[Joe's Guardian Angel appears before Joe's spirit]
[as Joe's Angel] Are you George Bailey? Sorry; wrong film.
Mystery Science Theater 3000 · Season 2
[Joe's Guardian Angel appears before Joe's spirit]
[as Joe's Angel] Are you George Bailey? Sorry; wrong film.
[in Heaven's Traffic Court, the judge (presumably God) is filing over paperwork while Joe's Angel attempts to get his attention]
[as Judge] Dear Diary... it's hard being God.
Good morning, sir.
There are no good mornings here.
I'll decide if it's a good morning, or not.
What was your name?
What was my name? You mean, sir, I'm... finished? All washed up?
86'd? Hasta luego, buckwheat?
Well that depends on the evidence. Uh, your name?
Deep six out of here?
Joseph Doakes, sir.
Joseph Doakes... [begins shifting through papers] ...Doakes.
Funny name.
Huh... Joseph Doakes... let's see, there's Dickweed, Dog, Dumbsh- Ah, here it is...
[while defending Joe in Heaven's Traffic Court] I wouldn't say Joe was out looking for trouble...
[as the Angel] But I did find him down by the waterfront in a Spartan costume yelling "Kitty! Kitty!".
[after the Angel finishes an account in which Joe has a close call and nearly hits a child at a school]
After that, I never had any trouble with Joe around schools. He'd crawl by at a snail's pace.
Nursing homes though? Whoa!
You see, your honor, Joe had two kids of his own at that school.
And if his wife ever found out...
Yes. We're all that way when it gets close to home. A pity they don't always drive as though their own families were in danger.
You make me sick!
[Joe's Guardian Angel prepares to divulge more about Joe as a driver before he's interrupted by the sound of a car crash]
[as Judge] Hang on, you'll want to see this.
[as a wall tally of injuries and fatalities ticks forward for driving accidents] And at halftime, injuries are ahead of fatalities here in New Jersey...
[Joe sees this and looks forelorn as it starts to sink in how badly he acted as a motorist]
[as Joe] I'm so ashamed.
[the Judge looks over a list and marks off the name of the presumed accident victim] Looks like Nixon's enemy list.
[as Judge] Hurts, doesn't it?
By the way, did he ever drive when he'd been drinking?
Oh boy, I need my other scroll for that. That's a doozy.
[hesitant] Well, sir... he-
Guardian! I want the whole. Truth.
So help me, me!
Well sir, Joe did take a nip occasionally. He wasn't really what you'd call a drinker, just a cocktail now and then...
Just a half-gallon now and then.
You know how the boys are, your honor.
Yes, I know how the boys are...
And I know where the boys are.
I have a book full of those "just a cocktail or two" drinkers.
Jerks wouldn't let me in their club.
Drivers and pedestrians too. Dead ones.
Big ones.
"Just a cocktail or two..."
Phooey!
Any abnormal, physical, or mental condition due to drinking liquor...
Is monotonous!
...is intoxication in this state! A careless driver or pedestrian is usually pretty careless...
Wow, he's preachy...
...regarding the other fellow's rights and safety, but as to his own safety and wellbeing, he's downright selfish!
Pah!
Now dilute that dangerous frame of mind, with "just a cocktail or two..."
Oh, okay! Thanks! I'll take a scotch.
...and he even forgets about his own safety. That is one of the reasons why...
Is this gonna be on the final?
[addressing Joe's past transgressions as a driver] Incidentally, was there any traffic law he didn't violate?
Oh; I never hit-and-run.
[as Judge] Well, that changes everything!
If you did, then you'd be booked in- [Angel clears his throat]
In phlegm?
-in a lower court.
Oh.
You never hit and run? Why that's so despicable of an act, I wouldn't even accuse you of it.
[as Judge, muttering] Never hit and run; why I oughta-
I've heard enough of [Joe] as a driver...
[as Judge] Now how is he as a cocktail waitress?
...how is he as a pedestrian?
Oh, well that's different: as a driver, he thought he owned the road. As a pedestrian, he knew he owned it. He weaved through traffic like a mouse in a maze.
[as Angel] Squeaking, and calling himself Algernon!
[musing to himself over the Judge's closing statement in the short- "Are you qualified to pass judgement on Joe?"] Qualified? Hm, what a question. Me- Crow T. Robot- am I qualified? That's a heavy burden. I'm just a simple bot, alone as it were in the vast universe... thing. Could I make a difference? Can I make a difference?
Hey, Cambot; bring the screen in a little, and play that moody music. [jaunty contemplative music plays] What would Joel do in a situation like this? Ah, no- no, I've got to learn to think for myself; to stand on my own two foot-like appendages. Think globally, act locally. Yes, by God, I can do it! Why I... I could start a letter writing campaign, or I could organize a bake sale. Hey... [adressing the viewers] We can all help! C'mon friends, run to your window and shout "I'm really cheesed, and I'm not just gonna wait around 'til things get better"! Go do guerilla theater in the food court of your mall; or dress a little differently, make it more exciting for you and your spouse. Here's an idea, toss some Cajun spice into the party mix and watch the fun. Put on a one-man show and cover the sordid biographical details of your warped adolescense and then watch the grant money come in; but don't snap-judge me.
[continuing] Parade up and down the streets in your underwear! Impose your ideals on others- it's easy; crush someone with an emotional word or enigmatic look. You decide, you do it... I'm sick of this! I can't make a decision; I'm no good at this sort of thing! It's up to you. I'm passing the buck to you. And now we've got Commercial Sign. [as he calms himself down and the music fades out] Oh, the pain, the pain... [sighs]
[the movie begins with a credit for producer Robert Lippert, who the SOL crew are more than familiar with at this point]
Lippert? Oh, yikes!
Mars is extending us a welcome!
French-fried potatoes!
[introducing the scientists assigned to travel and observe planet Nova] If animal life is discovered on Nova, an expert on zoo-geography would be a most important member. [Dr. Gordon is shown observing a saber toothed tiger skull carefully] On August 10, Dr. Richard Gordon was chosen to fill that position. He became famous for his discovery of the giant prehistoric tar pits near Salt Lake City.
[as Dr. Gordon] I'd say this patient is dead. I'm no expert, but dead is the word.
[cuts to showing mineralogist Nora Pierce mining sediment out of a wall formation] The study of rock formations and its minerals is a lot like reading the personal diary of a planet.
Yes, it's not very polite.
Dr. Nora Pierce joined the space expedition of August 27; her doctorate in Mineralogy was awarded for her mineralogical research in the Himalayas.
And she's cute too.
[as bizarre sounding horn music plays during the opening scenes]
Whoa; is Cookie the Clown on the premises again?
[smoke pours from the rocket] A new Pope is selected; it's Cookie.
[the rocket ship is slowly landing on the planet Nova]
[as John F. Kennedy ] I believe by the end of this decade, we will land a piece of stock footage on another planet. Ask not what a processed shot can do for you.
[as Dr. Ralph Martin and Patricia Bennett record their test results and superimposed footage is shown over a tape recorder]
A preliminary biological study made of the air on Nova show the indications of microscopic life not unlike that found on Earth. However, approximately 40% of the bacteria...
Was superimposed.
...was completely unfamiliar.
Tests for radiation gave a reading of approximately 10% above normal background count...
Joel, I'm tripping!
No, it's just a photo-processed...
...less than a tolerable percentage.
Temperature...
Expletive deleted. 18 minutes was deleted from this tape. I am not a crook.
Although our preliminary tests are in no way conclusive...
Or any good at all...
...it does substantiate however that human and animal life as we know it on Earth can exist in the atmosphere and environment of Planet Nova.
The end.
Aw, they taped over the Beatles Berlin tapes.
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