You know, before I answer any more questions there’s something I wanted to say. Having received all your letters over the years, and I’ve spoken to many of you, and some of you have traveled… y’know… hundreds of miles to be here, I’d just like to say… GET A LIFE, will you people? I mean, for crying out loud, it’s just a TV show! I mean, look at you, look at the way you’re dressed! You’ve turned an enjoyable little job, that I did as a lark for a few years, into a COLOSSAL WASTE OF TIME! I mean, how old are you people? What have you done with yourselves? You, you must be almost 30… have you ever kissed a girl? I didn’t think so! There’s a whole world out there! When I was your age, I didn’t watch television! I LIVED! So… move out of your parent’s basements! And get your own apartments and GROW THE HELL UP! I mean, it’s just a TV show dammit, IT’S JUST A TV SHOW!
a. moon-shuttle conductor
b. bricklayer
c. psychiatrist
d. escalator
e. mechanic
f. engineer
g. magician
h. flesh peddler
i. coal miner
j. mechanic
k. physicist
l, spy
m. botanist
n. historian
o. decorator
p. bartender
q. voyeur
r. performer
s. counter-insurgent
t. database
u. peeping Tom
v. battery
w. dragon-slayer
x. zoo-keeper
In college (circa 1970) a certain crowd gathered to watch Star Trek (original series) re-runs, which aired daily. Immediately after that came Mission Impossible re-runs, also daily – mostly the same crowd watched that too. In one episode, Phelps et al are at sidewalk cafe in Paris. A drive-by shooting happens. Screams and pandemonium. Victim laying on the ground. Paris (played by Nimoy, of course) bends over victim, takes his pulse, while Phelps stands in the background, arms folded across his chest, just watching gravely. Paris looks up at Phelps and says:
. . . Wait for it . . .
He’s DEAD, Jim!
Crowd in TV room breaks forth in uproarious laughter!
True story!