Scenes with Joel Robinson 438
[The short opens on a shot of several college-age couples looking lovey-dovey all across campus.]
CACrow [as Narrator]
Filthy, shameful spring!
. . .
Joel
You know, people were whiter back then.
When a young man's fancy lightly turns to...
[Shot of slovenly girl.]
[defensively] I like her hair!
[lasciviously] I'm looking, I'm looking!
...
[Shot of young man looking disgusted by slovenly girl's appearance.]
Sorry, Miss! We're trying to a film about proper appearance, and, well, you're not exactly the kind to make this guy behave like a human being!
Joel
[bitterly] You know, make him want to grope you and paw at you!
. . .
[The slovenly girl is now immaculately dressed and groomed. The camera starts at her head and slowly pans down.]
Look at that hair... that skin... that mouth...
SAServo [as Narrator]
Those... n-nose.
. . .
We simply took your libido and starched and pressed it!
[formerly slovenly girl walks off, quickly followed by young man]
CACrow [as young man]
Hey, I couldn't help but notice how much you look like everybody else!
[The short closes with the cleaned-up teens going to bed.]
And so... the end of a perfect day.
JAJoel [as Narrator]
An entire day spent grooming.
. . .
JAJoel [as Narrator]
Jezebel!
...by following these simple rules of body care and grooming, you too will [have] that quality of appearance, that feeling of well-being, so important to make your dreams of happiness come true.
CACrow [as Narrator]
And remember--when you touch yourself, the saints cry. Goodnight.
[As we fade out...]
Joel
KEEP WATCHING THE MEDICINE CABINETS! KEEP WATCHING THE MEDICINE CABINETS!
[A few more names appear]
[sarcastically] Oh, let's not forget these guys!
The Painted Hills (movie)
[The movie begins and Rose Wood walks to the Sheriff's office. Thanks to the wide-angle shot, two criminals on horseback are revealed to the side.]]
Joel
[As the criminals start moving.]] Ah, cue the horses!
[Under his breath]] Corman...
[As the criminals stop] Boy, she is slick. How'd she get by us?
[In a barfight, a patron grabs Jake and throws him over the bar.]
Joel
You know, he shoulda slid him across the bar.
Oh, they hadn't invented that yet.
[Hired assassin Cain Miro is busy in his room when he hears a knock on the door. He goes up to it and opens it... outward as bar owner Erika enters]
Wha... Doors don't open like that, there's a number... He's in the hall!
Crazy coming up in here...
JAJoel [as Cain]
...in my hallway here.
[Mayor Polk puts his dead wife down, glares around the corner and reaches for where his guns should be.]
JAJoel [as Polk]
Draw, er... wait a sec!
[Polk goes into the barn and pulls out a pitchfork.]
[As Polk approaches Cain, to the tune of Green Acres] Doo-doo, do-do-do! The chores!
Doo-doo, do-do-do! [scene switches to Cain aiming his gun] ...the hell?
[The opening credits feature action shots of Mitchell to a disco beat.]
SAServo [as Isaac Hayes]
Who's the puffy guy who's a big blurry sex machine?
SAServo [as Hayes]
That Mitchell is one fat s--
JCJoel, Crow
Shut yo' mouth!
SAServo [as Hayes]
I'm just talkin' 'bout Mitchell!
[The camera slowly pans across a thickly tree-screened home at night.]
Joel
Watch out for snakes!
SAServo [as Announcer]
We've hidden Mitchell somewhere in this picture...
CACrow [as Announcer]
Mitchell, will you stand up, please?
[In bed with Mitchell, Greta reaches out to return unopened beers to the bed stand, which also has a bottle of Johnson & Johnson's...]
Joel
Baby oil!
JCJoel, Crow, Servo
BLAAAARRRGGGHHH!
Why would anybody wanna do this with Mitchell, Joel?
[In the soundtrack, Hoyt Axton continues to sing the theme song.]
AAxton
My my my my Mitchell...
JCJoel, Crow, Servo
[recurring, whenever Jimmy makes an big lie] Liar! Liar! Liar!
[Kitty singing another song, while internally still thinking about Jimmy]
Joel
You told him to!
The audience is frankly stunned.
Tonight on "The Advocates," our debate will be about the woman from today's short. Tom Servo and Crow T. Robot will argue over whether she's more attractive sloppy, or clean Representing sloppy will be Crow. Representing clean will be Servo. I will be your moderator. The outcome will be decided by Joel Robinson. I now turn the floor over to Crow.
I like her sloppy. While her well-groomed - in other words, square - classmates were listening to Pat Boone and Patti Page, she was at the local jazz club, groovin' to Miles, Monk, and Coltrane. While her classmates were struggling to make it through an issue of Reader's Digest, she was the only woman on campus who can freely quote Henry Miller. She may be sloppy, but she fits deeply into my idea of paradise. Thank You.
Thank you, Gypsy. I like her clean, 'cause it just shows that she wants to change the system from within. Sure she's a seething cauldron of passion, but she wears clean underpants, and she knows where her shirt is in the morning. Call her what you will - a Scoop Jackson Democrat or a Jacob Javits Republican - either way, she's the stuff that dreams are made of. Thank you,
And now Joel Robinson will render his verdict.
Joel
Well, thank you, Gypsy. Uh, both of these issues are complex, and there are no easy answers, but Crow is right.
Woo-hoo! I'm right, I'm right!
Wait a minute, Joel! Now, the whole subject of cleanliness and grooming is very important to me, and I know a much more effective way to resolve this issue.
Joel
Well, how's that?
A spitting contest! :[Spits on Joel and he and Crow try to spit each other behind Gypsy]
Wait! wait! Hey, knock it off! Hey!
[CIA agent Tommy (pop idol Frankie Avalon) waits while sexy Helga strips behind a curtain.]
Joel
Just try to pay no attention to that girl behind the curtain.
Try not to pay any attention to that hideous pattern.
. . .
I wonder if this is where I'm supposed to sing. Nah!
Joel
Good one, Frankie. We'll make fun of the movie, if you don't mind!
Joel
Hey, Dr. Erhardt, I haven't seen you in several millenia. How's the mad biz treating you?
Oh, you know, Joel. It ebbs and flows. More of a hobby at this point.
Joel
I gotcha. Really glad to hear your voice caught up with you too. That shrill nagging tone you always had was really grating on the ears.
[shrill-voiced] It's a hormonal disorder, you little piece of sh-