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TUESDAY, April 27, 2010

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LAFFS From The PAST    From Our Issue Dated April 4, 2000

GOP Congressional bigwigs rejected a Clinton sponsored plan that would insure that organ transplants would go first to those needing them most.  So much for their so-called "compassionate transplantationism."

Newt and Marianne Gingrich have reached an amicable divorce settlement which will be presented to the Georgia court.  She gets the house, the car and the dogs and he gets the gavel collection, the treadmill and the Super-8 Motel discount coupons he used for mistress trysts during Clinton’s impeachment hearings.
      
London police have arrested a man believed to have stolen the Nazi encoding machine used to send top-secret messages during WW II.   The arrest was carried out with chilling efficiency near Scotland Yard by two OSS officers while a third stood nearby playing a zither.

The family of Joe DiMaggio says a plan to name a San Francisco park after the Yankee Clipper isn't enough and that the Bay Bridge would be a more fitting memorial.  A third group says renaming the Mr. Coffee in honor of the diamond wizard would be more than sufficient.
 

Six hundred people are marching from Charlston to Columbia, South Carolina to pressure the state legislature to remove the Confederate flag from atop the state capitol. For the uninitiated, the out-of-staters are the ones wearing shoes.

Until next time, I leave you with the immortal words of Jules Verne's publisher who said, "We love the book, but ‘How Deep Is The Ocean’ sounds too much like a song."
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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 111)

Actors either like to rehearse or they don’t. Hope didn’t. He felt that over-rehearsing could dull the precise timing and spontaneity that comedy requires. Hope’s propensity to under-rehearse no doubt prevented many guests who preferred more preparation from making return appearances.  Hope’s aversion to rehearsing led to the oft-heard criticism of his television performances — his obvious reliance on cue cards. He was aware, of course, that the audience often caught him glancing off camera to pick up the words being held up by Barney McNulty and his crew positioned in as many as four locations around the set’s perimeter. But for Hope, the alternative — memorizing lines — would have been impractical.  As far as Hope was concerned, appearing on TV wasn’t his primary occupation — appearing live on stage from one end of the country to the other was. He used television as a promotional tool — just a way of keeping the Hope brand in the public eye. As a result, the specials always took a backseat. If Hope was stuck at an airport in Keokuk, preparations for the show simply proceeded without him. When a physical presence was required, his longtime stand-in, Alan Kalm, a former actor Hope had worked with on Broadway, performed the honors. Alan was a real character. He had also been Bing Crosby’s stand-in and inherited Bing’s used toupees, which Alan still wore. Viewed from behind, you’d swear he was Bing.  Alan was yet another example of someone Hope helped whom he had known before he was a star. Property manager Al Borden was another; so was casting director Onnie Morrow.  Often, when Hope’s schedule conflicted, the guests were compelled to rehearse without him; they were assured that he would miraculously appear by the time the little red light on the camera flickered to life.  Hope believed that allowing his guests too many rehearsals would give them more time to come up with objections to their lines. Ideally, he preferred to hand them their script just before the first read-through where the actors sit at a long table and recite their lines precisely as they appear in the script. We stood by in case new lines were needed — heaven forbid. It’s at this point that our guests had the opportunity to voice any
reservations about their lines, but because of Hope’s “living legend” status, few ever did. A nice perk for us, to be sure.

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HONOLULU (AP) - To avoid hefty fines imposed by the FAA, airlines must allow passengers delayed on the tarmac over three hours to deplane.  Ever alert to innovative marketing opportunities, Aloha Airlines will debut their new $29 “Luau Special” -- “Maui Margaritas” served in cocoanut shells, poi in mango leaves, and a pig roasted in one of the engines.  

LONDON (BBC) - The 95,000 scheduled flights canceled over the past week have cost the airline industry an estimated $2 billion and stranded passengers at air terminals all over Europe.  Now the question being asked by travel lawyers worldwide is, “Who should pay?”  So far, the legal consensus seems to be -- Toyota.

GARNER, IOWA (AP) - Elizabeth Rasmunson designed and made her own prom dress out of 500 foil wrappers from sticks of Wrigley’s chewing gum.  When Elizabeth failed to return home on time, her panicked parents called school officials who found her stuck under a metal folding chair in the gym where the prom was held.

SEATTLE (BBC) - Rocker Courtney Love, lead singer with Hole and widow of Kurt Cobain, has petitioned the court to change her name, telling reporters “We don’t like her anymore.”  From now on she’d like to be called either “Courtney Infatuation” or Courtney “Smitten.”

DALLAS (AP)  While 20,000 football fans looked on, a 10-year old boy who’d won an essay contest, had the honor of throwing the switch that leveled the once-heralded domed-home of the Dallas Cowboys, Texas Stadium. Broadcast on CNN, Iraqis crowded around their sets, anxious to watch Americans blow up something of their own.
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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 54)

Hope thought that my background as a former lawyer was an interesting angle that might help promote the specials. So he had NBC’s publicist send out a detailed bio with photos inviting newspaper columnists to use me as a subject. When requests came in, Hope’s publicist, Ken Kantor, would set up phone interviews, scheduling them just prior to a show’s air date.  I did eight or ten interviews a season and appeared in papers ranging from the Washington Post to the San Diego Union, and in magazines like The American Bar Association Journal and Writers Digest. As it turned out, I was way ahead of my time. Today, you need a law degree from Harvard even to land an interview for a writing job on Saturday Night Live.  I was always happy to promote the specials, and in the fall of 1978, Hope asked me to help an old friend who had a late-night talk show on the radio in Florida. I thought he meant one of my regular telephone interviews, but this time, instead of working from home, I’d be on the air live from his house in Toluca Lake. To an inveterate ham, it sounded like fun. And I wouldn’t have to wear makeup. When I arrived around quarter of seven (the show would begin at ten in the East), Gig was already there. Hope’s buddy, working without an engineer, had patched a telephone hookup to the studio in Miami and had set up the microphones on a small table in Hope‘s gatehouse. In his horn-rimmed glasses and white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, he looked more like an accountant or an insurance salesman than a radio personality.  His gruff New York accent made him sound more like a cab driver than someone making his living on the radio.  He began the interview, and soon, Gig and I were taking calls from listeners asking the usual questions about working with Hope . About a half-hour into the program, Hope came down from the main house and quietly slipped in through the gatehouse door. He waited until there was a cutaway for a commercial and said, “Well, how are the boys doing?”  “Great, Bob. I’ll introduce you next.”  Then Hope turned to us and said, “I see you’ve met Larry King.”

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HOLLYWOOD (BBC) - Saddled with $4 billion in unpaid debts, M.G.M. has suspended production on its 23rd James Bond picture which had been scheduled for release in 2011.  Preliminary work had already begun on “The Man With the Golden Putter,” in which Agent 007 pits his mistresses against those of the evil Dr. Woodfinger.    

LEXINGTON, KY (AP) - The Colonel’s new “Double Down” sandwich contains 1/3 pound of beef and melted American cheese nestled between two deep-fried chicken filets.  For 99 cents more, you can get the “Double Down DF” which includes a portable heart defibrillator with two all-beef paddles.

TULSA, OK (AP) - Teens at Jenks High School arrived at their senior prom in a rented limousine that was immediately repossessed by the bank for the owner’s failure to make payments.  On a more positive note, the repo man’s girl friend driving the tow truck was chosen Prom Queen of  “A Starlit Night to Remember.”



WINNIPEG (AP) - Churchill High School teachers Adeil Ahmed and Chrystie Fitchner were fired for performing a simulated lap dance that included an approximation of oral sex during a student pep rally.  They claimed they were just celebrating Manitoba’s traditional “Fallatio Festival,” which marks the final snowstorm of winter.     

BERKELEY, CA (AP) - 7-Eleven stores nationwide are debuting their own house brand of “Game Day” beer that the company claims  “offers exceptional quality at a value price.”  As an added bonus, the bullet-proof cans come in handy during holdups.   
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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 182)

 


There were few countries in the world where Bob Hope could walk down the street and not be recognized and, as we learned shortly after arriving in the Chinese capital in 1979, the PRC was one of them. Aside from the officials assigned to oversee our every activity, no one in the city had a clue as to who the 77-year old American comedian was. The average Chinese on the street, either on foot or pedaling a bicycle, had never seen a movie, much less one with Hope in it. At first, Hope enjoyed the anonymity that he hadn’t experienced since he’d become famous. He’d often corral Gig and me to join him on long after-dinner walks through the industrial neighborhoods near downtown where most of our taping was done. He could stroll along freely, unhindered by the curious celebrity-watchers so common back home. We’d stop and peer past dusty parking lots that looked like bicycle burial grounds into assembly plants whose machines ran twenty-four hours a day, operated by hundreds of peasants — men and women all dressed alike in white shirts, gray pants and black cloth slippers. Three shifts, around-the-clock in decrepit-looking buildings that boasted Peking’s version of air-conditioning — permanently open windows. We didn’t spot any Nike labels, but only because China had not yet become the land of the American basketball-shoe.  After several weeks of this nightly routine, we noticed that Hope was growing uncomfortable with his newfound anonymity. Where were the milling throngs — the adoring, autograph-seeking fans? Adrift in a sea of blank stares — glazed unknowing l eyes — he was starting to realize that all he had was us!  But we were still in Peking.  “When we get to Shanghai, the people there will know me,” Hope would say, believing that his English birth would hold him in good stead in British-influenced Shanghai.  He was correct in one respect. Shanghai did look a lot more like London.  Both the architecture and the rich mahogany interiors stood in stark contrast to the sterile marble so much in evidence in Russian-influenced Peking. But, alas, the good citizens of Shanghai were no more familiar with that famous profile than those in the capital had been.  One early evening, while scouting locations in Shanghai’s shopping district, our small group had been walking with Hope for several blocks.  It was obvious that we were noticed by hundreds of passersby, but only as visiting Westerners.  Then from around a corner materialized a group of squealing teenagers waving what appeared to be autograph books. As they ran toward us, Hope said, “You chaps go on ahead, and I’ll catch-up after I take care of these —” The girls rushed past him and into a department store that looked to be having a sale on Junior Miss kimonos. They were waving coupon books.  Watching them rush by him, Hope looked slightly embarrassed.  “Well, Bob,” I said, “now you know how it feels to be a nobody.”  Without breaking stride, he shot back, “How do you stand it?”

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VATICAN CITY (AP) - During his Sunday address to the faithful in Vatican Square, Pope Benedict XVI apologized to ten priest sexual-abuse victims.  He then stared ahead stoically  on the giant Vati-vision screen as Tiger Wood’s father grilled him about “What were you thinking?” 

NEW YORK (AP) - Former TV host turned musician John Tesh tells Kitty Kelley in her new book "Oprah: A Biography," that he once dated Oprah but they broke up because of the stigma of interracial marriage.   Not according to Oprah who says they split because she thought elevators would become less popular and destroy his career.

PHOENIX, AZ (AP) - To demonstrate his desire to win back his wife, Sandra Bullocks’ estranged husband Jesse James checked himself into a sexual addiction clinic.  And to show he really means it, he’s had Roger Ebert’s favorable review of “The Blind Side” tattooed on his back.

MANHATTAN, NY (BBC) - On October 5, 1789, President George Washington borrowed two books from the New York Society Library and never returned them, making them 10,215 days overdue.  Good luck collecting the fine.  He checked them out under an assumed name -- Patrick Henry.   

PHOENIX, AZ (AP) -  Attempting to reduce the environmental impact of prison inmates, Arizona has adapted a program requiring convicts to generate the electricity needed to power their TVs hooked up to an exercise bike.  From now on, Death Row inmates who opt for the electric chair will have something constructive to do instead of just sitting there. 

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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 33)

While Hope sketches were broad, farcical and in the opinion of some, too silly, he had definite ideas about how he wanted them played. Most of the guests followed his directions to the letter, but once in awhile he’d run into a problem case — one like former model Susan Anton.  Susan was cast on one of our football specials as a scientist hired by the NFL to test the safety of the equipment. Hope answers her want ad for a guinea pig and is put through a series of punishing tests. Susan was going with British actor Dudley Moore at the time, and he was never far away during rehearsal. During the read-through, Hope had warned Susan not to laugh at her own lines while putting him through the wringer — literally. In one sequence, he’s in a stretching “machine” we had designed like a magician’s trick. Following our diagram, the prop department built a box with hidden shelves and dummy pants, legs and shoes that would appear to belong to Hope.  But despite his advice, Susan insisted on injecting a series of giggles before, during and after every one of her lines. Bad enough during rehearsal, but later in front of an audience, her giggling if anything, increased.  Repeatedly, Hope stopped the taping, called her off to the side and whispered instructions. Then she’d go over to Dudley who’d give her more tips — apparently to keep up the good work.  Finally, Hope surrendered and finished the sketch, hoping that Susan’s delivery could be fixed in post. But no amount of editing could save her performance, and we lost a perfectly serviceable eight-minute sketch — not to mention an opportunity to introduce the world to a human stretching machine that would have made Dick Cheney proud.

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LONDON (AP) - A huge cloud of volcanic ash from beneath an Icelandic glacier is sweeping  across the skies of Europe, causing the cancellation of all transatlantic flights indefinitely.  Scientists have estimated the amount of harmful particulates in the air to be about the same as that unleashed by 25 million San Fernando Valley gardeners with leaf blowers. 
   

LOS ANGELES (AP) - Both Larry King, 76, and his wife Shawn, 50, have filed suit to end their 13-year marriage.  He's alleging “irreconcilable differences” and she, “irreconcilable ages.”  She seeks sole custody of their kids, while he wants permanent custody of the suspenders.

LIMA, PERU (BBC) - An international team of scientists from the University of Peru has discovered a new species of blood-sucking leech with large teeth and small genitalia that can attach itself to both animals and humans and live off them for months.  Scientists describe the Tyrannobdella rex as a cross between Cato Kaelin and Jesse James.  

VATICAN CITY (AP) - An embattled Pope Benedict XVI took time off from his ongoing problems to celebrate his 83rd birthday on Friday at an impromptu party thrown by several cardinals that included ice cream, cake, a pinata stuffed with subpoenas and a party clown who turned out to be a process server.

NEW ORLEANS (AP) - Complaining that the media never took her campaign seriously, former porn starlet Stormy Daniels has withdrawn her bid for a U.S. Senate seat.  A 2007 sex scandal that arose when the incumbent David Vitter’s name was found on a madam’s list of Johns prompted Stormy to toss her G-string in the ring.  
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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 175)

During our month-long visit to China in 1979, we were allowed to shop during our visit but — officially — only at government-sponsored retail outlets for tourists called “Freedom Stores.”  Here the prices were set and clearly marked. No dickering. Even so, they were reasonable, and I brought home three good-quality wool rugs which still serve admirably.  Longing for a little more adventure, one afternoon Don, Gig and I slipped away from our guide for a couple of hours. In a narrow alley about a mile from the hotel, we discovered a small antique shop, obviously not intended for tourists. The musty interior was piled high with artifacts from estate-sales — rugs, furniture, household utensils, silverware, paintings, photos, lamps, vases, family stamps called chops made of marble or ivory and decorated with dragons, lions, monkeys and other characters from China’s ancient mythology. More items made of ivory — chopsticks, statuary, and finely-carved jewelry. Up a narrow flight of stairs was the clothing — kimonos, men’s suits, jackets, caps, sandals, shoes — all in a pile that said it hadn’t been disturbed in years.  Hanging on one wall of the dimly lit mezzanine, almost unnoticed, were old costumes retired from the Peking Opera — multicolored capes, pantaloons, garments weighted down with gold embroidery. Here was a treasure trove that foreigners weren’t supposed to find! We felt like Sydney Greenstreet stumbling upon the Maltese Falcon. We made a few purchases and headed back to the hotel. 

That night over dinner, we mentioned our find to Mikhail Baryshnikov — Mischa to his friends, thank you — and he went giddy with excitement. Peking Opera costumes? Authentic ones? Immediately we had to draw him a detailed map so he could check them out next day.  A few days later, Mischa’s manager asked me if I’d be willing to lend his client some money. He had run out of cash and he had arranged to buy five of the costumes for around $300 apiece. I said, “Like I’m gonna lend money to a Russian defector who’s in show business? This is a joke, right?”  Actually, I had about tapped out too, but suggested he ask our production cashier, Wil Oborn — we were issued a daily per diem in yuan — for an advance.  I’m told the five priceless costumes are now on display in his Manhattan brownstone.

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LAFFS From the PAST        From our issue dated April 5, 2000

Private investors have launched a plan to save the Mir space station, abandoned by the
Russians, by sending two cosmonauts to refurbish it.   They'll spend their first week removing the graffiti and replacing the broken windows.

The Maine Legislature has voted to rename everything in the state containing the word "squaw."  If the trend catches on in California, the rich and famous may soon be skiing at Indian's Wife Valley.

Doctors now advise against teaching swimming to children under four.  If that rule is ever extended to mental age, Baywatch is finished.

Lufthansa aircraft will soon carry handcuffs for use in restraining unruly passengers.  If they prove popular, they'll add whips and chains and inaugurate their new “Kinky Class.”

Logging companies and off-road vehicle enthusiasts are leading the opposition to Clinton's
plan to protect 400,000 acres of Southern California, home to giant redwoods.  Just as well. SUV owners should restrict their use to that for which they were designed -- exploring upscale supermarket parking lots.

Until next time, I leave you with the immortal words of UN Secretary General Butros Butros Ghali who, when asked if he was born in Bora Bora, Pago Pago or Walla Walla, replied "Minneapolis-St. Paul."
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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 257)



     But even with our problems in Stockholm, I do have one a great memory of the trip.  One night, after a long day of rehearsing, we returned to the hotel around nine o’clock. It was about 40 degrees below outside, and there was a nice fire going in the lounge, so Glen Campbell asked Gene and me if we’d like to join him for a nightcap. There was a fairly good jazz quartet — drums, two guitars, bass — that played there every night. We had noticed them before but were always too busy to stop. We sat at the bar for a few minutes and were recalling our day in Birdseye-ville when one of the guitar players asked Glen if he’d like to sit in for a number.
     Usually, professional musicians hesitate to take anyone up on an offer like that since it’s what they do for a living and is a little like asking Picasso to sketch something on a bar napkin. But Glen isn’t your usual pro. He loves to practice chords with his own guitar and often does — in airport lounges, television studio dressing rooms, and maybe even while showering.  Glen just loves the guitar. I suspect the guy in the quartet was a big fan, knew this, and also knew that Glen would have a hard time turning him down. 
     He was right. “Okay, just one number.” Glen took the instrument, fine-tuned a couple of strings and began picking the melody of “A Foggy Day” — the house musicians were British.
Now the bartender is on the phone — “You’re not gonna believe this... “ in Swedish, of course, but you could tell what he was saying by the excitement in his voice. Several couples who had been sitting in the lobby drifted in and took a table near the bandstand. As other guests arrived,
they could see and hear that something special was occurring in the bar.  
     Nobody headed upstairs and nobody left. Glen, as usual, was doing some astounding riffs. I asked him once how he got so damn good, and he said that as a kid, he would dream guitar chords and play them as soon as he woke up. That, my friends, is genetic. Even the owner of the guitar Glen was playing couldn’t believe the sounds he was getting out of it. Glen’s “one number” was soon three and then five. The crowd had grown to thirty or forty people — some sitting, some standing, all mesmerized.  When he finally handed the Gibson back to its owner, the applause was enough to wake up guests in their rooms who had missed Glen’s impromptu concert.
     It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments you just never forget.

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LONDON (BBC) - Charged on the floor of Parliament with "premature sexualization and unprincipled advertising," clothing chain Primark has withdrawn the sale of its falsie-equipped bikini tops for girls as young as seven.  The suit came in two models:  the candy pink  “Roman Polanski” and the black and white polka-dotted “Parish Priest.”
 

LOS ANGELES (BBC) - Putting a bit of a damper on the LA Dodgers opening day 9-5 win over Arizona, team security officials broke up the traditional pre-game parking lot tailgate parties, prompting loud complaints from long-time regulars.  Most suspected the raid was timed to drive customers to Tommy Lasorda’s new “O Solo Mio Pizza, Pasta, Salad & Discount Armani Suits” kiosk beside the players entrance.

LOS ANGELES (BBC) - Twenty-three year old personal assistant Kayden Nguyen has sued actor Steven Seagal for sexual harassment, claiming he used her as a “sex toy.”   Steven has counter-sued Kayden, claiming she failed to warn him that some assembly was required and that he would have to provide the batteries.

PORTLAND, ORE. (BBC) - A jury found the Boy Scouts of America negligent and awarded $1.4 million to a scout who was sexually abused by a Scout Troop leader who was a well-known  pedophile.  On a brighter note for the sex offender, he’s been invited by the Vatican to discuss his possible priestly vocation.  

LOS ANGELES (AP) - The bank holding the Octomom’s mortgage has given her another  six months to come up with the missed payments before eviction proceedings will be commenced.  County Welfare officials don’t hold out much hope and have already begun searching for a larger shoe in a less upscale neighborhood.  



HOLLYWOOD (AP) - Putting damper on rumors that have swirled around her for weeks, Elizabeth Taylor told reporters that she is not about to marry a ninth husband named Jason Winters.  Seems the rumors got started after a misunderstanding during a “Bride’s Magazine” interview when Liz was reviewing the short list of men she never married that included Jason Alexander and Jonathan Winters.

LUQA, MALTA (BBC) -  Mayor John Schembri has demanded the removal of a large sculpture depicting a male reproductive organ that  will be visible to Pope Benedict XVI during his upcoming visit, calling it “vulgar and embarrassing.“  Worse, the male appendage could violate copyrights on a similar symbol used in Vatican-sponsored anti-birth control ads.


CAIRO (BBC) - Archeologists digging in the Bahariya Oasis unearthed a well-preserved mummy of a woman dating to the seventh century, Egypt’s period of Roman rule, dressed in a tunic, head scarf, necklace, bracelet and shoes.   Based on several past due sales slips from Neiman-Marcus Aurelius, the body is believed to be Princess Choptl-u-dhrop, second wife of Emperor Bloomingdalius.      

NEW YORK (BBC) -  In a direct challenge to Apple’s i-Phone, Microsoft has launched their new “Kin” phone targeting the young teen wedded to social networking and instant access to Facebook, Twitter and My Space.  Expected to become a “must have” among the bubble-gumsters, it offers a “Sarah Palin” app that allows the user to instantly post palm-written notes to the internet.


AUGUSTA (AP) - Dan Jenkens, 80 year-old columnist for Golf Digest Magazine, apologized to his readers for telling a reporter at the Masters over the weekend that “I think we ordered dinner from K.J. Choi last night.”  He would have seemed a lot more sincere, though, if he hadn’t arrived at the clubhouse in a rickshaw.  

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During our five-day shooting schedule at West Point, most of the cast and crew were
assigned rooms in the Hotel Thayer, a comfortable, old, ivy-covered building on the Academy grounds that’s used primarily to house visiting family members.  It had recently received national publicity when it became the first U.S. stop for the Iranian hostages immediately following their release. It was an eerie feeling to gaze out of my fourth floor window at the historic brownstone buildings of the Point, ringed by cannon guarding the banks of the Hudson, knowing that scarcely a week before, the scene had been someone’s first look at American soil after over a year in captivity. I felt so insignificant. I was merely being held hostage by a dictatorial comedian who only acted like the Ayatollah.  But I jest.  There was a gift shop in the lobby that offered academy-themed items.  I bought a poster-sized print of an oil painting of a black, fur-plumed
drum major’s parade helmet. I carried it around with me all week, collecting the autographs of our guest stars. I managed to nail them all and didn’t realize until later that I might have a collector’s item. It’s no doubt the only document in existence signed by a Bush and George C. Scott.  We often brought back souvenirs from the bases and ships we’d visited, usually gifts from the command — such as my collection of logoed caps from the Iwo Jima, the Lexington, the Saratoga, Pope Air Base, Ft. Bragg, and even one given to us by NASA when we helped celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary. Hope appreciated the gifts, too, and whenever he received something, he’d scribble his name in some inconspicuous place as insurance that it wouldn’t end up in someone else’s locker. We, of course, adopted the custom.  While on a USO tour with Hope to the Persian Gulf, Gene Perret received a handsome flight jacket from a carrier fighter squadron. (Hope and a few other staffers got one, too.) So Gene quickly inscribed his name under the label in the neckband.  A few days later, after the souvenir had gone missing, he spotted one of the guests on the special wearing just such a fine jacket. “Here,” he said, “... let me show you a little trick we learned from Mr. Hope.”  Reaching under the guy’s collar, he said, “He always writes his name on everything — usually in some inconspicuous place, like right here, under the label where my name is.”

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Members of Yarmy’s Army, the fabled troupe of comedy professionals from days of yore, is staging a fund-raiser for Lonny Chapman’s Group Rep Theater!  On stage:  Shelley Berman (Boston Legal), Pat Harrington (One Day at a Time), Steve Landesberg (Barney Miller), Jack Riley (The Bob Newhart Show) Jim Mac George (Stan Laurel) and special guest, Peter Marshall (Hollywood Squares).

When:  April 21, 2010
Where:  Group Rep Theater, 10900 Burbank Blvd., North Hollywood
Time:  7:30 PM (reception follows)
Tickets:  $30 (tax deductible)
Phone orders:  (323) 822-7898   www.thegrouprep.com
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ORLANDO, FL (BBC) - Wizard of Oz Munchkin Meinhardt Raabe, who, announcing the death of the Wicked Witch, uttered the immortal words "As coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her and she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead."  In accordance with his final wishes, he was buried beneath a marble gravestone inscribed:  “Here the Coroner of Oz Does Lie.  I Hope They Were as Sure As I.”

HOLLYWOOD (BBC) - Actor Charlie Sheen told reporters that the final season of his hit sitcom “Three and a Half Men“ may be at hand  after rumors circulated that he was demanding a salary increase its producers aren‘t willing to meet.  According to industry insiders, Charlie now gets $825,000 per episode, or as he refers to it, “three nights with a hooker.”


BURBANK (AP) - To the total dismay of most discerning viewers and critics, NBC has renewed the prime-time spousal dispute reality game show “The Marriage Ref,” produced by Jerry Seinfeld who agreed to several changes that will be executed next season.  To add a much-needed element of tension, excitement, and a wider appeal to non-Christians, the losing spouse will be publicly stoned.  


WASHINGTON, D.C. (AP) - The Newseum will display the tan Armani suit that O.J. Simpson wore on October 3, 1995, the day he was acquitted of murdering Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman in Los Angeles.  The exhibit, which contains memorabilia from the notorious trial, had hoped to obtain the knife O.J. used but he’d already sold it to Ginzu, who have it on display in their Tokyo headquarters.


LOS ANGELES (AP) - Reported to be the only oil painting that Michael Jackson ever posed for, “The Book” by Australian artist Brett Livingstone will soon be sold to the highest bidder on E-Bay.  Which could turn out to be the Vatican.  In the painting, Michael is wearing  a Roman collar while doing the Moon Walk for a group of alter boys.      
 

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From THE LAUGH MAKERS (Page 113 )
 

We were in Honolulu to tape a special that featured guests Tom Selleck, Mr. T and Loni Anderson. The scripts were delivered to their suites in the Honolulu Hilton so they’d be waiting for them when they arrived.  Gene Perret and I had written a spot for Loni and Hope that centered on a recent made-for-TV movie of Loni’s that had gotten high ratings. In the film, she played a high-class call girl who somehow raises a teenage daughter while concealing from her the less-than-wholesome nature of her profession. Gene and I assumed — wrongfully, as it turned out — that, since she had done the movie, she wouldn’t mind having a little fun discussing its interesting — if totally implausible — premise.  Our make-believe conversation contained exchanges like this:

HOPE: So tell me, how did you ever manage to have all those men sleeping over without your daughter getting suspicious?

LONI: Oh, that was easy. I just convinced her that she had a hundred-and-fifty uncles.

While unpacking, Loni reads the material, concludes that we’ve made light of a serious topic and decides not to do the routine. But she doesn’t voice her complaints to anyone connected with the show. Instead, she calls her agent in California. (That’s how things like this are often done in Hollywood.)  The agent then calls our producer, Carolyn Raskin, who’s quickly on the phone to Hope who hangs up and dials us. We’re dispatched to extinguish the artistic brush fire. We somehow convince Loni that we’re paid to make light of serious topics and that call girls raising teens wasn’t as yet a national scandal. Loni agrees to do the spot, and we breathe easy again.  We also decide never to write another routine about hookers.

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COMEDY-COMEDY-COMEDY-COMEDY-COMEDY-COMEDY

Members of
Yarmy’s Army, the fabled troupe of comedy professionals from days of yore, is staging a fund-raiser for Lonny Chapman’s Group Rep Theater!  On stage:  Shelley Berman (Boston Legal), Pat Harrington (One Day at a Time), Steve Landesberg (Barney Miller), Jack Riley (The Bob Newhart Show) Jim Mac George (Stan Laurel) and special guest, Peter Marshall (Hollywood Squares).

When: 
April 21, 2010
Where:  Group Rep Theater, 10900 Burbank Blvd., North Hollywood
Time:  7:30 PM (reception follows)
Tickets:  $30 (tax deductible)
Phone orders:  (323) 822-7898   www.thegrouprep.com
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SMOKE & STAINED GLASS MIRRORS

As regular readers of this column may have already sensed, Dr. Digit has been somewhat distracted of late by the publication of Bob's new book, The Laugh Makers from Bear Manor Media and now available on Amazon.com and Barnes & Nobel.com. While the Good Doctor's creative output has been preempted by the extensive promotional duties inherent in his position of author's assistant, he managed in his spare moments (rare as they are) to file the following essay which we hope will restore him to your good graces.

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SMOKE & STAINED GLASS MIRRORS

  • During my considerable time on this spinning planet, I have repeatedly observed an interesting, though somewhat unsettling, phenomenon: the more a person wishes to hide, the more clothing that individual will insist upon wearing whilst pursuing his or her chosen profession. An example is in order. Take your typical religious functionary, labeled within the salvation game "clerics,""ministers," "padres," or in some Old Testament-leaning cults, "biblophiles." These fellas -- and more and more it seems these days, gals, reluctantly admitted to the exclusive ranks of these dedicated Commandment Commandos -- most certainly must be singled out as amongst the worst offenders. This is more than likely because they embark upon their halo-hyping careers saddled with the most embarrassing moral and ethical detritus they understandably would prefer to see remain outside the awareness of the common man -- who are, lest they forget -- their primary marks.

  • Among this esteemed fraternity, the worst I would say are your Roman Catholics, whose now infamous branch of Christianity has been around longer than most of the others -- although Episcopalians aren't far behind with Mormons nipping at their sandaled heels. This Italy-headquartered cult has had more time to accumulate the mass -- pardon the pun -- of unsavory and totally despicable historical markers (Crusades, anyone? Spanish Inquisition? Roger Mahoney?) its proponents would naturally prefer to eliminate from historical memory, much as one would skim unsightly and health-threatening pond scum from the surface of an otherwise pristine swimming pool. In truth, whoever came up with the term "Holy Mother Church" to describe this gang of psalm-spouting proselytizers was close, but got it only half right.

  • On the other hand, at the opposite end of this spiritual spectrum, leaders of your more Johnny-come-lately cults, such as that founded by Ted Haggert, as one might expect, aren't burdened with nearly as many skeletons in the sacristy to conceal. As you no doubt recall, the Rev. Ted often preached dressed in a T-shirt, though these days I would suspect he'd prefer to pulpitate in a parka.

  • Let's examine the typical man-of-the-cloth (or should that be armor?) as he ascends the pulpit to address his "flock" -- often referred to in the religious press individually as "lambs" but let's be realistic here, sheep are sheep. Our High Mass Houdini will be attired in vestments (their term, not mine) consisting of layers of multi-colored gowns, capes, sashes, and scarf-like ribbons of Irish linen, Indian cotton, Chinese silk and other equally exotic fibers piled so snugly, one upon the other, the wearer's head very often can barely be seen poking out from this ever-so-symbolic pile of ecclesiastical laundry. Usually topping this bundle of biblical buffoonery is head gear of some sort, traditionally designed to extend some twelve to sixteen inches above the performer's mid-forehead, pointed at it tip much like that of of poison arrow wielded by a New Guinea tribesman and equally as fear-inducing to younger onlookers witnessing this choreographed, costumed ritual.

  • To further insure the observer's continued distraction, undecipherable Latin and Greek symbols are embossed willy-nilly upon the outer garments that are visible to (and are fully expected to dazzle) the adoring horde of assembled gullibles; add to this an artful array of chains, leather thongs, ropes and beads (some dangling sacred iconography in gold, silver and other precious and semi-precious metals and gem stones), as well as a jewel-encrusted staff that, if auctioned at Christies, would bring enough cash to buy Pittsburgh -- this guy is supposed to be a shepherd, remember -- and you have what appears to even the most Theologically cynical among us, a display of fraudulent fakery worthy of Penn & Teller on opening night at Caesar's. (History note: In the early 1920s, in clear violation of international trademarks held by the Vatican, the costume, with accessories, was adopted almost in its entirety, by the American branch of the Ku Klux Klan. Ed.)

  • Now, to further embellish the the illusion as well as complicate the observer's already-confused perception of it, carefully chosen sounds are subtly introduced to the mix. Bells have emerged as a traditional favorite throughout the centuries followed, in no particular order of preference, by the clanking of chains against brass incense-burners; the clacking of wooden, metal or ceramic beads, ideally accompanied by an annoyingly loud pipe organ in rhythm with, more often than not, the clapping of hands. The latter is a spontaneous, though fully programmed, response from the studio audience -- an outburst of piety professionally orchestrated and expertly integrated by our pulpited master-of-ceremonies to bring his con to an emotionally satisfying and visually impressive crescendo. Waft some smoke (referred to since the Nativity as "incense" but smoke is smoke) whilst chanting some equally elusive platitudes in a foreign tongue and the cover-up is complete.

  • But this mass (pardon the pun... again) indoctrination isn't over quite yet. The spiritual prestidigitation extends even further to the titles that these chuzpatic gospel gonzos cavalierly deign to award one another at intervals determined solely by the level of professional competence displayed by each during his soul-rescuing, scripture-spouting sojourn amongst the unsuspecting. Be warned. As difficult as this is for any rational, moderately-educated adult to process intellectually, these nattering nabobs of kneeling actually assign their palm-pressing brethren formal titles, designed to depict ascending amounts of reverence -- the genetically-inherited and job-acquired holiness, if you will -- shown by each.

  • Entry level rookies are designated "Reverend" which appears to reflect the minimum degree of reverence expected to insure uninterrupted employment. The reverend one is encouraged to freely dip into his run-of-the-mill (relatively speaking) font of saintliness as long as it takes to get really good at it. Assuming all goes according to traditional career path markers -- the Reverend's monastic moniker will, sooner or later, be kicked up a notch to Very Reverend." This representing, it would appear, your garden variety reverence with an additional dash of pizazz -- sanctity with extra oomph, or star power, if you prefer.

  • But, believe it or not, they don't stop here! There is yet one final and highly coveted achievement plateau reserved for those rare scripture shills who eventually (this commonly takes years of increasingly cloying platitude spewing) somehow manage to qualify for the gold ring awarded to the rare few possessing, and all the while displaying, the most reverence it's, by definition, humanly possible to exhibit. Not simply Reverend... not Very Reverend... but so reverend, so blessed with such an unseemly generous supply of reverence, it would be virtually impossible for the super pulpit pummler to be any more reverend than he already is! From now on, this homily huckster will be addressed in public as -- are you ready for this? -- Most Reverend!

  • When one stops to think about it, even the pope himself must make do with the considerably less lofty title "His Holiness." But that exalted and historically storied position comes with its own set of devinely-inspired perks (infallibility, anyone?) that, due to space limitations, will have to be addressed -- and, one would hope, roundly condemned and suitably pilloried -- in some future column.


(EDITOR'S NOTE: in 2008, 803 lawsuits alleging sexual abuse by priests were filed against the Roman Catholic Church, an increase of 16% over the previous year. Since 1950, $2.6 billion in damages have been paid to sexual abuse victims by the Vatican.)

Grateful for your continued interest in his contributions to the blogosphere, Dr. Digit welcomes your comments, suggestions (yes, and even threats of eternal damnation, or at the very least being forced to sit through another Da Vinci Code sequel), which may be addressed to:

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NOTE: THIS EXCITING ADVENTURE IS PHOTO-ILLUSTRATED। THE RARE PHOTOS THAT ACCOMPANY THE TEXT BEGIN ON PAGE 23.

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(MUSIC: THEME IS CLOSE TO JAMES
MICHENER’S “HAWAII,” BUT DIFFERENT
ENOUGH TO AVOID ROYALTIES.)

(CREDITS ROLL OVER AERIAL SHOT OF
THE VAST INDIAN OCEAN SOMEWHERE
BETWEEN FIJI AND NEW ZEALAND. AS
CAMERA ZOOMS IN, A TINY SPECK ON
THE HORIZON REVEALS ITSELF AS A
GRAY, RUSTY TRAMP STEAMER. WE SEE
HER NAME ON THE STERN, "S.S.BAY
BUCHANAN" BELOW A PANAMANIAN
FLAG.)

(DISSOLVE TO: INT. CREW’S QUARTERS
DEEP WITHIN THE AGING SHIP’S HULL.
IT’S MARKED BY PEELING PAINT AND TWO
SMUDGED PORT HOLES. ASLEEP IN A
GENTLY SWAYING HAMMOCK IS BOB
CONROY, HALF OF THE VAUDEVILLE TEAM
OF "CONROY & O'GRADY." HIS PARTNER,
BING O'GRADY, ATTEMPTS TO SHAKE HIM
AWAKE.)

BING:
Junior! Wake up!

BOB:
(Groggy) Wha --?

BING:
Com’on… Up! Up! Chop! Chop!

BOB:
(Turns over)
You chop, I’ll saw. Wake me for the matinee.

BING:
There’s no matinee today… or any day.
We were fired. Remember?

BOB:
(Suddenly awake) Fired? Again?

BING:
You ingested too much grape of the vine, my boy.
We were handed our eight by tens over a week ago.
The Keith Circuit replaced us with a younger team.

BOB:
Oh yeah. The Burns & Allen knockoffs,
Olbermann & Maddow.

BING:
(mimicking) “Songs, Patter and Clever Chatter”…
Get dressed, Junior. We’ve got work to do.

BOB:
Like what? I thought you said --

BING:
Like start this movie for one thing. I think we
still owe it to the folks, don't you?

BOB:
Are we still with Paramount?

BING:
No. We’re now with United Artists. (to
audience) And I thought I my agent was
incommunicado.

BOB:
Same money?

BING:
No, but we got some back end points.

BOB:
What are back end points?

BING:
We get 10% off the Luncheon Buffet at Pickfair.
(displays small bottle) Hey, Snorkle Snout,
what’s this I found nestled in your duffle?

BOB:
(looks) Oh, that. Found it on the beach.
Thought it might have a message in it.

BING:
(removes cork) Well, well… let’s just have a
looksee…(peers into bottle) Nothing inside, but
there are some words printed on the neck…
(reads) "RUB… HERE... FOR… THREE… WISHES.”

BOB:
What are you waiting for, Dad? Lay some skin
on that Steuben.

BING:
Here goes...

(HE RUBS THE BOTTLE AND SUDDENLY
THERE’S A PUFF OF SMOKE. STANDING
THERE IS A TALL, ANGULAR WOMAN OF
ABOUT 40 WITH WAIST-LENGTH BLONDE
HAIR AND BONE STRUCTURE JUST THIS
SIDE OF SKELETAL)

BOB:
Wow! How’d you do that?

BING:
(demonstrates with bottle) Well, it’s all in the
wrist. See, you have to --

BOB:
Not you, Caboose Hips. (points) Her.

GIRL:
You rubbed?

BING:
Looks like a direct hit on your G-spot,
honey. What’s your name?

GIRL:
I am Dorothy LaCoulter, but you can
call me “Dot.”

BOB:
Owwww… Morse code. I’m getting your
message loud and clear, baby.

BING:
Down, Farquardt. There’ll be plenty of time
for hickeys in the sequel. (to Dot) Tell me,
honey, how did you fit through the neck of
that bottle?

DOT:
I’m skinny.

BOB:
(examining the merchandise) Grrrrr
There’s enough meat on those ribs for me.
I’m on the Jenny Craig.

DOT:
Actually, I’m anorexic.

BING:
Wouldn’t a few Blue Plate Specials at
Barney’s Beanery solve that?

DOT:
You’d think so, but every time I swallow food,
I barf up a liberal.

BOB:
She's bipartisan. I love that quality in a girl.

BING:
How did you get in there in the first place, honey?

DOT:
I advertised in Craig’s List for a roommate
and Barbara Eden answered.

BING:
Ah, a delightful lass. Tell me, did Babs ever solve
that bellybutton problem?

DOT:
She finally had one tattooed on. See, I
needed a roommate after I was banished
from the ancient kingdom of Neocontopia.
I was a princess there, third in line to the
throne.

BOB:
And you gave all that up for freelance
genie work?

DOT:
It’s a long story. Our kingdom was prosperous
and peaceful for over two hundred years before
we were attacked by the Bushies.

BING:
Sounds positively horticultural. Who are
these “Bushies” anyway?

DOT:
A tribe of war-loving natives from an under-
developed region of the kingdom called Texonia.
They subjected our fifedom to war, torture, false
imprisonment and economic unrest for eight years.

BOB:
Sounds like Time-Warner Cable. But why were
you banished?

DOT:
Two reasons. First, after supporting these evil
people -- I even wrote books about them and
promoted their vile deeds on television -- (aside)
I can't believe I debated Bill Maher. But then,
I had an epiphany, realized how vile I had become,
and threatened to expose their whole devil-inspired
world-conquering agenda.

BOB:
And they gave you the royal heave-ho
just for that?

DOT:
I also refused to enter an arranged marriage
engineered by my parents, the king and queen.

BING:
A shotgun job, huh. Who'd they book into
your honeymoon suite?

DOT:
I had a choice… Sir Knute of Gingrich or
a court jester named Glen Beck.

BOB:
A court jester married to a princess. What a
ground-breaking concept.

DOT:
Please. I need your help to return to my rightful
place as third in line to the throne. I don't
mean to be difficult, but I must insist that you
help me before I can grant your three wishes.

BOB:
We should have read the label more carefully.
I knew there was a catch. How are we supposed
to help? We couldn’t even manage to hold down
a job at Paramount.

BING:
Now keep your Huggies on, Junior.
Maybe there is a way we can help the lady.
I have an idea.

HOPE: It better last for at least an hour
and a half.

(CUT TO: AERIAL SHOT OF A TRUCK SPEEDING
ALONG A COUNTRY ROAD. AS THE CAMERA
MOVES CLOSER, WE SEE PRINTED ON THE
TRUCK’S SIDE: “CRYSTAL PLUNGE POOL
SERVICE - ESTHER WILLIAMS, FOUNDER.”)

(CUT TO: INT. TRUCK. BOB IS BEHIND THE
WHEEL AND BING SITS BESIDE HIM EXAMINING
A MAP OPENED ON HIS LAP. BOTH ARE DRESSED
IN AQUAMARINE JUMPSUITS WITH THEIR NAMES
EMBROIDERED OVER THE BREAST POCKET.
THEY WEAR MILKMAN-TYPE HATS WITH THE
“CRYSTAL PLUNGE” LOGO ON THE FRONT.)

BOB:
This is the craziest idea you’ve had yet!
I’ve never cleaned a pool and I haven’t
slept with that many bored housewives.

BING:
Well, son, maybe it’s time you learned.
Besides, it got us off that barnacle bucket,
didn’t it?

BOB:
Yeah, just when I was starting to enjoy
rickets.

BING:
And don‘t forget, Junior, we need those
three wishes if we ever want to play the
Palace again.

BOB:
Some genie. Just when we need her
to explain that map, she disappears.

BING:
She’ll be back by the next reel. She
promised her roommate she’d do a
cameo in an “I Dream of Jeannie”
re-run…
In the meantime, we’ve got to find
Blackwater Downs. (looks) According
to this, the turnoff is along here
somewhere.

BOB:
How do we even know it’s accurate?

BING:
Reliable source. My late uncle Nelson
left me the map in his will -- no bread,
just this along with a riddle that explained
its meaning that I could never crack...
until Dot filled in the missing piece.

BOB:
(To audience) Get it? “Nelson“… “riddle.”
He’ll do anything to plug his latest album…
How come you never mentioned him to me?

BING:
He was sworn to secrecy. Uncle Nels was a
contractor engaged by billionaire arms dealer
L. Grover Norquist to build a 60-room mansion.
The grounds were later converted into a training
complex for an ultra-secret paramilitary force
with plans to wage a “shadow war” in the
Middle East.

HOPE:
(to camera) If this is too much plot for you
folks, we’ll have a recap at intermission.

BING:
If we have any chance of helping Dot regain
her billing on the royal marquee, we’ve got to
find out who’s behind it, collect enough evidence
to satisfy the gendarmes and put them out
of business.

BOB:
Oh, is that all? Silly me, I thought we were
being foolhardy.

BING:
(looks) Bingo! There’s the sign. Turn in here.

(BOB GLIDES THE TRUCK OFF THE HIWAY AND
ONTO AN ACCESS ROAD. A SIGN BESIDE THE
ROAD READS: “BLACKWATER DOWNS -
AUTHORIZED VEHICLES ONLY.” AS THEY BEGIN
THE DRIVE TOWARD THE ENTRANCE, WE SEE A
TRAINING FACILITY SIMILAR TO THE FBI’S IN
“SILENCE OF THE LAMBS”: CADETS MARCHING,
PRACTICING JUDO, RUNNING AN OBSTICLE
COURSE, ETC.)

BING:
This has the definite aura of Ian Fleming.

BOB:
Where’s “Top Job” when you need him?
And I let my “Gold’s Gym” membership
lapse.

(THEY REACH THE GATE, ON EITHER SIDE OF
WHICH IS A 15-FOOT TALL CYCLONE FENCE
TOPPED WITH MULTIPLE ROLLS OF RAZOR
WIRE. THERE ARE SEARCH LIGHTS AND
SURVELLIANCE CAMERAS. BOB STOPS THE
TRUCK, REACHES OUT AND PRESSES THE
BUTTON BENEATH A LARGE SPEAKER.)

SPEAKER (V.O.):
Yes?

BOB:
(into speaker) Two cheeseburgers, two
small fries, iced tea and a prune shake
if you make it thick, and maybe some
onion rings… yeah, toss in some rings.

BING:
(leaning across Bob) Better hold the onions,
Chief. We’re here to clean the pool.

SPEAKER (V.O.):
Where’s Alejandro?

HOPE:
He got the day off to have his green card
spruced up. It was starting to fade.

(THE MECHANICAL GATE SLOWLY OPENS.)

HOPE:
Am I wrong or was the Paramount gate
friendlier?

BING:
Relax, Junior. Haven’t you ever played
a pool man?

HOPE:
No, but I was once a feather-skimmer in
“Swan Lake.”

BING:
(checking map)
According to this, the pool is straight
ahead on the right, between the Donald
Rumsfeld Enhanced Interrogation Pavilion
and the Cheney Torture Learning Center.

BOB:
Gee, I wonder if there are any openings
Left in Sneering 1-A.

(THEY PASS THE TWO BUILDINGS.)

BING:
That’s the outdoor pool to the left. Pull
in there.

(THEY PARK AND GET OUT OF THE TRUCK.
BING SPREADS THE MAP ON THE HOOD.)

BING:
See, Junior, (points) we’re here and that’s
the Norquist mansion over there. (points)

HOPE:
(points down) And these are my feet
heading for the exit back there. This whole
place gives me the creeps.

BING:
Hey, don’t go Pee Wee Herman on
me now. We’ve got the perfect cover. We
just need to get into the house for a look
around.

BOB:
That house? Not me, Sherlock. I’m afraid
to walk through the Psycho house on the
Universal Tour.

(BING OPENS THE BACK DOOR OF THE TRUCK,
REACHES IN AND HANDS HOPE A FISHING
TACKLE BOX WITH “POOL TESTING SUPPLIES”
PRINTED ON THE SIDE.)

BING:
You carry this and I’ll take care of any rabid
bats.

(HE GRABS A LEAF NET HANGING ON THE SIDE
OF THE TRUCK.)

(CUT TO: THE BOYS AT THE FRONT DOOR OF
THE HOUSE. IT‘S HUGE: THREE STORIES,
COLLINADES, DORMER WINDOWS, AND A
TEN-CAR GARAGE, IN FRONT OF WHICH A
UNIFORMED CHAUFFEUR IS POLISHING A
WHITE ROLLS-ROYCE PHAETON.)

BOB:
(looking it over) That reminds me… I’ve
got to reserve Versailles for the summer.

BING:
(pressing bell) Now just act like you’ve
been around pools all your life.

HOPE:
Me? I wear water wings in the bathtub.
My mother was frightened by Johnny
Weissmuller.

BING:
There will be a slight delay while they
check our lighting on the surveillance
camera. (smiles toward camera) Com’on,
show ‘em those Pepsodent pearlies.

HOPE:
Not unless they‘re paying scale…
(turns to leave) That’s enough time.
They’re probably watching Fox News.
We’ll try again in the Spring.

(AS BING PULLS HIM BACK, A BUTLER IN
BLACK TIE AND TAILS OPENS THE DOOR.)

BUTLER:
May I help you?

BING:
Yes, my good man. We’re from Crystal
Plunge Pool Service, delighting customers
since 1936...

BOB:
“Chlorine With a Smile,” that’s our motto.

BUTLER:
(points) The pool is over there.

BING:
So it is… so it is, indeed. But we’re here
to… you tell him, Junior.

HOPE:
You’d better tell him. I don’t speak Arthur
Treacher.

BING:
(to butler) Actually, there seems to be
some sort of drainage problem.

BUTLER:
What kind of drainage problem?

BING:
Well, it appears that Mr. Norquist’s bath
water is somehow draining into the pool.

HOPE:
So far, it’s killed three carp and eaten
the chrome off the pool ladder.

BING:
We don’t wish to alarm you, but a diagnostic
drain check is, in our professional opinion,
necessary to avert a possible public health
emergency.

BUTLER:
Oh, I suppose it will be all right since
Mr. Norquist is away at the moment.
Come in.

(HE ESCORTS THEM TO THE FOOT OF A GRAND
STAIRCASE.)

BUTLER:
I’m watching a “Family Affair” rerun in the
kitchen. Call me if you need anything. The
master bath is at the head of the stairway
to the left.

(THE BUTLER LEAVES AND THE BOYS HEAD UP
THE STAIRS.)

HOPE:
Another Sebastian Cabot fan. Seem to be
everywhere these days.

BING:
While I try to find E. Grover’s office, you
keep an eye out in case Jeeves comes
back.

(BING DISAPPEARS DOWN THE HALL)

HOPE:
(calls after him) Write if you get work…
(aside) I wonder if Woodward and Bernstein
started this way.

(HE SPOTS A FRAMED PAINTING HANGING ON
THE WALL. HE SQUINTS TO READ THE TITLE
PLAQUE.)

HOPE:
(reads) “Guard Dogs Playing Poker at
Abu Gharib.”

(DOWNSTAIRS, THE FRONT DOOR OPENS AND A
YOUNG GIRL OF ABOUT TWELVE ENTERS. SHE
PLACES HER SCHOOL BACKPACK ON A TABLE
BESIDE THE DOOR AND HANGS UP HER COAT
AND HAT. SHE LOOKS UP AND SPOTS HOPE AT
THE TOP OF THE STAIRS.)

HOPE:
(calling down) If your peddling Thin Mints,
I’m on a low Girl Scout cookie diet.

GIRL:
(climbing the stairs) I live here. I’m Melissa
Norquist. You one of daddy’s mercenaries?

HOPE:
Me? No, I flunked the physical. I have a
Purple Heart murmur. I’m the pool inspector.
We’re checking -- uh -- banister safety this
week.

(HE GRABS BANNISTER AND JIGGLES IT.)

HOPE:
Can’t be to careful. We’ve had reports of
of staircase injuries in this area.

GIRL:
Where’s Alejandro?

HOPE:
Oh, him. He’s in the ER being treated for
a near-fatal algae overdose.

(THE GIRL PASSES HOPE AND HEADS DOWN THE
HALLWAY OPPOSITE THE ONE BING TOOK.)

GIRL:
Better finish up soon. The guests will start
Arriving in less than an hour.

HOPE:
Guests?

GIRL:
For daddy’s annual “Hallelujah Halliburton
party. Everybody who’s anybody in the war-
for-profit industry will be here. We’re so
excited. Guns & Ammo Magazine is doing a
cover story on it this year.

HOPE:
Just my luck. My formal fatigues are at
the cleaners.

GIRL:
It’s so cool! After dinner, they put on a
fireworks display with the latest ground-to-air
missile launchers.

BOB:
Bombs bursting in air. I know the feeling.

(BING COMES DOWN THE HALL WAVING A FILE
FOLDER. HE DOESN‘T SEE THE GIRL.)

BING:
Junior! Wait until you lock your twenty-
twenties on this!

HOPE:
(nodding toward girl) Ixnay on the aisle fey.

BING:
(spots girl, opens file, pretends to read)
The drain seems normal. A little of what we
term in the industry “follicle backup,” but
that’s to be expected in a house this age.
Yes siree, definitely a clean bill of health
drain-wise...

HOPE:
(to girl as she moves away) Thanks
for the tip. Must rush off now to freshen
up.

BING:
(whispers as they go down the stairs)
Junior, I found a list of all the civilians
Blackwater has killed in Iraq!

HOPE:
That's nothing. I just found out how we
can meet the thugs who did it.

(AS BING AND BOB DESCEND THE STAIRCASE, WE: FREEZE FRAME.)

BOB: (V.O.)
This was nothing new. Bing and I
had been out to top each other
from the very first time we met...
on the first day of school at Our
Lady of Perpetual Indoctrination.

(MUSIC UP: SCOTT JOPLIN STRIDE PIANO.)

(SUPER ON BLACK MATTE: "Cleveland, Ohio, 1921")

(CUT TO: EXT. SCHOOLYARD. TWO YOUNG BOYS ARE FIGHTING, THEIR BIKES PARKED NEARBY. AS THEY WRESTLE ON THE ASPHALT, MONSIGNOR MAURICE FITZGIBBON, 70-YEAR OLD PASTOR, EMERGES FROM THE PRIESTS' HOUSE AND SEPARATES THEM. HE'S THE STEREOTYPICAL PRE- CHILD MOLESTING CATHOLIC CLERIC, DISTINCTLY IRISH WITH A SPEECH PATTERN FALLING SOMEWHERE BETWEEN BARRY FITZGERALD AND FRANK McCOURT.)

MONSIGNOR:
Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Saints
alive! Cease the violence this instant!
(grabs each by an earlobe and yanks
them to their feet) Now which one of
you started this?

BING/BOB:
(pointing) He did!

BING:
He called me "Lard Butt"!

BOB:
And he made fun of my nose!

MONSIGNOR:
(straightening their ties) Well, I can
see some justification in both cases,
but this behavior is unacceptable for
boys your age. Where do you think
you are, Akron?

BING/BOB:
No, Monsignor.

MONSIGNOR:
If
mother superior, Sister Necrophelia,
were to hear of this, you'd be kept
after school until the Feast of the
Enlarged Prostate of Jesus. Now
shake hands like good lads and I
promise not to mention it to her.
It will be our secret.

BING/BOB:
Thank you, Monsignor.

MONSIGNOR:
Tell me now, what are your names?

BING:
I'm Harry Lillis O'Grady and he's
Leslie Townes Conroy.

MONSIGNOR:
Harry and Leslie... (shakes his head)
well, that won't do. Let's see... (studies
them)... From now on, you're "Bing"
and "Bob." Yes, that's much better.

BOB:
Better? For what?

MONSIGNOR:
The marquee, of course. I'm casting
you both in the school play.

(CUT TO: MARQUEE IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL: "DEATH OF A SALESMAN" STARRING BING O'GRADY AND BOB CONROY.)

BOB: (V.O.)
So that was how it began. The monsignor
took us under his wing and until we
graduated, made sure we got the best
parts in all the school plays. It wasn't
the Actors Studio, but it was a start.

(CUT TO: BOB ON STAGE AS WILLIE LOMAN. HE'S BEEN CALLED TO THE BOSS'S OFFICE.)

BING:
(behind desk) Willie, I'm sorry but
your sales are down for the third year
in a row. I'm afraid we're going to
have to let you go.

BOB:
After all I've given to this company?
Can't I have just one more chance?
There's one thing left that I've never
tried selling.

BING:
What's that?

BOB:
Toothpaste.

(AUDIENCE ROARS.)

(CIT TO: BING ON CARDBOARD BALCONY IN DRAG AS JULIETTE. BOB AS ROMEO KNEELS IN THE GARDEN BELOW.)

BING:
Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou
Romeo?

BOB:
I'm down here, sweetie, but this is
going nowhere.

BING:
Why, dearest?

BOB:
Because I'm a Montague and you're
a Capulet.

BING:
I'm not a Capulet. My mother's name
was "Steinberg."

(AUDIENCE ROARS)

(CUT TO: BING AND BOB ON STAGE. HOKEY CARDBOARD ROMAN COLISEUM SET. BING DRESSED AS JULIUS CAESAR AND BOB AS BRUTUS.)

BING:
Friends, Romans, countrymen... give
me your ears!

BOB:
(aside to audience) Yeah, like he needs
an extra set!

(AUDIENCE ROARS)

(CUT TO: INT. NUN'S QUARTERS. SISTER NECROPHELIA SITS FOR AN INTERVIEW.)

SISTER:
If you want my honest opinion, they
were two of the strangest boys we
ever had at Our Lady of Perpetual
Indoctrination. Not troublemakers
exactly, but you had to keep your
eye on 'em. Like that little one... the
one with the ears... his classmates
called him "Der Bingle"... always
humming "White Christmas" I think
it was... over and over. Got so we
dreaded the Holidays. And his
partner... the one with the pope's
nose... a real ladies'man... charmer
he was... and age didn't seem to
matter. We finally had to change the
locks on the postulates' bedrooms.
A real threat to our vow of Chastity...
(smiles) although in his own way, he
could make a woman feel... (recovers)
I'm sorry... where was I... ?

(CUT TO; BOB AND BING AS PARTY CLOWNS. THEIR AUDIENCE IS A GROUP OF 5 AND 6 YEAR OLDS, SITTING ON THE FLOOR INTENTLY WATCHING BING AS HE ATTEMPTS TO MAKE A BALLOON ANIMAL.)

BOB: (V.O.)
After high school,we kicked around
the midwest, taking whatever jobs we
could find. We'd do anthing as long
as it was in show business. We were
doing okay until that kids' party in
Des Moines when Bing took a wrong
twist on his balloon...

BING:
Watch closely, kids! I'll give you a hint.
This little guy belongs to Charlie Brown...

(BING'S "SNOOPY" SUDDENLY TURNS INTO A FULLY-ERECT, HUGE GREEN PENIS WITH A LARGE SCROTUM DANGLING BENEATH.)

BING: (CONT'D.)
Oops... looks like Snoopy turned into
a public health demonstration. Can you
say "sexually transmitted disease"?

BOB: (V.O.)
Just then, the birthday kid's dad walked
in and...

(DAD STARTS CHASING BING WHO FLEES INTO THE BACK YARD.)

(FLIP SCREEN: TWO UNIFORMED COPS ORDER BING TO CLIMB DOWN FROM THE TREE IN WHICH HE'S PERCHED. THE COPS HANDCUFF BOTH BOYS, AND AS THEY'RE LED OFF, THE KIDS CHEER.)

BOB: (CONT'D.)
After we were paroled, it really got
tough finding work as registered
sex offenders so we did the only
thing left... we enlisted in the
Salvation Army.

(CUT TO: EXT. FOURTH OF JULY PARADE. THE BOYS, IN UNIFORM, MARCH WHILE PLAYING TROMBONES WITH WHICH THEY GOOSE THE LINE OF FEMALE TAMBOURINE PLAYERS IN FRONT OF THEM.)

BOB: (CONT'D.)
We were given the first Court Martial in
Salvation Army history.

(CUT TO; INT. COURTROOM. FIVE SALVATION ARMY OFFICERS SIT AS JUDGES. BING AND BOB SIT IN THE DEFENDANTS' BOX GUARDED BY TWO ARMED SALVATION ARMY SERGEANTS. AMY SEMPLE McPHERSON IS ON THE STAND BEING EXAMINED BY CLARENCE DARROW.)

BOB: (CONT'D.)
The trial lasted for three weeks and our
lawyer, Clarence Darrow, called twenty
character witnesses including Amy
Semple McPherson, Sister Necrophelia
and Monsignor Fitzgibbon. But it was
all for naught...

(CUT TO: NEWSPAPER HEADLINE INSERT: "Pair Convicted of Sexual Harassment With Musical Instruments!")

BOB: (CONT'D.)
We were found guilty on all five counts

of felony assault with a trombone and
sentenced to three years distributing
pamphlets...

(CUT TO: INT. AIRPORT LOBBY. THE BOYS, IN ORANGE JUMPSUITS HAND RELIGIOUS TRACTS TO ARRIVING PASSENGERS WHILE ARMED SALVATION ARMY GUARDS WATCH THEM TRY TO COMPETE WITH HARI KRISHNAS.)

(CUT TO; SALVATION ARMY LIEUTENANT COLONEL BASIL HUME-BENTLEY SITS AT HIS DESK, TWO AMERICAN FLAGS BEHIND HIM.)

HUME-BENTLEY:
Frankly, I don't think either of them
was prepared for military life. They
both seemed to resent the physical
training required and claimed they
had joined for the travel and to meet
girls. Let me tell you, they weren't
happy with theit first duty assignment
at Macy's. I did reassign them... but
they were no happier at Gimbel's.
Those two craved adventure and, I'm
sorry to say, if they ever get themselves
into a situation that offers more danger
than saving souls... well... God help
them.

(LAP DISSOLVE: L. GROVER NORQUIST’S ANNUAL “HALLELUJAH HALLIBURTON” PARTY IS WELL UNDERWAY. THE GUESTS, IN BLACK TIE, MINGLE IN THE MANSION’S BALLROOM WHERE A COCKTAIL RECEPTION PRECEDES DINNER. A SMALL BAND PLAYS ON A RISER AT ONE END OF THE ROOM: SIXTIES HITS LIKE “UP, UP AND AWAY,” “DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES,” AND “MOON RIVER.” A FEW GUESTS DANCE, BUT MOST “WORK THE ROOM” AS IT HAS, AFTER ALL, BEEN A YEAR. AS THE CAMERA SWOOPS IN FROM ABOVE, WE OVERHEAR SOME OF THE COCKTAIL CHATTER.)

RUMSFELD:
(to Condi) Hey, babe! Long time, no
squeeze, doll! How be you?

RICE:
I’m grooving’, dude. You’re looking
particularly studly.

RUMSFELD:
Hey, at 77, one must deal with the body
one’s been dealt. (laughs, sips his martini)

(CAMERA CATCHES RUSH LIMBAUGH JUGGLING A STACK OF TOOTHPICKED MINI-WEENIES WHILE BALANCING FOUR COCKTAILS ON A TRAY. AS HE THREADS HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD, WE SEE ANNE COULTER, LAURA ENGLE AND MARY MATELIN EGGING HIM ON. HE ARRIVES AND HANDS OUT THE GOODIES.)

ENGLE:
Hey, Rushman, you’ve got some cool
moves for a porkster.

RUSH:
Dancing around the facts has its
advantages, my child. (hands her a
drink) Apple marti… right?

COULTER:
Way to go, Rushbo… you’re as light
on your feet as Fred.

MATELIN:
Astaire?

COULTER:
Flintstone.

(THE GIRLS LAUGH)

RUSH:
This calls for toast. (hands tray with
his scotch & soda on it to Matelin) Here,
hold this.

(HE CAREFULLY REMOVES A PRESCRIPTION MEDICINE BOTTLE FROM HIS JACKET POCKET AND EMPTIES ABOUT SEVEN TABLETS INTO THE GLASS.)

(CUT TO: OUR HOST, L. GROVER WHO GRABS THE MICROPHONE ON THE BANDSTAND.)

NORQUIST:
Welcome, everyone, to our twelfth annual
Halliburton Hoedown!

(CHEERS.)

NORQUIST: (CONT’D.)
First off, I’d like to extend our special
thanks to the Cheneys, Dick and his
lovely bride, Lynn, for cutting short
their attendance at the International
Parents of Lesbians Convention in
Brussels to be with us tonight…

(MUCH APPLAUSE AS DICK AND LYNN WAVE.)

NORQUIST: (CONT’D.)
And I’m proud to be able to announce to you
tonight that, statistically, war has surpassed
floods, famines and pandemics as the leading
cause of death worldwide… take a well-
deserved bow!

(WILD CHEERING. GUESTS ARE SHAKING HANDS AMONGST MUCH BACK PATTING. CAMERA HONES IN ON L. PAUL BREMER WHO‘S STANDING BESIDE CLARENCE THOMAS.)

BREMER:
Judge, if this doesn’t make you happy
to be an American, we’ve been wasting
our time.

THOMAS:
I feel like I’m watching the Fourth
of July parade back in Pinpoint.

BREMER:
Pinpoint?

THOMAS:
The town I told them I was born in.
At the confirmation hearings…
remember?

BREMER:
Oh, yeah. Nice choice. A town so hard
to find, nobody could check. How’d you
come up with that, anyway?

THOMAS:
When I was selling porn on line, I had
a PO box there. (spots Bremer’s boots)
You still wearing those things?

(CAMERA PULLS BACK AND WE SEE HE’S SPORTING THE SAME MUDDY BOOTS HE WORE IN BAGHDAD WITH HIS $3000 ARMANI SUITS.)

(CUT TO: BALLROOM KITCHEN. WAITERS AND WAITRESSES SCURRY ABOUT AS CHEFS REPLENISH THEIR TRAYS WITH AN ASSORTMENT OF HORS D’OEUVRES. THEIR BOSS, MAURICE, FOUNDER OF “THE GOURMET SOUFLE,” IS EXPERIENCING A HISSY FIT.)

MAURICE:
Somebody? Anybody? Toss me a small
bone here, people! Surely, one of you has
seen them. (all shake their heads) No?
Dammit to hell spit! Every time I hire
someone without the usual vetting process,
I get pissed on! I’m going to lose the
richest contract I’ve ever had!

WAITRESS:
Mr. Maurice, they’re new and that‘s a huge
crowd out there. I’m sure they just got lost
on their way back to the kitchen. Where
else could they be?

To be continued…












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