Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 1: Episode 4
Clerk: [in a bureaucratic voice] Hello, CIA, Department of Records, Scramble Line 6. [pauses, then sounds annoyed] Well, thank you! Why are WE always the last to know?[He bangs down the phone and picks a framed photograph off his desk. Sighing heavily, he walks back to the corner of the office, where a photo of CIA Director William Colby is hanging.]
Clerk: Down with Colby… up with Bush.[He replaces the William Colby photo with one of George H.W. Bush.]
Clerk: Way to go, Bill!
Garrett Morris: I was told that, as an American citizen, I got a right to know if the CIAs got a file on me, and that by law, youre supposed to show it to me!
Clerk: Wait just a minute, there. Cant you preface your remarks with a simple good morning?
Garrett Morris: Good morning.
Clerk: Can I help you?
Garrett Morris: The law says that, uh, if you got a file on me, Ive got a right to see it!
Clerk: Yes, you have the right to see it, but having the right to see it and actually seeing it are two different things. VERY different.
Garrett Morris: What you mean by that?
Clerk: [gestures around him] Well, look at this, man. Does this look like order to you? This isnt order, this is absolute chaos! Everybody in Washington has been through this office! Id like to know who was in here last night. I cant find a thing. [ruffles papers] I cant even find a paper clip in here! But thats not your problem.
Clerk: [in an impatient tone] NAME?
Garrett Morris: I beg your pardon?
Clerk: I said: NAME?
Garrett Morris: Garrett Morris.
Clerk: [resigned] Thats unfortunate.
Garrett Morris: Uh, I never liked it that much myself.
Clerk: I have three thousand, six hundred and seventy-seven Garrett Morrises in this filing bank alone. [ruffles papers] I have Garrett Morrises here, here, here… [looks at blue paper] Here with the packing clearances! Have you ever changed your name to X?
Garrett Morris: [searching his memory] Uh, uh, I, I did change it to Garrett Borocca.
Clerk: Borocca. You were on the African kick for a while! You and thirty-two thousand, six hundred and eighty-eight other black Americans. Something else! Did you ever commit an illegal act, or something?
Garrett Morris: Oh, oh, yeah, uh, I, I ran guns.
Clerk: Oh, Mr. Morris, are you aware of how many people illegally transport firearms across state lines in this country each year?
Garrett Morris: Well, hold on, uh, wait a minute, I, I also, uh–
Clerk: MILLIONS!! Millions of them!! Millions! I have sheaves of files! Something outstanding! I cant work with this!
Garrett Morris: Wait a minute, I also sold illegal narcotics, since 1968–
Clerk: Ive got no time for jokes, Mr. Morris.
Garrett Morris: Well, in Oakland, man, I was, uh, minister of defense for a radical organization–
Clerk: Radical organizations! In a dimly lit vault down the hall here, I have six POUNDS of material on radical organizations. Youre just going to have to give me something MORE, Mr. Morris, if were going to find your file.
Garrett Morris: Uh, I, I actively, uh, advocated the overthrow of the American government, and…
Clerk: [waves file] You and 6.4 percent of the American populace. [slaps file down on desk]
Garrett Morris: Oh, waited, wait a minute. I also conspired to incite a riot. Thats right, I crossed state lines to incite a riot.
Clerk: [mockingly] Conspired to incite a riot! [waves hand in circular motion] Well, yippee! Youre going to have to do better than that!
Garrett Morris: Hey, man! Wait a minute! Hey! I bombed! Thats right, I bombed the Federal Reserve Bank!
Clerk: Not good enough. Anything else?
Garrett Morris: The big one! FIVE assassination attempts!
Clerk: [losing patience] Look, look, look, look. Youre being no help at all, here. You come in here, you want us to find a file on you, you come in here with this patsy-fied drivel of knowledge and expect us to WORK here? I cant find anything in this office! I dont know whos been in here, these Congressional aides that are walking in here asking me for tape recorder batteries, I dont even KNOW them! They dont have security clearance! We–[He stops cold and attempts to collect himself.]
Clerk: Give me some time on this. Perhaps a month, perhaps a year, I dont know, I frankly dont know. Fill out this card here, put your name and address on it, vital statistics. If something comes up–[Garrett uses the clerks pencil to start filling out the card. The clerk grabs another pencil and yanks the first one out of his hand.]
Clerk: Not that one, this one here. Thats MINE.[The clerk snatches back his pencil while Garrett quickly finishes the card.]
Clerk: [sighs] If something comes up, well let you know. Dont fill out the last two spaces, they dont matter at all.
Garrett Morris: Okay, thanks.
Clerk: [in a tired voice] All right, then.[Garrett rises and leaves the room.]
Clerk: [babbling on] These young-faced Congressional aides. Couldnt be 25 years of age! The–[The instant Garrett closes the door behind him, the clerk bites off his words and punches a button on his telephone. He speaks in a tight, authoritative voice.]
Clerk: Russ, I want a tap on 1-4-3 L Street, Apartment 8. Sally, come in here and get some prints off this pencil. Were opening a new subject file on Morris: M, O, double R, I, S.[dissolve to audience wide shot, zoom in on a long-haired blonde woman] [SUPER: “Older Sister of Ex-Mouseketeer Cubby”] [FADE to black over applause.]
Thanks to Joe Cornfield for this transcript!