVO: [in background] Arr! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
|
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|
JOEL: Well, me blimey buckos, the movie's over, the paint is past and I feel
|
|
like singing a plot shanty. Be lively now, me Bonnie Raitts. Ah!
|
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ALL: [sing]
|
|
Oh! Slow the plot down, laddie,
|
|
Slow the plot down.
|
|
Way-hey! Slow the plot down.
|
|
We'll scuttle the story and run 'er a-ground.
|
|
We'll try so hard to slow the plot down.
|
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|
|
JOEL: Okay, now. Who can tell me their favorite scene from the movie so far?
|
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|
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SERVO: Oh, sure!
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JOEL: Tom? Go ahead.
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SERVO: There was a--there was a, um, da, uh...argh!
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CROW: Ah!
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ALL: Oh! Slow the plot down, laddie,
|
|
Slow the plot down.
|
|
Way-hey! Slow the plot down
|
|
With German, Italian and Japanese clowns.
|
|
We'll try so hard to slow the plot down.
|
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|
|
JOEL: Okay. Well, how 'bout you--how 'bout you, Crow? You must be full to
|
|
bursting--
|
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|
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CROW: Huh?
|
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|
|
JOEL: --with some fond memories of today's movie. Come on--think hard!
|
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|
|
CROW: Oh, ah, uh, um.
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SERVO: Brother.
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CROW: Uh, ah, geez, Joel. I'm drawing a blank!
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SERVO: Yeah, me too.
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CROW: I, ah, um. Oh! I remember vaguely a guy locked--locked in a room with
|
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another guy and someone...running....
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SERVO: Oh!
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|
|
CROW: Arr! Arr! Arr!
|
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|
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ALL: Oh! We'll make you a movie
|
|
that's long and immense.
|
|
Way-hey! Slow the plot down.
|
|
Just give us a script that makes
|
|
no friggin' sense!
|
|
We'll try so hard to slow the plot down!
|
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|
|
JOEL: Well, come on, you guys. I can remember--I for one--in vivid detail--a
|
|
frog man who, uh. Just who is--who's Mighty Jack, anyway?
|
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|
|
SERVO: Oh! Wow! It just hit me! I remember! The scene where Quiquack sits
|
|
motionless on the deck meditating for telling the death of the crew--
|
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|
|
CROW: Oh! Yeah! Yeah! And the scout sees Adicka shoot the mad dog in the
|
|
street and Alex goes to the comes--
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|
|
JOEL: I--I remember. And then Patrick Swayze walks in and says--
|
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|
|
ALL: "It's my way or the highway."
|
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|
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CROW: Ha, ha!
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JOEL: Ha, ha!
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SERVO: Arr!
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|
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JOEL: Come on, guys.
|
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|
|
CROW: Oh! My brain hurts!
|
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|
|
SERVO: Joel, I'm so confused!
|
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|
|
JOEL: It's really not that bad, you guys. I for one actually feel like I just
|
|
got done listening to two hours of Lou Reed's metal machine music.
|
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|
|
SERVO: Hey!
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|
|
JOEL: You know, my brain feels clean as a whistle!
|
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|
|
CROW: And that's pretty good!
|
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|
|
JOEL: Yeah! It is!
|
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|
|
SERVO: That's not bad! Let's take it home, boys!
|
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|
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JOEL: Okay!
|
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|
|
ALL: Slow the plot down, laddie,
|
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Slow the plot down.
|
|
Way-hey! Slow the plot down.
|
|
Just scuttle the story and run 'er a-ground.
|
|
We'll try so hard to slow the plot down!
|
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|
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SERVO: Arr!
|
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|
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JOEL: Arr! Me blimy overlords, what-a think-y? Arr!
|
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|
|
|
Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
|
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|
316 Gamera vs. Zigra
|
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"The Many Tunes of Gamera"
|
|
|
|
317 Viking Women vs. the Sea Serpent (The Home Economics Story)
|
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"Waffles, We Love You"
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
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|
|
CROW and SERVO: Waffles! Waffles! Waffles! Waffles!
|
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|
|
JOEL: Join us, everybody! Come on, Cambot, give me trippleberry!
|
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|
|
[music starts]
|
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|
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W is for the many ways that you're served
|
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|
|
CROW: A is for the admiration you deserve
|
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|
|
GYPSY: F because you're fluffy, you're flaky, you're fun!
|
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|
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SERVO: And F is for the flavor that is second ta none!
|
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|
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JOEL: L is for how light you are, you melt in my mouth!
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|
|
ALL: E is for eggs--Oh Baby!
|
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|
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SERVO: Triple time!
|
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|
|
ALL: Put 'em all together with a how do-ya-do
|
|
Lovely waffles we love--
|
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|
|
GYPSY: Send me up another please!
|
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|
|
ALL: Oh, waffles we love--
|
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|
|
SERVO: Top mine off with runny cheese!
|
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|
|
ALL: Waffles we love--
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|
|
CROW: Chili waffles suit me fine!
|
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|
|
ALL: Waffles we love--
|
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|
|
JOEL: Wash me down with Aunt Jemima?
|
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|
|
ALL: Waaaaaaaffffles, wee love youuuu!
|
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|
|
JOEL: Whadda think, sirs?
|
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|
|
[In Deep 13:]
|
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|
|
DR. FORRESTER: Let's face it, sticky fingers, waffles are nothing more than a
|
|
vehicle for butter and syrup. Heh heh heh heh!
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
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|
|
ALL: *WHAT?!*
|
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|
|
JOEL: They are not!
|
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|
|
CROW: Hey! You watch your mouth about waffles!
|
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|
|
|
|
Transcribed by Ed Hughes and Lisa Jenkins.
|
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|
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|
318 Star Force: Fugitive Alien II
|
|
"Fugitive Alien Medley"
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: All right, I'm feeling really good.
|
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|
|
JOEL: Yeah.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yes!
|
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|
|
GYPSY: Oh boy!
|
|
|
|
["Fugitive Alien theme" plays]
|
|
|
|
ALL: This is the song
|
|
starting off our medley--
|
|
Our favorite Fugitive
|
|
Alien song
|
|
Don't try to kill us
|
|
with a forklift
|
|
Won't take very long--
|
|
relax and sing along.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Thank you, thank you.
|
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|
|
CROW: You know, Tommy-- a movie like Fugitive Alien can make you cry, and it
|
|
can make you cry.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Ah, oui, yes.
|
|
|
|
CROW: But thing I treasure most, and I'm speaking from the heart, here--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Mmm hmmm.
|
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|
|
CROW: --this is totally off script--
|
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|
|
SERVO: Mmm hmmm.
|
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|
|
CROW: --is the music.
|
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|
|
SERVO: [with French accent] Oh, this is so true, mon Crow--songs of love and
|
|
adventure, and if I may, whimsy, no? Heh, heh, heh. But you know, my
|
|
favorite was the heartrending ballad in which the whistful Tammy pledges her
|
|
love to Ken.
|
|
|
|
CROW: It goes ... a little something like this:
|
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SERVO: 3 4
|
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|
|
|
["I Love Ken," reminiscent of "Frere Jacques," plays]
|
|
|
|
CROW: I love Ken
|
|
He is my sweet friend
|
|
and I love him...
|
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|
|
SERVO: I love Ken
|
|
He is my sweet friend
|
|
and I love him...
|
|
|
|
CROW: I'm so blue
|
|
'cause I don't think
|
|
Ken loves me...
|
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|
|
SERVO: I'm so blue
|
|
'cause I don't think
|
|
Ken loves me...
|
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|
|
CROW: I'm all messed up inside
|
|
I might have to
|
|
off him...
|
|
|
|
SERVO: I'm all messed up inside
|
|
I might have to
|
|
off him...
|
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|
|
CROW: I'll frame Rocky and
|
|
get away
|
|
scott free...
|
|
|
|
SERVO: I'll frame Rocky and
|
|
get away
|
|
scott free...
|
|
|
|
CROW: I love Ken
|
|
he is my sweet friend
|
|
and I love him....
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Frere Jacque,
|
|
Frere Jacque,
|
|
|
|
[continues over Crow]
|
|
|
|
CROW: I'm so blue
|
|
'cause I don't think
|
|
Ken loves me...
|
|
|
|
I'm all messed up inside
|
|
I might have to
|
|
off him...
|
|
|
|
SERVO: I saw three ships come
|
|
sailing in on
|
|
Christmas day,
|
|
on Christmas day
|
|
|
|
[continues over Crow]
|
|
|
|
CROW: I'll frame Rocky and
|
|
get away
|
|
scott free...
|
|
|
|
SERVO: I love Ken...
|
|
I love Ken...
|
|
|
|
JOEL: All right, this band is marvelous, aren't they ladies and gentlemen?
|
|
Cambot Brown and his band renouned--give it up for 'em!
|
|
|
|
CROW: Yeah!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Smokin'!
|
|
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JOEL: Yeah!
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SERVO: 2 3
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(tune of a jazzy boogie)
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JOEL: Its got a real cool feel
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flying high with the Starwolf
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we're firing up the ship
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and we're hitting the town
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with groovy Ken and Tammy,
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swingin' Rockin' Joe,
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and those two other guys
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who we don't really know
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forget 'em!
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Lay down the boogie
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and head for the stars, man!
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GYPSY: Thanks Joel, well that was fun. But if I could get a little serious
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for a moment, well I was wondering where we'd be without our boys and girls in
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shiny red leather. It makes me proud to know that they're out there
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somewhere.
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["Superman March" plays]
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Look and you'll see
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Flying so fancy free
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Fighting for you and me,
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Captain Joe and the gang.
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When they pass by
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[] pumpkin pie
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top of the []
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wearing the blue.
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SERVO: Tempo! Tempo! Tempo!
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JOEL: That's really good. Gypsy, you wanna do one with me?
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GYPSY: Huh?
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JOEL: You want to do one with me?
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GYPSY: Well, Joel, I--
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SERVO: Let's all do it.
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GYPSY: Okay
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ALL: We are gonna find
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Sandy Frank.
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We just want to
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ask him why.
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We want to stick it to
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Sandy Frank
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and sit on his chest
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and gob on his face
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and make him cry!
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CROW: Yeah!
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JOEL: All right, now--lets take it home!
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CROW: I'm feeling really good
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SERVO: Feels so good it shows!
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CROW: Yeah!
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["Fugitive Alien theme" plays]
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ALL: And that's our song,
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we hope that you enjoyed it
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and if you thought it
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was stupid and trite
|
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come on and
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kill us with a forklift.
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All we wanna do
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with love from us to you
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is sing
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the Fugitive Alien song!
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Transcribed by Charles Mcgrew and Lisa Jenkins.
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321 Santa Claus Conquers the Martians
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"A Patrick Swayze X-mas"
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|
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[On the satellite:]
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JOEL: I think it's kind of, uh, hot to be wearing these scarves in here.
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SERVO: Oh, yeah.
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CROW: Well, scarves are a must. You can't go caroling without a scarf. Catch
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your death!
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JOEL: Man, you were like one of those kids I remember in, uh, high school that
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used to sell the most candybars for the marching band.
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SERVO: Yeah, and you'd be president of the swing choir, too.
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CROW: Ha ha! Ah, thanks, Joel Robinson. Thanks, Tom Servo.
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SERVO: What a kiss-up, this guy.
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CROW: Okay, now if you'll all look at your sheet music, uh, we can rehearse my
|
|
new song.
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JOEL: You wrote a Christmas song?
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CROW: Hey, there's no tradition like a new tradition! Ha ha ha!
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SERVO: Um, wait a minute. "Let's Have a Patrick Swayze Christmas?"
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CROW: Oh, yeah, yeah. Based on my favorite movie, _Roadhouse_.
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SERVO: C'mon, what the heck does *PATRICK SWAYZE* have to do with
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*CHRISTMAS*?!
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CROW: Hey, you keep Christmas in your way, and let me keep it in mine, okay?
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SERVO: Oh, jeeesss.
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JOEL: Hey, cmon, Tom Servo, it seems like a nice enough sentiment and we can
|
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give it a shot. C'mon.
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CROW: All right. Okay. Okay. Uh, 12/8 time, uh, key of A-flat major--
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SERVO: Good.
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CROW: Uh, Cambot, shoot 'em the tune. Uh, okay, you'll just have to stay with
|
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me, everybody, okay? Uh, your part's written out. Let's have a Patrick
|
|
Swayze Christmas, by Crow T. Robot.
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JOEL: "Paul, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas"?
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CROW: Right. Hit it, Cambot!
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SERVO: Oh! Oh, I start. I get it. Hmm.
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CROW: I'm sorry.
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SERVO: Pick it up. "Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas
|
|
in."
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|
CROW: "We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin."
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SERVO: Not bad!
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JOEL: "And Santa can be our regular Saturday night thing."
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'BOTS: "We'll decorate our barstools and gather round and sing."
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SERVO: "Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year!"
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CROW: "Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear!"
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JOEL: Hold it, hold it a sec. Cambot, stop it. Uh, Crow, I don't know if I
|
|
think this is an appropriate sentiment anymore for Christmas.
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|
|
CROW: Hey, what? Like a good action sequence don't belong in Christmas?
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JOEL: Well, no, it's just that I've never heard of an action sequence in a
|
|
Christmas carol before.
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|
|
SERVO: Well, yeah!
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CROW: Well, then grab hold o' your socks and read on, Joel Robinson!
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SERVO: Okay, pick it up from measure 20, Cambot. Lovely intro, though. Very
|
|
tasteful.
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|
|
CROW: Thank you.
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|
|
|
SERVO: I like that. "It's my way or the highway, this Christmas at my ba-ha-
|
|
haar."
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|
|
|
CROW: "I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car!"
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|
|
|
JOEL: "I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till."
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|
|
|
'BOTS: "I think that that right jolly old elf better make out his will, ohh,"
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|
|
ALL: "Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all. And this can be
|
|
the haziest . . . this can be the laziest. . . this can be the Swayziest
|
|
Christmas of them *AAALLLLLLLLLL*!"
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|
|
SERVO: "La la la laa ha HAAA!"
|
|
|
|
CROW: How long before it becomes a standard?
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|
|
JOEL: I think you gotta come with me. C'mon.
|
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|
|
CROW: Waaaaah!
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SERVO: We'll be right back. Oooh. Save a leg for me! Heh heh heh.
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|
Transcribed by Paul Ashley and Lisa Jenkins.
|
|
|
|
322 Master Ninja I
|
|
"Master Ninja Theme Song"
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|
|
323 Castle of Fu Manchu
|
|
"Satellite of Love Marching Song"
|
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|
|
|
|
Comedy Central 1992/93 season
|
|
-----------------------------
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|
403 City Limits
|
|
"Ode to Kim Cattrel"
|
|
|
|
406 Attack of the Giant Leaches (Undersea Kingdom)
|
|
"Danger to Ourselves and Others"
|
|
|
|
Music: Michael J. Nelson
|
|
Joel Hodgson
|
|
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Bring it down there, Gypsy. Ya know, Silas, it's not easy being a
|
|
social misfit and then getting the added responsibility of dragnetting the
|
|
swamp for missing townsfolk. And I can't even button my own shirt.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yeah, I hear ya, Gunther. Now isn't it amazing how we inferior types
|
|
keep getting asked to do the dangerous work which should go to men more stable
|
|
than us? Really is a miracle! He huu! Hooter?
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|
|
|
CROW: Uh, duh, yep! Uh wagnets. Hahaha.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Whadda he say, Cilus?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Well, I think what our bright young friend's trying to say here is the
|
|
reason we three goofuses are asked to do these hazardous tasks outside the
|
|
perimeter of normal society's rationale is, we're a danger to ourselves and
|
|
others.
|
|
|
|
[music starts]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Hu da! Kinda reminds me of Darwin's theory of Natural Selection.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Yeah! If you're dumb--ya DIE!
|
|
|
|
[all laugh]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: That's, I say, that's a rich one there, Hooter!
|
|
[sings]
|
|
Oh, I'm a danger to myself and others.
|
|
My cousins are as close as brothers.
|
|
I stay out in the rain all the time!
|
|
|
|
CROW: He's a danger to himself and others.
|
|
Only likes shows with Sally Struthers.
|
|
I can't even think of a word that rhymes.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Ya just did!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: How dumb are you Uncle-Dad?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Well pretty dumb, that's for sure!
|
|
|
|
CROW: How dumb are you Uncle-Dad?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Well this pipe's filled with manure!
|
|
|
|
ALL: We're a danger to ourselves and others.
|
|
Screw the earth and steal our mothers.
|
|
Leave us in the woods and we're just fine.
|
|
We're a danger to ourselves and others.
|
|
Good livestock with better lovers.
|
|
Hunting leeches is what we call a good time!
|
|
|
|
[Joel throws dynamite.]
|
|
|
|
BOOM! BOOM!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Oh Boy! I'd like to shake hands with any Giant Leeches after that.
|
|
|
|
CROW: What? The dynamite or that crappy song?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: He he huee.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Transcribed by Brian O'Connor and Christopher Schumann.
|
|
|
|
410 Hercules Against the Moon Men
|
|
"Ode to Pants"
|
|
|
|
411 The Magic Sword
|
|
"Ode on Estelle"
|
|
|
|
417 Crash of the Moons
|
|
"Gypsy Moon"
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Oh! I hope you're enjoying today's film, and I certainly hope those
|
|
gypsy moons don't crash. Did you know that the gypsy moons is actually a
|
|
reference to a popular song title from the 1920s? Mmm hmm. Don't remember?
|
|
Well, here's our own Tom Servo, Gypsy and Crow to help you out doing their
|
|
rendition of the Gypsy Moons. Hit it, kids!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: No, I'm tellin' ya, Gypsy, I love you!
|
|
|
|
GYSPY: Really?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: And I know I've love you, too, if only we could--
|
|
|
|
CROW: You haven't a chance with a girl like her. It's me she cares for!
|
|
Isn't that right, Gypsy?
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: I can't decide.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Can't decide? Maybe this will help--
|
|
|
|
[music starts, Servo whistles]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Ba boom ba boom.
|
|
|
|
CROW: I can't sleep, or clean my room,
|
|
since you and I first had our swooney swoon--
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Oh!
|
|
|
|
CROW: --in early June under the clear blue gypsy moon.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Oh, that's nice.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Thank you.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: No, no, no. Don't listen to him, honey! Listen to me!
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: I should?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Lovers have their tune, I know that I was meant for you.
|
|
|
|
[Crow groans]
|
|
|
|
GYSPY: Ah!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Yes, one and one makes two and that would be just me and you, honey!
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Oh!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Strollin' arm and arm under a gyp-gyp-gypsy moon.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Oh, very good.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Take my hand! Oh, you can't.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Oh.
|
|
|
|
CROW: In Tom's that are macaroons, his family are all baboons--
|
|
|
|
[Gypsy laughs]
|
|
|
|
CROW: --but my love is a typhoon, and, besides, my dad's a...tycoon!
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Daddy's got money.
|
|
|
|
CROW: So come with me under the gyp-gyp-gypsy moon.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Don't listen to that thin beak over there, listen to me!
|
|
I'm a starter for the Bruins, so don't ya leave my heart in ruins--
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: A hockey player!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: --I've been in a coccoon, but now I sing just like a loon!
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Oh!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Since you and I sang tunes under the gyp-gyp-gypsy moon.
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: I have something to say.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Yeah?
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Tell me! Tell me!
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Although I'd just as soon take Nyquil with a spoon
|
|
then listen to you two drone on about the gypsy moon,
|
|
if the choice between you too goons, I'd rather date Stacey Coon!
|
|
|
|
CROW and SERVO: [whisper] Stacey Coon?
|
|
|
|
CROW: I think you judge too soon in this matter of the moon--
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: I did?
|
|
|
|
[music changes]
|
|
|
|
CROW: --'cause when the lights go out--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Whoo!
|
|
|
|
CROW: --and we're sitting on the couch--
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: Whoo!
|
|
|
|
[Joel rushes in]
|
|
|
|
CROW: I'm gonna give ya everything--!
|
|
|
|
[Joel clamps Crow's mouth down]
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Stop! Stop! We hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane.
|
|
And now here's our own Al Jazzbow Collins with a message. Never again you
|
|
guys. That's it.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Transcribed by Greg Simon and Lisa Jenkins.
|
|
|
|
|
|
422 The Day the Earth Froze (Here Comes the Circus)
|
|
"Gypsy Rose Me"
|
|
|
|
423 Bride of the Monster (Hired! pt 1)
|
|
"Hired!"
|
|
|
|
[On the satellite:]
|
|
|
|
[A sign appears with the words:
|
|
|
|
The SOL Community Theater
|
|
Sings hits from
|
|
"HIRED!"
|
|
featuring
|
|
Mort Cambot
|
|
and his
|
|
orchestra ]
|
|
|
|
['Bots sing in a whisper]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: He's hired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO and CROW: He's hired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired. He's hired.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: I'm hired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: I hope I don't get fired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: In forty years I'll be retired.
|
|
But for now, I'm simply hired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired, he's hired, he's hired, he's hired.
|
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|
|
JOEL: I got a job today.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired.
|
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|
|
JOEL: I'm selling Chevrolets.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: I'm bringing home good pay.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired.
|
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|
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JOEL: I just got hired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's hired, he's hired, he's hired, he's hired.
|
|
|
|
['Bots sing in regular voice]
|
|
|
|
He got a job today.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Yeah, me!
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's selling Chevrolets.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: We're gonna get awnings.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He's bringing home good pay.
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Maybe even dessert.
|
|
|
|
[At same time with 'bots next line]
|
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|
|
I just got hired.
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: He just got hired.
|
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|
|
ALL: HIRED!
|
|
|
|
[Music changes]
|
|
|
|
[Knock, knock, knock]
|
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|
|
JOEL: I was wondering if you'd like to see my--
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: No!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: But I really think you should see my--
|
|
|
|
SERVO: No!
|
|
|
|
JOEL: It's got a lovely--
|
|
|
|
GYPSY: No!
|
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|
|
JOEL: And if only you would--
|
|
|
|
CROW: No!
|
|
|
|
SERVO, CROW and GYPSY: Can't you see we're trying to tell you no!
|
|
|
|
[Music changes]
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Ahh. Zeros, zeros. None of my salesmen has ever sold a car. Ohh!
|
|
Sometimes I think I might be pushing them too far.
|
|
I think I'll hit the bar
|
|
and try to get my mind off zeros.
|
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|
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GYPSY: Zeros.
|
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SERVO: Zeros.
|
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GYPSY: Zeros.
|
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|
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SERVO: All of my salesmen a-r-e zeros. Aah.
|
|
|
|
[Music changes]
|
|
|
|
[Servo provides chirping noise]
|
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|
|
CROW: Good evening, sonny.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Hi, Dad.
|
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|
|
CROW: You look depressed.
|
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|
|
SERVO: I am.
|
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|
|
GYPSY: Come on and have some lemonade.
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Thanks, Mom, but that won't help.
|
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|
|
CROW: Just get it off your chest.
|
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|
SERVO: Okay.
|
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|
|
[Music speeds up]
|
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|
|
I suck at my job.
|
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|
|
CROW: No, you don't.
|
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SERVO: Yes, I do.
|
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GYPSY: Oh, my.
|
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SERVO: My salesmen are slobs.
|
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|
|
CROW: No, they aren't.
|
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SERVO: Yes, they do.
|
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|
|
GYPSY: Huh?
|
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|
|
SERVO: I'd like to make a sell, but what can I do?
|
|
I'm gonna be a failure just like you, Dad.
|
|
|
|
CROW: Like me?
|
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|
|
SERVO: That's right, I'll be a failure just like y-o-u!
|
|
|
|
CROW: Now, frikl...so--
|
|
|
|
JOEL: Extry, extry, read all about it!
|
|
Pearl Harbor bombed!
|
|
Roosevelt declares war!
|
|
|
|
SERVO: Well, that's it!
|
|
|
|
CROW: What's it?
|
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|
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SERVO: Uncle Sam's gonna need cars. Why, selling Chevrolets is gonna help the
|
|
war effort. Don't ya see, Dad? Come on everybody!
|
|
|
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ALL: S-e-e the U.S.A. in the--
|
|
|
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JOEL: Stop! We got Commercial Sign.
|
|
|
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[Random oh's and uh's from the 'bots]
|
|
|
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SERVO: For crying out loud!
|
|
|
|
CROW: What's the point?
|
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|
|
JOEL: Commercial Sign.
|
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|
Transcribed by Amanda (ecameron@groucho.mrc.unm.edu) and Lisa Jenkins.
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Other
|
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-----
|
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|
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"Satellite of Love"
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from IT'S ALIVE! an Experiment "World Without End"
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originally from Lou Reed's "Satellite of Love"
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[On stage:]
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JOEL: Satellite's gone--up to the stars.
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Things like that drive me out of my mind.
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SERVO: [in background] Oooooo!
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JOEL: We're only here a little while.
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[spoken]
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Are you like us?
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SERVO: [in background] Ahh!
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JOEL: [spoken] Do you like to watch things on TV?
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AUDIENCE: Yeah!
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SERVO: Ah, ah, ah, ah. Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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Satellite of--
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SERVO: Love.
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JOEL: Satellite's gone--way up to Mars.
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SERVO: [in background] Ooo! Ahh!
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JOEL: [spoken]
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Hey, Frank. Take this one.
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FRANK: Uh, it seems like we're all gonna be parking cars.
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Jack?
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JACK PERKINS: I watched it for a little while,
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And for me--that is good TV!
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JOEL and SERVO: Ah, ah, ah, ah.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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Satellite of--
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JOEL: [spoken]
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I've been told
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That you feel bold
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About Gypsy--
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GYPSY: Yeah!
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JOEL: --Crow and Tom.
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SERVO: Ye-ho!
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JOEL: Monday, Tuesday,
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JOEL and SERVO: Wenesday, Thursday.
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JOEL: Gypsy--
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GYPSY: Yeah!
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JOEL: --Crow and Tom.
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SERVO: Tom! Ye-ho! Ah!
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DR. FORRESTER: Finally, satellite's gone--up to the sky.
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SERVO: Du, du, du, du, du, du.
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DR. FORRESTER: This time it'll blow you're little mind.
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SERVO: Ah, ha.
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GYPSY: Ah!
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DR. FORRESTER: I watched you for a little while,
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And then I changed to Charles in Charge.
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FRANK: Hey! That doesn't rhyme!
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JOEL and SERVO: Ah, ah, ah.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL, FRANK and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL, FRANK and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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SERVO: Bop.
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CROW: Bop.
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GYPSY: Bop.
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JOEL, FRANK and SERVO: Satellite of love.
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Satellite of--
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SERVO: [spoken] Okay, people, I want you to twink your fingers for those of us
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who can't! Twink! Come on now! I want you to sing with us, now. Sing with
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feeling; sing with heart; sing "Satellite of Love." Here we go.
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JOEL, FRANK and SERVO: Satellite--of love.
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GYPSY: Love!
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SERVO: Sing along now.
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JOEL, Frank and Servo: Satellite--
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GYPSY: Satellite!
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JOEL, FRANK and SERVO: --of love.
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JOEL, FRANK, SERVO and CROW: Satellite--
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GYPSY: Satellite!
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JOEL, FRANK and SERVO: --of love.
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JOEL: [spoken] Thanks for coming! I--we hope you had fun in outer space.
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SERVO: Satellite--
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JOEL: Thank you.
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SERVO: --of love.
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JOEL: Good night.
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[They reprised the last section two more times.]
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Transcribed by Lisa Jenkins.
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And finally, from Lisa:
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Mystery Science Theater 3000, its characters and situations are copyright
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1993 Best Brains, Inc. This publication is not meant to infringe on any
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copyrights held by Best Brains, Comedy Central, HBO, Showtime or its
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employees. The information herein is subject to being wrong. The lyrics are
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free to distribute as long as this notice remains intact.
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