Saturday Night Live Transcripts Season 11: Episode 3 ]]>
Air Date: Host: Musical Guest: Special Guests: Cameos:
November 23rd, 1985 Pee Wee Herman Queen Ida & The Bon Temps Zydeco Band None None Pee Wee’s Tightrope WalkSummary: Pee Wee Herman’s tightrope walk between the Twin Towers results in his falling through the air. Transcript
Montage
Pee Wee Herman’s MonologueSummary: Pee Wee Herman wear various funny shoes, assigns secret names to the audience, and dances to “Tequila.”
Army: Say NoSummary: While a teenager (Anthony Michael Hall) succums to peer pressure from his friends to smoke and drink, he draws the line when they all decide to join the Army. Transcript
Locker RoomSummary: Feeling a void in his marriage, (Randy Quaid) considers going to a hooker. But his buddy, Pee Wee Herman, isn’t sure what he’s talking about.
Pee Wee Herman’s Thanksgiving SpecialSummary: Pee Wee Herman hosts an all-star Thanksgiving special. Recurring Characters: Brooke Shields, Diana Ross, Daryl Hall, John Oates. Note: Phil Hartman, who played Cap’n Carl in Pee Wee Herman’s various specials, not only co-wrote this sketch but also appears as an extra in the background. He would join “SNL” for a lengthy run the following season. Note: Former Ebersol-era cast member Robin Duke is visible in the audience during the Diana Ross performance.
The Pat Stevens ShowSummary: Pat Stevens (Nora Dunn) blithely interviews a depression expert (Randy Quaid). Recurring Characters: Pat Stevens.
Die Foreigner Die!Summary: A promo for a new action movie starring Sylverster Stallone, Chuck Norris and a lot of dead foreignors!
The Pathological LiarSummary: Pathological liar Tommy Flanagan (Jon Lovitz) shares a jail cell with Pee Wee Herman, and the two swap tall tales. Recurring Characters: Tommy Flanagan. Transcript
Weekend Update with Dennis MillerSummary: After a falling out with the Vatican, ex-reporter Father Guido Sarducci (Don Novello) has started his own church and declares himself Pope Maurice. Recurring Characters: Father Guido Sarducci.
Dinosaur TownSummary: Alarmed that the owners of Dinosaur Town have gone bankrupt, Pee Wee Herman starts a campaign to find a mouse in a Coke bottle so they can use the settlement money to re-open the theme park.
Queen Ida & The Bon Temps Zydeco Band performs “La Louisiane”
Queen Ida & The Bon Temps Zydeco Band performs “Frisco Zydeco”
Miss PattersonSummary: Student Pee Wee Herman declares his love for teacher Miss Patterson (Joan Cusack), and, after much convincing, she finally reciprocates his emotions.
A Message From Cabrini GreenRecurring Characters: Cabrini Green.
Hal Fisher’s Money Magnet MethodSummary: Hal Fisher (Randy Quaid) explains how to make money in real estate by taking advantage of motivated sellers.
Anouncer: Now, “Weekend Update”, with anchorperson Dennis Miller
Dennis Miller: Thank you, Don Pardo! And you know, Don, I find you so.. fresh, exciting!
Indian guru Rajneesh went back to India this week, after a plea-bargaining this week, leaving behind his disciples, the remnants of that controversial Oregan commune. Reports from our Oregan correspondent say that the disciples, seeking new leadership, have descended upon the home of ZZ Top. And security has been beefed up around the Oak Ridge Boys’ Nashville compound.
Phillipine President Ferdinand Marcos started campaigning for the January 17th election this week. So far his chances are excellent, considering he’s the only candidate. However, even that position seemed threatened yesterday, when he named Geraldine Ferraro as his running-mate.
The New York State Board of Regents, this week, voted to let high school girls play on teams with boys in contact sports. However, the girls must first be examined by a special Fitness Panel. So far, the biggest reaction is from the boys, who have given up sports and are now trying out for the Fitness Panel.
President Reagan has authorized the CIA to undermine Momar Kadaffi’s Libya regime. CIA Director William Casey affirms that the plan is to stop terrorism, not to suppot the assassination of Kadaffi. However, he did explain that James Earl Ray, Sirhn Sirhan and John Hinckley were being sent to Libya as “observers”.
The Swiss government has finally broken with its historical neutrality, by announcing today that, in the event of nuclear war, it will ally itself with.. the winner!
A radical feminist group in Washington, D.C., today, demanded that the Heimlich Manuever be renamed the Heimlich Come-On. According to the group’s spokeswoman, “There’s a lot of scumballs out there who feel a piece of beef wedged halfway down the throat is a great reason to cop a feel.” Heimlich homself could not be reached for comment, as he was participating in a nude volleyball game at Hef’s pad.
The U.S. and Soviet Union have agreed on a new treaty banning the proliferation of chemical weapons. The treaty is pending final agreement, on exactly where in New Jersey the weapons will be disposed of.
Here’s what’s happening on Wall Street this week: The Dean Jones Industrial Average plummeted 3 points, after setting a new mark on Thursday. Thank you, Dino, what a diverse talent.
General Motors announced this past week that some of its luxury cars will cost nearly $4,000 more in 1986 than in 1985. The company justified the increase by promising that the ’86 models would actually work. Take that, Toyota!
The Coca-Cola Corporation announced today that, in an effort to broaden its consumer base, it is unveiling yet another variation on the basic Coke theme – Pepsi-Coke, a subtle blend of classic Coke and Pepsi will be hitting the shleves on December 4th, just two days before the release of Pepsi Co.’s new master stroke – Coke-Pepsi.
Dennis Miller: And now, with a look at the national deficit, here’s our Uptown Financial Analyst, Damon Wayans.
Damon Wayans: What’s up, y’all? You know, just recently I watched President Reagan’s budget proposal on TV, and, after meditating on his plan, I’ve come to the conclusion that Homeboy don’t know what he’s doing. You see, Ronnie’s talking about cutting back on Social Aid. If he cuts Welfare one more time, all them flies over in Ethopia is gonna be over here. Brothers up in Harlem are gonna be like this.. [ swats pretend flies ] You see, the real problem is, we’re what’s called a “decimation”, which means we owe out a lot of money. And what baffles me is, we keep lending crazy money to foreign countries who can’t afford to pay us back! Instead of cutting ’em off, we lend ’em mo’ money! Maybe we should be more like the Russians. You see, they don’t have no trace deficit. That’s ’cause they know how to collect! [ smacks his fists ] See, if you them even one ruble for too long, Boris comes in with them tanks, and he repossesses your whole country! It might be time for us to take a firmer stand.
[ holds up picture of Uncle Sam and a consumer ] Now, this represents the owing country, and this is the U.S. I figure.. [ switches to picture of Uncle Sam punching consumer ] ..if the U.S. would, perhaps, intimidate these owing countries like this, they could start to produce some sort of payment fund. Then, maybe we could go over to the Middle East and make some mo’ money. We could sell Iraq an MX Missile for a billion dollars, boom! Turn around, sell Iran an MX for $2 billion – mo’ money, mo’ money! Let ’em blow each other up – they’re killing each other, anyway! You know? Come in, take over them oil fields – you know, mo’ money! Then we could start selling bigger and better cars for less money. Mo’ money, mo’ money, mo’ money!
Or, maybe we could just be a lot more careful with who we lend our money to. Back to you, baby! Dennis?
Dennis Miller: Thank you, Damon, for washing into our lives like a sweet breeze of truth. It’s kind of like having Antonio Fargus and Miltion Friedman in the same chair, huh? Well, folks, I can see the caboose, and it’s time to wrap up.. and, rest assured, I ain’t gonna play Sun City, and Vegas is probably out of the question, too. That’s the news, I’m gone!
Announcer: Freedom. We expect it in America. Freedom to choose the way we meet the challenges of life. Freedom to compete, to risk, to fail, and to succeed. No resource is more precious than freedom. It enriches our personal lives, and the lives of those around us. And yet, it can be taken away, if we allow it, by the same government that can assure our personal freedom. Something to think about, from the people at Trojans.
Chevy Chase: Thank you very much! Good evening! Thank you very much!
[ Chevy points to the upper left balcony portion of the audience. ]
Chevy Chase: Take him out! It’s great to be back.
Male Audience Member (O/S): We love you, Chevy!!
[ Chevy points to the same area again. ]
Chevy Chase: Out. This studio has so many memories for me… As you well know…
[ Chevy points to Stage Right. ]
Chevy Chase: For instance, I used to play little league ball in that corner over there… uh…
[ Chevy points to The Saturday Night Band. ]
Chevy Chase: Actually, my grandma used to live right up there, where the band is… years of memories… I also used to work here, quite seriously. Some of you remember it was a little show… “The Marty Nesbitt Show”; too bad about what happened to Marty.
It’s hard to believe it’s been ten years. Ten long years. To me, it only feels like 11… 11 1/2… I started doing this show 15 years ago and I’ve only been here a week.
I’ve gotten to know the cast very well. It’s a great new cast! I hope you saw last week’s show and if you didn’t, you’re going to meet them. They’re a great group of 28 kids… uh… not true. There are only about seven.
And I like them all, particularly that one guy Mark… Mark Lugar.
[ Chevy glances off camera. ]
Chevy Chase: Huh… Oh, Jon! That kid Jon… Jon Lugar.
[ Chevy glances off camera. ]
Chevy Chase: Lovitz? Jon Lovitz! Jon, come on up here!
[ Cheers and applause from the audience as Jon gets onto Home Base with Chevy. ]
Chevy Chase: Just one of the cast… One of the new kids, one of the new kids…
Jon Lovitz: Thanks for those kind words, Mr. Chase.
Chevy Chase: You’re very welcome, Carl.
Jon Lovitz: Mr. Chase, the cast wanted me to ask you if you could give us any words of advice. Anything that would help us in the future.
Chevy Chase: Certainly — when you’re having a barbeque, never pour the charcoal fluid directly on top of the charcoal. Always wait for a little bit, then lit the charcoal because then the grill will go BOOM! Then they’ll be a mess, and… always avoid leaving oily rags in the garage… that’s always a good thing.
Jon Lovitz: Can I ask you another question?
Chevy Chase: I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t have any more time. Thanks, Marge!
[ Jon and Chevy shake hands and Jon exits. ]
Chevy Chase: That gal is great! Stick with us. We got a great show. My musical guest is, of course, you already know — Sheila Eisenberg.
[ Chevy glances off camera. ]
Chevy Chase: Only the initial? Okay… S. Eisenberg is going to be here. It’s going to be terrific. We’ll be right back! Stay with us!
Announcer: And now, a message from Pathological Liars Anonymous.
Tommy Flanagan: Hello, my name is Tommy Flanagan, and I’m a member of Pathological Liars Anonymous. In fact.. I’m the president of the organization!
I didn’t always lie. No, when I was a kid, I told the truth. But then one day, I got caught stealing money out of my mother’s purse. I lied. I told her it was homework – that my teacher told me to do it. And she got fired! Yeah, that’s what happened!
After that, lying was easy for me. I lied about my age and joined the army. I was thirteen at the time. Yeah.. I went to Vietnam, and I was injured catching a mortar shell in my teeth. And they made me a three-star general! And then I got a job in journalism, writing for the National Enquire.. er, Geographic! Yeah.. I was making twenty thousand a ye.. month! In fact, I won the Pulitzer Prize that year! Yeah, that’s the ticket.
And then my cousin died – Joe Louis – and I took it hard. Maybe too hard – I tried to kill myself. Yeahh.. I did kill myself! Sure! I was medically dead for a week and a half! It was a woman that brought me out of it – Indira Gandhi! Yeah, right.. And she told me about Pathological Liars Anonymous.
Oh, you’d be surprised how many famous people belong. In fact.. at one of the meetings I met my wife – Morgan Fairchild! Yes, I’m a change man now, and all because of Pathological Liars Anonymous. Why, I – I even have my picture on the cover of Newsweek magazine. Yeah. Every day! Yeah.. that’s the ticket! Yeah, you betcha!
Mr. Anderson…..Chevy Chase Mrs. Anderson…..Nora Dunn Timmy…..Anthony Michael Hall Tracy…..Joan Cusack City Official…..Jon Lovitz
Announcer: And now for an evening with “Those Unlucky Andersons”.
Mr. Anderson: [ reading paper ] Well, I guess we’d better cancel our barbecue, honey.
Mrs. Anderson: Not more bad weather?
Mr. Anderson: I’m afraid so, listen to this: 78° and sunny, except for the area around 516 Woodlawn Avenue.. which will continue to experience heavy rain and occasional sleet.
Mrs. Anderson: What a shame..
Mr. Anderson: Yeah.
Mrs. Anderson: Why is it always our house?
Mr. Anderson: It sure seems that way, doesn’t it?
Timmy: [ enters living room ] Hey, Mom, Dad.
Mr. Anderson: Hey, Timmy! Oh, hey, what do you have there, Tim – one of those toy arrows through the arm?
Timmy: You know, Dad, I wish it were?
Mr. Anderson: Ooh.. oh boy, that’s too bad. It must hurt a bit.
Timmy: Yeah, it does.
Mr. Anderson: You’d better run that under some cold tap water, and put some butter on it.
Timmy: Butter?
Mr. Anderson: Yeah, it’ll make it better. Try it.
Timmy: Mom, how you doing? [ exits to kitchen ]
Mr. Anderson: Boy, I’ll bet that smarts. [ opens paper again ] Oh! Oh! Honey! It looks like we won the lottery again! [ laughs ] Over $8 million this time! The cat didn’t eat the ticket, did he?
Mrs. Anderson: Oh.. yes, I’m afraid so, dear. I guess it’s just the numbers he likes, I don’t know.
Mr. Anderson: Darn that cat! Timmy, where is Buster!
Mrs. Anderson: You know, it’s such a shame he doesn’t eat the losing ones.
Timmy: [ re-enters living room carrying frozen cat ] Here he is, Dad. you know, Buster’s kind of dumb, I think, Dad. He got into the freezer again.
Mr. Anderson: [ holds the frozen cat ] Uh.. I’ll never get the tickets out of him this way. Alright, take him back to the kitchen and warm him up.
Timmy: Alright, Dad.
Mr. Anderson: Put some butter on him. Oh, uh, Tim, when you come back, I’ve got some news for you – you got a letter from the President of the United States!
Timmy: Who, Dad?
Mr. Anderson: [ chuckles ] The President!
Timmy: The President?
Mr. Anderson: Yeah.
Timmy: What’s it say, Dad?
Mr. Anderson: Well, let’s check it out.. [ stabs himself with the letter opener ]
Mrs. Anderson: Honey..
Mr. Anderson: It’s okay, it was open.. [ reads letter ] Oh, boy.. Timmy.. you’ve been drafted.
Timmy: Oh, great.
Mrs. Anderson: I thought the Army was all voluntary now?
Mr. Anderson: Well, it is. But, according to this, the Pentagon decided they need one more guy.
Mrs. Anderson: Oh.. and it had to be our Timmy.
Mr. Anderson: Darnit.
Mrs. Anderson: [ lowers head ] Oh, God!
Mr. Anderson: What’s the matter, honey, you lose a contact lens?
Mrs. Anderson: No, my whole eye!
Timmy: Oh, Mom!
Mr. Anderson: Let me help you look for that.. [ gets down on his knees to search the floor ] Ah! This must be our lucky day! Here’s that button I lost!
Mrs. Anderson: Good things come in threes.. because here’s my eye, and another button! [ back cracks as she stands ] Oh.. honey, I think I just turned my spine out again!
Mr. Anderson: Oh, no, sweetheart.. get in the kitchen, put some butter on that.
Tracy: [ enters living room ] Hi, Dad..
Mr. Anderson: Hi, Tracy, did you have a good day? Well, honey, how’d you get that burn on your hand?
Tracy: On the bus. A Buddhist mon sitting next to me was upset about politics and set me on fire.
Mr. Anderson: Some people.. Well, you’d better get in there and put some butter on it. Hey, uh.. that is a hysterical pregnancy, isn’t it?
Tracy: No, Dad.
Mr. Anderson: Come on.. it doesn’t have anything to do with the supernatural, or the devil or anything..? [ she runs away crying ] Darn it all!
[ doorbell rings ]
Timmy: Dad, the door.
Mr. Anderson: I’ll get it, I’ll get it. [ opens door, smacks himself in the head ]
City Official: Mr. Anderson?
Mr. Anderson: Yeah, that’s me. How are you? This is my son, Tim, he’s going to be joining the Army against his will.
Timmy: Dad..
City Official: Mr. Anderson, the local historical society has been going through the old town records.
Mr. Anderson: Oh?
City Official: Yes. And they turned up some 17th Century legal papers.
Mr. Anderson: Sounds very interesting.
City Official: Yes. And, according to an old law they found, you’re under arrest.
Mrs. Anderson: [ re-enters living room wearing an eyepatch ] Honey?
Mr. Anderson: Uh, honey, don’t set a place for me, I’m gonna be in prison for a while.
Mrs. Anderson: Oh, what a shame. Well, honey, before you go, do you remember what we usually do when the cat’s on fire?
Mr. Anderson: Uh, yeah.. we run him under some cold tap water, and put some butter on him.
Announcer: You’ve been watching an evening with “Those Unlucky Andersons”.
Announcer: [ over SUPER ] “In the early 1950’s, a dark shadow descended upon Hollywood. Caught up in the mass-hysteria of the McCarthy era, the entertainment industry turned against its own, blacklisting innocent artists and craftsmen. Banned from their chosen occupations, these blacklisted individuals fell victim to heresay, its ugly accomplice innuendo, and their unattractive sidekick, guilt by association. And now in 1985, Hollywood again is gripped by paranoia, this time provoked by the tragic AIDS outbreak. Actressed refused to do scenes with unknown actors. Gay actors are forced back into the closet, leading double lives, wearing wedding bands, riding motorcyles – living in fear that they will fall victim to: Pinklisting.”
[ dissolve to movie set, as actress Melinda Zoomont storms in ]
Melinda Zoomont: Art, are these the pages? Because if they are, it’s all wrong. I thought the love scene with the new character was out?
Director: Sweetheart, we decided that we had to establish your relationship with Lionel, because four or five scripts down the line, you’re gonna have his baby and he kidnaps you.
Melinda Zoomont: But I told you, I don’t do love scenes with actors I don’t know!
Director: Take five, everybody!
[ groans ]
Melinda Zoomont: I hate that this is happening to me, because it places me in the role of the bitch. And I hate that, because I’m not a bitch.
Director: Melinda, Melinda.. no one thinks you’re a bitch. Youre a professional. We all are. We’ve got a job to do. Now, you may not know Clint Weston, but I do. And I can tell you that there’s not another more masculine, more heterosexual actor on 24-hour call in this town!
Melinda Zoomont: Well.. maybe I’ll do the scene – but not until I meet the man face-to-face.
[ sound of motorcycle can be heard ]
Director: That sounds like Clint’s Harley.
Clint Weston: Damn those helmet laws – who needs ’em, huh?
[ everyone is happy to see Clint as he enters the set ]
Director: Hey, Clint! [ they shake hands ]
Clint Weston: How about the gazombas on that make-up girl, huh? Boy.. I know the old wife wouldn’t be pleased with that comment, but hey – just because you’re on a diet doesn’t mean you can’t look at the menu, right guys? [ notices Melinda ] Oh.. uh.. excuse me. Just a little guy talk there!
Director: Clint, this is Melinda Zoomont, your leading lady.
Melinda Zoomont: How do you do?
Clint Weston: Oh, how do you do? You don’t have to introduce me to television’s sexiest star!
Melinda Zoomont: Well, uh.. I think we’re running a bit late. Shall we do the scene?
Director: Right you are, Melinda. We’ll knock this off as soon as you get out of make-up, Clint.
Clint Weston: Okay, right-o! [ approaches the make-up chair, sits down ] Hey, how about handing me the paper, huh? I want to check the stats on my Raiders. [ flips papers around, notices article about Liza Minelli and Judy Garland ] Oh, my God! Why doesn’t she leave the poor woman alone!
Make-Up Girl: Are you alright?
Clint Weston: Of course, I’m alright! It’s just that Raiders secondary!
Make-Up Girl: Who’s the secondary?
Clint Weston: Oh, uh.. those are the guys that, uh.. go.. uh, uh.. both ways.. [ gets up, returns to the set ]
Director: Uh.. you got your dialogue?
Clint Weston: Uh.. yeah.. yeah.
Director: Alright, come on over here, we’ll just talk you through this. Okay, now, Clint, you propose a toast to your little scheme, you share a glass of wine, you gaze into each other’s eyes, you kiss passionately.. then you take off your clothes, and you get into the hot tub. Got it? Uh.. can we hear that hot tub!
Voice: Hot tub!
Director: That’s 180° in there, so you two should be quite comfortable.
Clint Weston: Can you believe we’re getting paid to do this!
Melinda Zoomont: Another day, another $10,000.
Clint Weston: [ laughs ] Stop it! We’ve got a scene to do!
Director: Could we get a censor in here? I’ve got a question about this kiss here?
Censor: [ enters set ] Yeah, what can I do for you?
Director: Oh, Ted, hey how you doing? Uh, listen, Ted, how passionately can we make this kiss? Uh.. we got sweeps coming up, I need a little help here.
Censor: I tell you, there hasn’t been much kissing lately, so.. just about anything is okay with us. Now, as long as we don’t see any tongue, a little bulge in the cheek.. [ demonstrates ] ..or this, that’s alright. But we can’t see any of this..
Director: Okay. Thanks, Ted, I owe you one, buddy! Okay, let’s rehearse this – Clint, Melinda, from the top! Alright, roll it.
Voice: Speed.
Voice: Sound.
Director: Action!
Melinda Zoomont: My husband has the same routine every day. If you follow my instructions, it should be child’s play.
Clint Weston: Angel, I want you to know – I’m not just doing this for the money..
[ a light falls from the set, crashing into the hot tub, freaking Clint out ]
Melinda Zoomont: Wait a minute! You’re gay!
Clint Weston: Yes, I’m gay! And now you all know. Art, you can fire me if you like, but I can’t go on living a lie.
Director: Clint, I admire your guts. And I think you should know that.. I’m gay, too.
[ so is everyone else ]
Clint Weston: [ to Melinda ] Living out this little charade, you know, was not our choice. It was a matter of survival! But I suppose you wouldn’t know anything about that!
Melinda Zoomont: Well.. actually.. I do have a confession to make. And I do understand you. [ pause ] I’m an intravenous drug user.
[ everyone groans ]
Director: Well.. shall we do the scene, then?
Melinda Zoomont: [ considering ] Alright.
Clint Weston: Wait a minute! No way am I gonna kiss an intravenous drug user! Get my agent!
A FLOATING HEAD, with curly hair and glasses, looks directly at us.
Floating Head: The Limits of Imagination.
SUPER: THE LIMITS OF IMAGINATION
INT. CAR NIGHT
The camera pans down on a white car telephone cord. The telephone rings.
Nancy Duncan: Hello.
Killer (V/O): Hello, Nancy?
Nancy Duncan: Who is this? And why are you calling me?
[ A dial tone. Nancy hangs up the telephone. She wipes her right cheek. The telephone rings again. Nancy bits her lower lip and darts her eyes left and right. She answers the telephone. ]
Nancy Duncan: Hello?
Killer (V/O): I can see you Nancy!
Nancy Duncan: Please, please, stop bothering me!
[ The killers voice cackles and hangs up. Nancy follows suit. The telephone rings. Nancy hesitates for some time then answers. ]
Nancy Duncan: Stop it! Stop it! I cant take it anymore!
Sgt. Tidrow (V/O): Miss Duncan? This is Sergeant Tidrow. Weve managed to trace the calls — theyre coming from inside the car.
[ Nancy gasps. She glances at all the cars doors and hits the accelerator. ]
EXT. HIGHWAY NIGHT
A stoplight turns red. Nancy careens her car to an abrupt stop and hits her head on the steering wheel. She checks herself.
Sgt. Tidrow (V/O): Miss Duncan? Miss Duncan? Are you hurt?
Nancy Duncan: No Mom, Im all right Its the car.
Sgt. Tidrow (V/O): Yes the car its all right. I want you to get out of the car and see if you have engine trouble. Act naturally and dont make any sudden moves.
Nancy Duncan: All right, I will. Goodbye Mom.
[ Nancy hangs up the telephone. She steps out of the vehicle and approaches the hood. She opens it. A stocky, well-dressed, bald with patches THE KILLER lunges his arms towards Nancy. Nancy screams. The killer has control of Nancy and holds her down on the hood. ]
Killer: I got you, Nancy!
[ The cars truck pops open. The floating head, now attached to his full body wearing a sandy blazer, tie, and black slacks, arises with a cigarette in his mouth and a revolver in his right hand. He fires three shots at the killer, whos choking Nancy. The gunshots subdue the killer as he falls dead to the ground. Nancy rushes to the floating head and embraces him. He holds her close and faces the camera. ]
Floating Head: A beautiful woman. A psychotic killer. Perhaps youve seen it before. You may see it again, the next time we reach — The Limits of Imagination.
[ The floating head escorts Nancy back to her car. ]
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Pee Wee’s Tightrope WalkSummary: Pee Wee Herman’s tightrope walk between the Twin Towers results in his falling through the air.
Sheila E., “Hollyrock”
