[The camera pans over a shot of a snow-capped mountain range.]
Oh jeez, there's soccer teams laying all over the place!
Mystery Science Theater 3000 · Season 7
[The camera pans over a shot of a snow-capped mountain range.]
Oh jeez, there's soccer teams laying all over the place!
[Meacham's plane, engines out, is coasting in to a crash landing when it is suddenly suffused with a mysterious green glow.]
Suddenly I have a refreshing mint flavor.
Early LSD tests in the Air Force.
[Joe running towards the Jeep]
Into the Weenie Mobile! WEENIE MAN AWAY!
[In the lab, through a viewport, we see a rectangular metal slab suspended above a squat, boxy metal coil.]
Oh, yeah. This is when science didn't have to have any specific purpose.
Lowering the cylinder.
Inserting the breakfast pastry.
[darkly] The secret government Eggo project.
Contact Dr. Jemima!
God, I love the blueberry ones best.
[Meacham flips a switch. The toaster-like coil starts to red with heat, and we hear a pinging sound.]
Increase the rate of reaction.
Start warming the syrup!
Yum!
[Cal and Joe play with some knobs and dials. The "toaster" emits loud grinding noises.]
Check rate of radioactive decay.
Increase the Flash Gordon noises and put more science stuff around.
. . .
[At the end of the experiment, the toaster object blows up.]
Oh, my God! My waffle! Oh, the humanity!
[A loud beeping noise follows post-explosion.]
Fries are up!
Here's something my wife could use around the house.
A man?
This isn't paper. It's some sort of metal.
No, sir. That's paper!
[Dr. Meacham and Joe have just upacked the parts to the Interocitor.]
But before unpacking - D'OH!
There are 2,486 parts.
[Joe is stepping around the spread out Interocitor parts. Crow makes a loud crunching sound.]
Uh, 485, sir!
[As Joe walks around the parts, Crow keeps making crunching noises with every step Joe takes.]
Where do we start?
Right here. [points towards strange symbol on blueprint.]
At Goofy Clown Face!
You know what my kids would say...
[interrupting] "You're not my real father!"
"Dig this crazy, mixed-up plumbing!"
Plug it in, Joe.
Doesn't even have any kids. Poor, deluded Joe.
My name is Exeter.
Doug Exeter.
Stand aside, please. You too, Dr. Wilson.
No, farther towards the killzone, please!
Yeah, God I'm good!
[Meacham notices the plug for the Interocetor]
Dear God, I left the iron plugged in!
[Meacham rushes over to unplug the Interocetor, which starts sparking, causing him to lose balance. Joe rushes over to help him up]
Oh, come here, you big, dumb dope!
[The Interocetor is now ablaze]
Quick, get the baking soda!
Boy, the landlady's going to be mad!
[imitates knocking noise] Are you boys cooking up there?!
No!
Are you building an Interocetor?!
[casually] No!
[Meacham pushes a microphone-like Geiger counter probe toward the interocitor wreckage.]
Now that you've exploded, any words for our listeners?
[Brack enters the scene]
Hey, Charlie Rich!
He goes through a lot of Brylcreem.
[Brack enters the elevator, looking sternly at Meacham and Adams.]
Don't mention his head.
Dr. Meacham! Good morning!
Good morning.
Please, come in. Both of you.
We're glad you could join us at the Buddy Ebsen society!
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