Douglas: Hey, Richard, great job out there —
Richard: Oh, thank you, Douglas, thank you —
Douglas: Your tennis is looking better!
Richard: Thank you! I’m really excited about the club tournament next week. Josh and Baron are toast, and we! Are going to be the toast-er! [ uses his one arm to towel-wipe the sweat from his face ]
Douglas: [ his expression changes ] Yes. Well. About that, uh.. Richard, I have some rather bad news to tell you about our tennis partnership. [ Richard stops wiping his face ] Richard, I’m sorry to say that I think we’re going to have to call it quits!
Richard: Douglas, what are you saying?!
Douglas: Well, I reaize that we’ve had so many great years together, and I just think we’re moving in different directions, tennis-wise.
Richard: Ohhh, is this because of the accident?
Douglas: [ tries to cleverly not look at Richard’s missing arm ] Oh, uh.. did you have.. some sort of.. accident?
Richard: Well.. yeah, actually. A pretty bad one, actually. I-I came out of it minus one arm!
Douglas: Ohh, Richard, I wasn’t aware of that! I’m really sorry to hear that.
Richard: Oh, I’m kind of surprised you didn’t notice. You sure this has nothing to do.. with the loss of my dominant playing arm?
Douglas: No, nothing to do with the arm. Just a difference of tennis the last few weeks —
Richard: Oh! Differences?! Like what?!
Douglas: Well, for instance, in respect to lobs! You prefer to smash them across the court; I prefer to hit them really hard across the court!
Richard: Now, with all due respect, that’s kind of the same thing! Y-you sure there isn’t anything else?
Douglas: Well.. That’s.. it.. really.
Richard: Oh. So. Just because we do basically the same thing with lobs, you’re going to throw away twenty-five years of tennis and lovemaking!
Douglas: Look, I — [ Will Forte reacts as though hearing the last part of that statement for the first time ] Richard, I know this is hard for you, but you just don’t have the arms to — excuse me, I mean — we just have a difference of opinions, tennis-wise!
Skip V/O: [ calling offscreen ] Douglas! Yoo-hoo![ Skip runs into frame. In addition to two good arms, he has an extra arm clutching a tennis racquet that protrudes from the center of his chest. ]
Skip: Ready to play tennis, new doubles partner?
Richard: Oh, son of a bee sting! “Three Arms” Skip Prosser is your new tennis partner?! And I’m supposed to believe this has nothing to do with arm quanitity?! Phooey!
Douglas: Richard! Language! Look – Skip’s third arm has nothing to do with my decision! Our new partnership was forged from identical lob philosophy!
Richard: Well, well, then I guess there’s nothing left to say, except, “I’ll see you on the court!”
Skip: Ooh, we’ll be waiting for that day! It’ll be the same day that you grow a new dominant playing arm! [ chuckles ]
Douglas: At bay, Skip! At bay!
Richard: Ohhh, I don’t know that it’ll be that far into the future. You see, I already have a new partner.
Douglas: Well, gasp! How did you get a partner so fast?
Richard: Oh, long story short. When I was brunching with Elias D’arcy — yes, that Elias D’arcy — he gave me this advice: “Always have a contingency plan at the ready!” Let me introduce you to mine. [ calls offscreen ] Toby!
Toby V/O: [ offscreen ] Hey, guy![ Toby runs into frame. He has seven arms ]
Skip: “Seven Arm” Toby slavin! I thought you retired?!
Toby: Retired? Hardly! I was lured away by a very lucrative offer from an Alaskan fishing cannery, who believed – and, rightly so – that I could do the job of three-and-a-half men. Ten years later, I’m back in tennis!
Richard: Mmm-hmm! [ to Douglas and Skip ] And this canning experience will come in handy on the court, when we open a huge can. Of. Whoop-Ass on your little doubles squad!
Douglas: Is that a chal-lange?
Richard: Oh, you bet your soiled underpants it’s a chal-lange! [ to Toby ] I used to do the team laundry, Toby – secret!
Douglas: You S.O.B.! That’s secret info!
Douglas: You know it! accept it!
All: To the courts!!!![ the two teams run in opposite directions to their playing positions on the tennis court ] [ fade ]