Mystery Science Theater 3000 · Season 6
“The Skydivers” · Season 6
In this episode: Mike Nelson (20), Crow T. Robot (17), Tom Servo (9), Joe (5), Harry (4), Suzy (3), Beth (2), Bob (1)
[Harry carries Suzy, wearing a hooded white beach robe and opaque sunglasses, from her boat to her boat-like convertible.]
Enjoy this tribute to white, white bodies.
. . .
I need to get out of the sun to maintain my fishbelly-white complexion.
Will I see you tomorrow?
Uh, you have to ask the editor.
[monotone] No... not tomorrow.
I have a headache... tomorrow.
[Inside a rather dark room, Beth lights a candle on a small dinner table.]
Ah, she's setting up for a séance.
They're going to invoke the spirit of the continuity man.
. . .
Dinner isn't white enough, honey.
And Frankie, if I ever catch you around here again, I'll break both your legs.
What if I don't bring 'em with me?
I feel real free in that wild blue sky.
Cops can't touch me up there.
...Feels good, making like a bird, floating around up there.
Poopin' on people.
[After half an hour of mumbled dialog and uneventful skydiving...]
Seems like they forgot to have things happen in this movie.
[As Harry departs, Beth walks up to his friend Joe. The coveralled pair exchanges a meaningful look.]
Two zips and we're naked!
[Of Suzy's dimwitted, pliable paramour, Frankie...]
He's like an idiot savant--minus the savant.
Well, Frankie, are you chicken?
Uh, let me see... am I a chicken? Well I don't have a comb, or a gizzard, but sometimes I do ingest gravel to grind my food and my--uh...
[Suzy and Frankie sneak into the hangar, where white skydiving helmets peek out between folded chutes.]
Oh, no! The skydivers have been laying their huge eggs!
[The crowd applauds as the night divers arrive to board their plane.]
This isn't The Right Stuff; it's just... some stuff.
[A middle-aged man in a plane aims a rifle at Suzy and Frankie as they flee in their car.]
[muttering] I see me a hippie. [shouting] Getcher hair cut, hippie! Not so "groovy", is it?
[Joe, in his energy-less delivery, says goodbye to the widowed Beth.]
A stranger comes to town, touches nobody's life, and leaves.
. . .
Now I can do what I really want to! Which is, uh... I'm not sure. Heh. What color is my parachute?
[A guitarist resembles Ralph Fiennes]
Hey, it's Amon Göth on guitar! [N]
[A plane starts taxiing the runway.]
Ah, Roger, tower, which way is the sky?
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