Mork & Mindy (1978–1982): Season 4, Episode 21 - Gotta Run: Part 3 - full transcript
As a result of his notoriety, Mork is faced with fans, marketing executives and Kalnik.
Na-no, na-no.
[KALNIK SQUEAKING]
Mom.
- Mom.
- You're from Neptune?
My name is Kalnik,
but please call me Kal.
You live on Earth? Me too.
No one calls my son a mutant.
Take a hike.
You'll live to regret this, Orkan.
[SHOUTING]
Take your hands off… Ah!
- You're an android.
- And I am also a bomb.
A bomb! Hide!
I have a feeling we're never
gonna see this place again.
Why do you want to kill us?
Because you're the only ones that can
throw a monkey wrench into my plans.
[KALNIK SCREAMING]
MINDY:
Nothing is gonna stop Kalnik's men.
They think you're the alien
who's out to take over the world
and they're gonna keep hunting
until they find you.
There's only one choice,
but I think it's the only way.
I have to tell the world I'm an alien.
That way they know
I've got nothing to hide.
That's the only way.
I've gotta go public.
Mork is the most famous man
in the world,
and I'm offering you your own
prime time television show.
What?
Oh, Mind, this is so fast.
Four days ago I was having
dinner with a lady friend of mine
at my favorite Italian restaurant.
I won't give it a plug,
but you know which one.
The one where the Pope eats when
he's in town, so you know it's good.
Anyway, in the bar
the TV's blasting away
about, uh, some alien
from another planet.
Well, I'm not buying it at first, but for
gosh darn it, uh, I turn out to be wrong.
Anyway, he's here with us tonight.
He truly is a spaceman
from another planet
and he's here to tell us about it
with his wife.
Will you please welcome to the stage
Mr. Mork and Mindy McConnell?
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
Oh. Oh. Hi, Tom. Ha, ha.
You know, back on my planet,
the green room is flesh colored.
[MORK CHUCKLES]
- So you're the guy from Ork.
- Yep.
Sometimes I get the feeling that half
of my staff here is from Ork. Ha-ha-ha.
I really don't think so, Tom.
Reading from the papers, uh, we know
that apparently you are an alien,
but you married him, why?
Two billion guys on this planet,
they're not all good lookers,
but you couldn't find one
that you liked, for God's sakes?
No, um, it's not like that at all.
It's just that Mork is very special
and loving
and he doesn't know
the meaning of the word "deceit."
Remarkable, remarkable.
Now I understand that you have a son
and his name is Steve?
- Mearth.
- Mearth.
Good work, research.
Well, I think that's an excellent time
to bring out young Mearth.
Uh, will you please welcome
to the stage Mr. Mearth McConnell?
Mork, you're gonna have
yourself a six-footer here. Ha-ha-ha.
Hello, Tom.
Are you ready for this, Mr. Tom?
It's super neat.
[SINGING]
Tell me about the stars and…
Uh, so, big fella, you age backwards,
is that it?
You're really old but you're
really quite young, is that it?
So when someone says,
"Hey, you look good for your age,"
you have no idea what they're talking
about, because I certainly don't.
- What's the matter with him?
- I don't know, son.
I think his eyebrows put too much
pressure on the frontal lobe.
All right, let's get everything straight.
Uh, Mom's a cute little Boulder gal
who obviously prefers men
from another planet,
and, uh, Dad's a space jockey,
and, well, now you're all famous,
and there's talk
of a TV talk show
and you'll probably be put
against old Tom here, huh? Ha, ha.
Oh. Oh. Not a bad idea, hey?
MEARTH:
You know something?
You look exactly
like our garbage man.
Uh, Tom, you see, one of the reasons
we're considering a television show
is we feel that it's the most effective
way to reach a large number of people.
See, Mork hopes to promote
a cultural exchange
of, um, understanding and respect
between our two worlds.
- Right, Mork?
- Very much so.
That and being on
Battle of the Network Stars.
Excuse me, I'm getting a cue here
from my stage manager over there,
and, uh, well, McConnells,
you've been really interesting guests
and I'd like to talk to you more
about the, uh, mysteries of the universe,
but I got a man in the green room
who makes cities out of toothpicks
and he's putting the finishing touches
there on Fort Lauderdale.
So McConnells, uh, good night
and, uh, na-na, nu-nu,
or whatever the heck it is you say.
It doesn't matter, Tom.
Any way you want to fly.
We'll be back in
two minutes, five seconds
after we hear from our affiliates
across this country coast to coast.
That's it?
What a gyp.
You had Charles Manson on
for a whole hour.
Son, son.
[CROWD SCREAMING]
Mind, Mind, pull harder.
I can grow another one.
Why don't they just go upstairs
and bother Warren Beatty?
Mearth? Oh, hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, Mommy and Daddy.
- We made it.
I was just talking to the press here.
That is off the record, isn't it?
[CROWD SCREAMING]
- Thank you.
- Thank you for the snacks.
Hello.
Goodbye.
- Mork?
- Mind?
- We gotta stay calm, okay?
- Mm-hm.
I know you feel like you're being pulled
in a million different directions.
Yeah, you're not kidding, Mind. I feel
like a fire hose in the South Bronx.
Unhand me, Mr. Lawman.
Don't you know who I am?
Why, I'm Mork's producer.
I'm who got Arthur Miller
to write that episode on CHiPs.
WOMAN:
Mork.
There he is, the new media's darling
of the day and his little pooter.
- Hi, Billy.
- Let's talk TV, kids.
I think Mork's had enough for today.
I was so looking forward to talking
concept and sipping white wine.
You know what? Why don't I
introduce you to your writers?
- Oh, yes.
- They're absolutely hilarious.
And you know why? Because not one
of them had a date in high school.
Oh, are you the guys who wrote
"But seriously"? I love that.
And also, "Hey,
where are you from?"
[PHONE RINGS]
What?
Who?
Mommy, Daddy,
do we know a Ron and Nancy?
- No, sweetheart, just take a message.
- We'll call you back.
I don't care what color
your house is.
Mork, here is the concept.
You are going to be starring in
Those Amazing Aliens.
Now, on the first episode, we're gonna
strap you to the nose of a Concorde
and when you land in Paris, we set
you on fire and make you eat mud.
Isn't that wonderful?
I get to go to Paris.
No. Absolutely not.
Very well, Miss Red Blazer.
He can read a poem
at the end of the show. See if I care.
[PHONE RINGS]
The T-shirts were just the tip
of the merchandising iceberg.
I don't care if you are my granddaddy.
Mommy said to tell everybody
that they're not in.
Mearth. Dad…
Now, listen, Mork, tomorrow we're
going to make you look like an alien.
- But I am.
- We're gonna shave your head…
- No, no…
- We're gonna tint your skin green…
[ALL SCREAMING]
I knew you'd be here.
MORK:
Oh, Mind…
I couldn't take the pressure.
All those people hounding me, Mind.
How does Slappy White do it?
Oh, Mork, Kalnik gave us no choice.
But all the notoriety
hasn't changed us.
No. Where's Mearth?
Well, he's getting a star
on Hollywood Boulevard today.
Don't worry, he's with Dad.
[MINDY SIGHS]
Well, Mind, what's up for us next?
Are we gonna end up like every other
American flash-in-the-pan?
Making spaghetti westerns in Italy?
Oh, Mork,
I wish I could tell you all this was
gonna change tomorrow, but I can't.
You're about as cheerful
as an East Berlin cheerleader.
[MIMICS SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Ha, ha. I'm not finished yet.
Sit down.
On what's left of our couch.
Mork, what we've gotta do
starting right now
is take control of our lives.
Well, I know what I want right now.
What?
Nobody can make us do anything
we don't wanna do.
Unless they've got a great big
outer space ray gun.
[LAUGHING]
Ooh.
All right,
you've got 30 seconds to live.
- Twenty-nine, 28…
- Wait a minute.
You call that a second?
It should be 27 Mississippi,
26 Mississippi…
Twenty-five Mississippi,
24 Mississippi, 23…
Stop it! You're crazy. You need help.
And so do you.
What do you expect to accomplish
by killing us?
Your death.
[LAUGHING]
You spoiled my plot.
You turned me into a statue
and you made me miss
my parents' 400th anniversary.
Four hundred years? Oh, that's terrific.
Mazel tov.
Thank you.
They're wonderful and still very alert.
Oh, really?
Don't we deserve to see
our first year anniversary?
Not the way you cook.
I saw you on Merv the other night.
I tried your Chicken Kiev recipe.
You used too much garlic.
You made me ruin my dinner party
and you're gonna pay for it.
Wait.
I have one last request.
I would like to die with dignity, with
honor and with my penny loafers on.
All right, hurry up. Hurry up.
The guys are waiting for me
down in the car. I have a 2:00 tee-off.
- Do you need a couple of caddies?
- Nine Mississippi…
All right, all right. Don't rush.
It's not an easy thing to prepare for.
[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]
Hold it.
[LAUGHING]
Sissy shoes.
Do you realize what I paid for these?
Oh, Mork.
MORK:
Oh, will you look at that?
Kal, you don't have to kill me.
I'm gonna die of embarrassment.
- Put on the shoes…
- I'm trying…
[SPEAKS
IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]
This one?
That was "let's go."
[LAUGHING]
- All right. Well, well, well…
- All right.
Well, you've been a lovely couple but
it's time to play "You Lose Your Life."
Thank you. It's nice seeing you too,
because there's no place like Rome.
There's no place like Rome.
There's no place like Rome.
There's no place like Rome.
Come back here.
Come back here.
Mork.
Mindy.
What do you gotta do
to kill somebody around here?
"Time travel shoes.
"Ruby red. Size eight." Ugh.
I fell for the oldest time travel trick
in the books.
[HORN HONKING]
Sorry, guys, I can't play golf today.
I gotta go kill Mork and Mindy.
[LAUGHING]
You did it.
We escaped through time.
- Where do you think we are?
- I don't know.
MINDY: Get us out of here.
MORK: Here we go.
MINDY: Hurry.
- Home, James.
- Home, James. Uh-oh.
MINDY: Mork.
Something's wrong.
Maybe the insole's short circuited.
Well, I hope I have the receipt.
[GRUNTING]
Do you realize where we are?
We're at the dawn of man.
Oh, no, Mind.
Finally we'll be able to buy land
in California cheap.
Oh, no. Get ready for a fight.
Well, I see evolution
hasn't changed you.
I'll soothe the savage beasts.
Look.
Yes.
Look nice. Nice.
The record company executives
did the same thing.
[MINDY GASPS]
Rahlu. Rahlu. Rahlu.
Oh, she must think you did magic.
Well, either that or she's near-sighted
and has a foot fetish.
[GRUNTING]
[MINDY GROANS]
I knew I should have paid
more attention in eighth period history.
I'm trying to remember anything good
that ever happened in a cave.
[GRUNTING]
Rahlu. Rahlu.
Mind, if we play charades tonight,
I want her on my team.
Macho.
[SNIFFING]
Talk about your Old Spice, Mind.
Maybe you just need
partial protection.
[GRUNTS]
- No.
- Mind, they're your ancestors.
You talk to them.
- Don't be afraid.
- Uh…
Me, ugh, Mindy.
Shiksa likes mayonnaise
and Tupperware.
- Him, Mork. Mindy, Mork.
- Na-no.
We friends of yours.
We come here
from, uh, Boulder, Colorado.
Many moons from here.
[GRUNTING]
Ah-ah-ah.
Don't worry about them, Mind.
I think I have mastered their language.
Watch my lips.
[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SINGING]
[MAN GRUNTS
THEN MINDY SCREAMS]
Look.
Ooh.
Listen.
Rahlu. Rahlu.
They're in key, Mind. They're in key.
Rahlu.
[SINGING]
Rahlu
Rahlu.
[HUMMING]
ALL:
Rahlu.
[SINGING] Rahlu, Rahlu
Sometimes you ra-win
Sometimes you ra-lose
Now we have the Rahlu Blues.
Ha, ha!
[SNORING]
[GRUNTING]
Oh, uh…
Oh, no, uh, my doctor told me
I should cut down on raw zebra.
[GRUNTING]
Oh, no thanks.
I really don't like mastodon tartar.
I'll stick to bark. I need the roughage.
- No.
- No. Not today.
Mork, will you just keep
working on that shoe?
- Yeah, Mind.
- I am freezing.
I want to go home to our family
and a warm bed.
Oh, yeah, and plumbing.
Oh, and clean clothes.
And Frank Gifford.
What?
We're freezing to death
and you miss Frank Gifford?
Don't you?
If you're freezing to death,
why don't we go over and pile on?
I mean, that big guy over there
would make a great pillow.
Look at them over there,
all heaped together like that.
I feel so sorry for them.
Yeah, they look like a dessert cart
at a cannibal restaurant.
Look how hard
they have to fight to survive.
Against animals and enemies
and this brutal climate.
I mean, all this tribe has
are a couple of crummy weapons,
and they don't even have a fire.
Help me gather some twigs.
Hey, Mind, what're you doing?
You don't have to clean up here.
I mean, you're not gonna invent
maid service, are you?
I'm not cleaning up.
I'm gonna make a fire.
Think about what you're doing.
You could be altering history.
I mean, then the Wright Brothers
could be wrong.
The Righteous Brothers
might end up being atheists.
What?
Mork, all I know
is the discovery of fire predates
cave paintings by thousands of years.
So that means somehow
this tribe lost that knowledge.
- All I'm doing is giving it back to them.
- Well…
Wouldn't you want someone
to do it for your son?
MORK:
Oh, yeah, I guess you're right.
Help me with the fire.
I'm gonna do it.
Keep blowing.
I'm gonna give these people
a better future.
[MINDY GASPS]
Keep going. It's starting to work.
Keep blowing. Keep blowing.
Oh, you inventors
are so temperamental, Mind.
It's starting to smolder.
I can't believe it.
I saw this on Grizzly Adams,
but I didn't think it was gonna work.
Do you realize
what's happening here?
I'm gonna give this tribe
a new lease on life.
Can you bring that light over here?
MORK:
Pardon me.
How's this, hon?
Oh, that's much better.
Mind, guess who's
already invented fire?
I am so embarrassed.
[SPEAKS IN YIDDISH]
Aw. It was a lovely gesture.
Don't you…
Oh, little pooter, come on now.
Mind, I guess we'll just have to invent
the Olympics now.
[HUMS]
Sprint.
All right, so they had fire.
But I want to leave these people
with something.
I'm gonna teach them how to protect
themselves or how to plant seeds.
I know, the wheel. That's a good one.
Unless they've already invented it.
You wanna teach them something?
Teach them
how to invent pantyhose.
Very funny.
Mork, think about how often you're
allowed to leave your mark on history.
[KALNIK LAUGHING]
Good morning, campers.
I have such a lovely day
planned for us.
First, I'm gonna vaporize you.
Then, the rest of us go canoeing.
Hello.
Kalnik.
And you said I had sissy shoes.
Stall him, Mind.
Maybe I can get these babies working
Uh, so Kalnik, how'd you find us
out here in the boonies?
It wasn't easy following you
through time.
I had tickets to the theater. I ended up
sitting between Booth and Lincoln.
But that's history,
and now so are you.
[KALNIK LAUGHING]
Oops.
Here goes nothing.
KALNIK:
Does anybody have any aspirin?
- Oh, Mork, I'm scared.
- Oh, don't be, Mind.
Just hold on.
I don't know what's in store for us,
but whatever happens,
we'll have each other.
[KALNIK SQUEAKING]
Mom.
- Mom.
- You're from Neptune?
My name is Kalnik,
but please call me Kal.
You live on Earth? Me too.
No one calls my son a mutant.
Take a hike.
You'll live to regret this, Orkan.
[SHOUTING]
Take your hands off… Ah!
- You're an android.
- And I am also a bomb.
A bomb! Hide!
I have a feeling we're never
gonna see this place again.
Why do you want to kill us?
Because you're the only ones that can
throw a monkey wrench into my plans.
[KALNIK SCREAMING]
MINDY:
Nothing is gonna stop Kalnik's men.
They think you're the alien
who's out to take over the world
and they're gonna keep hunting
until they find you.
There's only one choice,
but I think it's the only way.
I have to tell the world I'm an alien.
That way they know
I've got nothing to hide.
That's the only way.
I've gotta go public.
Mork is the most famous man
in the world,
and I'm offering you your own
prime time television show.
What?
Oh, Mind, this is so fast.
Four days ago I was having
dinner with a lady friend of mine
at my favorite Italian restaurant.
I won't give it a plug,
but you know which one.
The one where the Pope eats when
he's in town, so you know it's good.
Anyway, in the bar
the TV's blasting away
about, uh, some alien
from another planet.
Well, I'm not buying it at first, but for
gosh darn it, uh, I turn out to be wrong.
Anyway, he's here with us tonight.
He truly is a spaceman
from another planet
and he's here to tell us about it
with his wife.
Will you please welcome to the stage
Mr. Mork and Mindy McConnell?
[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]
Oh. Oh. Hi, Tom. Ha, ha.
You know, back on my planet,
the green room is flesh colored.
[MORK CHUCKLES]
- So you're the guy from Ork.
- Yep.
Sometimes I get the feeling that half
of my staff here is from Ork. Ha-ha-ha.
I really don't think so, Tom.
Reading from the papers, uh, we know
that apparently you are an alien,
but you married him, why?
Two billion guys on this planet,
they're not all good lookers,
but you couldn't find one
that you liked, for God's sakes?
No, um, it's not like that at all.
It's just that Mork is very special
and loving
and he doesn't know
the meaning of the word "deceit."
Remarkable, remarkable.
Now I understand that you have a son
and his name is Steve?
- Mearth.
- Mearth.
Good work, research.
Well, I think that's an excellent time
to bring out young Mearth.
Uh, will you please welcome
to the stage Mr. Mearth McConnell?
Mork, you're gonna have
yourself a six-footer here. Ha-ha-ha.
Hello, Tom.
Are you ready for this, Mr. Tom?
It's super neat.
[SINGING]
Tell me about the stars and…
Uh, so, big fella, you age backwards,
is that it?
You're really old but you're
really quite young, is that it?
So when someone says,
"Hey, you look good for your age,"
you have no idea what they're talking
about, because I certainly don't.
- What's the matter with him?
- I don't know, son.
I think his eyebrows put too much
pressure on the frontal lobe.
All right, let's get everything straight.
Uh, Mom's a cute little Boulder gal
who obviously prefers men
from another planet,
and, uh, Dad's a space jockey,
and, well, now you're all famous,
and there's talk
of a TV talk show
and you'll probably be put
against old Tom here, huh? Ha, ha.
Oh. Oh. Not a bad idea, hey?
MEARTH:
You know something?
You look exactly
like our garbage man.
Uh, Tom, you see, one of the reasons
we're considering a television show
is we feel that it's the most effective
way to reach a large number of people.
See, Mork hopes to promote
a cultural exchange
of, um, understanding and respect
between our two worlds.
- Right, Mork?
- Very much so.
That and being on
Battle of the Network Stars.
Excuse me, I'm getting a cue here
from my stage manager over there,
and, uh, well, McConnells,
you've been really interesting guests
and I'd like to talk to you more
about the, uh, mysteries of the universe,
but I got a man in the green room
who makes cities out of toothpicks
and he's putting the finishing touches
there on Fort Lauderdale.
So McConnells, uh, good night
and, uh, na-na, nu-nu,
or whatever the heck it is you say.
It doesn't matter, Tom.
Any way you want to fly.
We'll be back in
two minutes, five seconds
after we hear from our affiliates
across this country coast to coast.
That's it?
What a gyp.
You had Charles Manson on
for a whole hour.
Son, son.
[CROWD SCREAMING]
Mind, Mind, pull harder.
I can grow another one.
Why don't they just go upstairs
and bother Warren Beatty?
Mearth? Oh, hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, Mommy and Daddy.
- We made it.
I was just talking to the press here.
That is off the record, isn't it?
[CROWD SCREAMING]
- Thank you.
- Thank you for the snacks.
Hello.
Goodbye.
- Mork?
- Mind?
- We gotta stay calm, okay?
- Mm-hm.
I know you feel like you're being pulled
in a million different directions.
Yeah, you're not kidding, Mind. I feel
like a fire hose in the South Bronx.
Unhand me, Mr. Lawman.
Don't you know who I am?
Why, I'm Mork's producer.
I'm who got Arthur Miller
to write that episode on CHiPs.
WOMAN:
Mork.
There he is, the new media's darling
of the day and his little pooter.
- Hi, Billy.
- Let's talk TV, kids.
I think Mork's had enough for today.
I was so looking forward to talking
concept and sipping white wine.
You know what? Why don't I
introduce you to your writers?
- Oh, yes.
- They're absolutely hilarious.
And you know why? Because not one
of them had a date in high school.
Oh, are you the guys who wrote
"But seriously"? I love that.
And also, "Hey,
where are you from?"
[PHONE RINGS]
What?
Who?
Mommy, Daddy,
do we know a Ron and Nancy?
- No, sweetheart, just take a message.
- We'll call you back.
I don't care what color
your house is.
Mork, here is the concept.
You are going to be starring in
Those Amazing Aliens.
Now, on the first episode, we're gonna
strap you to the nose of a Concorde
and when you land in Paris, we set
you on fire and make you eat mud.
Isn't that wonderful?
I get to go to Paris.
No. Absolutely not.
Very well, Miss Red Blazer.
He can read a poem
at the end of the show. See if I care.
[PHONE RINGS]
The T-shirts were just the tip
of the merchandising iceberg.
I don't care if you are my granddaddy.
Mommy said to tell everybody
that they're not in.
Mearth. Dad…
Now, listen, Mork, tomorrow we're
going to make you look like an alien.
- But I am.
- We're gonna shave your head…
- No, no…
- We're gonna tint your skin green…
[ALL SCREAMING]
I knew you'd be here.
MORK:
Oh, Mind…
I couldn't take the pressure.
All those people hounding me, Mind.
How does Slappy White do it?
Oh, Mork, Kalnik gave us no choice.
But all the notoriety
hasn't changed us.
No. Where's Mearth?
Well, he's getting a star
on Hollywood Boulevard today.
Don't worry, he's with Dad.
[MINDY SIGHS]
Well, Mind, what's up for us next?
Are we gonna end up like every other
American flash-in-the-pan?
Making spaghetti westerns in Italy?
Oh, Mork,
I wish I could tell you all this was
gonna change tomorrow, but I can't.
You're about as cheerful
as an East Berlin cheerleader.
[MIMICS SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Ha, ha. I'm not finished yet.
Sit down.
On what's left of our couch.
Mork, what we've gotta do
starting right now
is take control of our lives.
Well, I know what I want right now.
What?
Nobody can make us do anything
we don't wanna do.
Unless they've got a great big
outer space ray gun.
[LAUGHING]
Ooh.
All right,
you've got 30 seconds to live.
- Twenty-nine, 28…
- Wait a minute.
You call that a second?
It should be 27 Mississippi,
26 Mississippi…
Twenty-five Mississippi,
24 Mississippi, 23…
Stop it! You're crazy. You need help.
And so do you.
What do you expect to accomplish
by killing us?
Your death.
[LAUGHING]
You spoiled my plot.
You turned me into a statue
and you made me miss
my parents' 400th anniversary.
Four hundred years? Oh, that's terrific.
Mazel tov.
Thank you.
They're wonderful and still very alert.
Oh, really?
Don't we deserve to see
our first year anniversary?
Not the way you cook.
I saw you on Merv the other night.
I tried your Chicken Kiev recipe.
You used too much garlic.
You made me ruin my dinner party
and you're gonna pay for it.
Wait.
I have one last request.
I would like to die with dignity, with
honor and with my penny loafers on.
All right, hurry up. Hurry up.
The guys are waiting for me
down in the car. I have a 2:00 tee-off.
- Do you need a couple of caddies?
- Nine Mississippi…
All right, all right. Don't rush.
It's not an easy thing to prepare for.
[SPEAKING GIBBERISH]
Hold it.
[LAUGHING]
Sissy shoes.
Do you realize what I paid for these?
Oh, Mork.
MORK:
Oh, will you look at that?
Kal, you don't have to kill me.
I'm gonna die of embarrassment.
- Put on the shoes…
- I'm trying…
[SPEAKS
IN ALIEN LANGUAGE]
This one?
That was "let's go."
[LAUGHING]
- All right. Well, well, well…
- All right.
Well, you've been a lovely couple but
it's time to play "You Lose Your Life."
Thank you. It's nice seeing you too,
because there's no place like Rome.
There's no place like Rome.
There's no place like Rome.
There's no place like Rome.
Come back here.
Come back here.
Mork.
Mindy.
What do you gotta do
to kill somebody around here?
"Time travel shoes.
"Ruby red. Size eight." Ugh.
I fell for the oldest time travel trick
in the books.
[HORN HONKING]
Sorry, guys, I can't play golf today.
I gotta go kill Mork and Mindy.
[LAUGHING]
You did it.
We escaped through time.
- Where do you think we are?
- I don't know.
MINDY: Get us out of here.
MORK: Here we go.
MINDY: Hurry.
- Home, James.
- Home, James. Uh-oh.
MINDY: Mork.
Something's wrong.
Maybe the insole's short circuited.
Well, I hope I have the receipt.
[GRUNTING]
Do you realize where we are?
We're at the dawn of man.
Oh, no, Mind.
Finally we'll be able to buy land
in California cheap.
Oh, no. Get ready for a fight.
Well, I see evolution
hasn't changed you.
I'll soothe the savage beasts.
Look.
Yes.
Look nice. Nice.
The record company executives
did the same thing.
[MINDY GASPS]
Rahlu. Rahlu. Rahlu.
Oh, she must think you did magic.
Well, either that or she's near-sighted
and has a foot fetish.
[GRUNTING]
[MINDY GROANS]
I knew I should have paid
more attention in eighth period history.
I'm trying to remember anything good
that ever happened in a cave.
[GRUNTING]
Rahlu. Rahlu.
Mind, if we play charades tonight,
I want her on my team.
Macho.
[SNIFFING]
Talk about your Old Spice, Mind.
Maybe you just need
partial protection.
[GRUNTS]
- No.
- Mind, they're your ancestors.
You talk to them.
- Don't be afraid.
- Uh…
Me, ugh, Mindy.
Shiksa likes mayonnaise
and Tupperware.
- Him, Mork. Mindy, Mork.
- Na-no.
We friends of yours.
We come here
from, uh, Boulder, Colorado.
Many moons from here.
[GRUNTING]
Ah-ah-ah.
Don't worry about them, Mind.
I think I have mastered their language.
Watch my lips.
[SPEAKING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[SINGING]
[MAN GRUNTS
THEN MINDY SCREAMS]
Look.
Ooh.
Listen.
Rahlu. Rahlu.
They're in key, Mind. They're in key.
Rahlu.
[SINGING]
Rahlu
Rahlu.
[HUMMING]
ALL:
Rahlu.
[SINGING] Rahlu, Rahlu
Sometimes you ra-win
Sometimes you ra-lose
Now we have the Rahlu Blues.
Ha, ha!
[SNORING]
[GRUNTING]
Oh, uh…
Oh, no, uh, my doctor told me
I should cut down on raw zebra.
[GRUNTING]
Oh, no thanks.
I really don't like mastodon tartar.
I'll stick to bark. I need the roughage.
- No.
- No. Not today.
Mork, will you just keep
working on that shoe?
- Yeah, Mind.
- I am freezing.
I want to go home to our family
and a warm bed.
Oh, yeah, and plumbing.
Oh, and clean clothes.
And Frank Gifford.
What?
We're freezing to death
and you miss Frank Gifford?
Don't you?
If you're freezing to death,
why don't we go over and pile on?
I mean, that big guy over there
would make a great pillow.
Look at them over there,
all heaped together like that.
I feel so sorry for them.
Yeah, they look like a dessert cart
at a cannibal restaurant.
Look how hard
they have to fight to survive.
Against animals and enemies
and this brutal climate.
I mean, all this tribe has
are a couple of crummy weapons,
and they don't even have a fire.
Help me gather some twigs.
Hey, Mind, what're you doing?
You don't have to clean up here.
I mean, you're not gonna invent
maid service, are you?
I'm not cleaning up.
I'm gonna make a fire.
Think about what you're doing.
You could be altering history.
I mean, then the Wright Brothers
could be wrong.
The Righteous Brothers
might end up being atheists.
What?
Mork, all I know
is the discovery of fire predates
cave paintings by thousands of years.
So that means somehow
this tribe lost that knowledge.
- All I'm doing is giving it back to them.
- Well…
Wouldn't you want someone
to do it for your son?
MORK:
Oh, yeah, I guess you're right.
Help me with the fire.
I'm gonna do it.
Keep blowing.
I'm gonna give these people
a better future.
[MINDY GASPS]
Keep going. It's starting to work.
Keep blowing. Keep blowing.
Oh, you inventors
are so temperamental, Mind.
It's starting to smolder.
I can't believe it.
I saw this on Grizzly Adams,
but I didn't think it was gonna work.
Do you realize
what's happening here?
I'm gonna give this tribe
a new lease on life.
Can you bring that light over here?
MORK:
Pardon me.
How's this, hon?
Oh, that's much better.
Mind, guess who's
already invented fire?
I am so embarrassed.
[SPEAKS IN YIDDISH]
Aw. It was a lovely gesture.
Don't you…
Oh, little pooter, come on now.
Mind, I guess we'll just have to invent
the Olympics now.
[HUMS]
Sprint.
All right, so they had fire.
But I want to leave these people
with something.
I'm gonna teach them how to protect
themselves or how to plant seeds.
I know, the wheel. That's a good one.
Unless they've already invented it.
You wanna teach them something?
Teach them
how to invent pantyhose.
Very funny.
Mork, think about how often you're
allowed to leave your mark on history.
[KALNIK LAUGHING]
Good morning, campers.
I have such a lovely day
planned for us.
First, I'm gonna vaporize you.
Then, the rest of us go canoeing.
Hello.
Kalnik.
And you said I had sissy shoes.
Stall him, Mind.
Maybe I can get these babies working
Uh, so Kalnik, how'd you find us
out here in the boonies?
It wasn't easy following you
through time.
I had tickets to the theater. I ended up
sitting between Booth and Lincoln.
But that's history,
and now so are you.
[KALNIK LAUGHING]
Oops.
Here goes nothing.
KALNIK:
Does anybody have any aspirin?
- Oh, Mork, I'm scared.
- Oh, don't be, Mind.
Just hold on.
I don't know what's in store for us,
but whatever happens,
we'll have each other.