
So allow me to indulge in a little nostalgic fondness for my youth by living vicariously through the experiences of the gang from Mayberry as they watch some mutt walk a tightrope. (It’s a little hard to tell from this screen cap, but the man putting Fido through his paces is none other than rubber-limbed second banana Gil Lamb.)


HOWARD: Oh, yeah…it sure was…
GOOBER: You know, I didn’t know dogs was so smart…
HOWARD: Well, I imagine some dogs are smarter than some people…
GOOBER (taking offense): Watch it, Howard…



ROSCOE: Look, fifty is the top dollar for a dog act these days…
CONOVER (scolding a dog who’s at his feet): Will you cut it out! (To Roscoe) You know, I just might get myself another agent…
ROSCOE: You threatening me?
CONOVER: Mm-hmm…
ROSCOE: Look, being an agent for dog acts and magicians is only a temporary thing with me…
CONOVER: Yeah…twenty years temporary…
ROSCOE: All I need is one break and I’ll be right back in Hollywood at the top again! I still got connections out there…



ROSCOE: Say, who’s that?
HOWARD: Millie Swanson…
GOOBER: Prettiest girl in the county…
ROSCOE: Prettiest girl in a lot of places…
SAM (on stage): Would you care to address your subjects, Miss Farmerette?
MILLIE: I…I…I hardly know what to say…I…I’ve never been a Miss Anything before…except Miss Swanson…



HOWARD: Welcome to Mayberry!
ROSCOE: You sure keep this town a secret…it took me all morning to find it…
GOOBER: Well…if you’re lookin’ for dogs, try Jake Barnes…but be careful, he bites… (After a beat) Not Jake…his dog… (He laughs in that lovable idiot way that his friends have come to know and cringe at the thought of…)

ROSCOE: Yeah, real show biz…I didn’t always used to book dog acts, you know…I used to be a big Hollywood agent…
HOWARD: A Hollywood agent?
ROSCOE: Yeah…
HOWARD:Wow!
ROSCOE: As a matter of fact, I’m the one who discovered Beverly Bennett…
HOWARD: Beverly Bennett…we were wondering why you mentioned her yesterday…
GOOBER: Then you’re connected with the movies! (Seriously) Have you got any free tickets?
EMMETT: Goober…
ROSCOE: No, the reason I’m looking for Millie is…if I’m any judge of personalities, she could be another Beverly Bennett…

GOOBER: What’s the matter with you?
EMMETT: I’m against the whole thing…
GOOBER: Against it?
HOWARD: Well, how come?
GOOBER: What’s the matter?
EMMETT: Listen…it’s not all stardust and manly music out there…there’s a broken heart for every one of those bright lights…
HOWARD (acting the know-it-all): I believe that pertains to Broadway, Emmett…

ROSCOE: I’ll make you a star…
MILLIE (giddily): That’s very flattering, Mr. March…but things like that just don’t happen to people like me…becoming a movie star…I’m…I’m just a girl who works in a bakery…
ROSCOE: So what…you know where Beverly Bennett was when I first found her? In a laundry, running a mangle…and I guarantee I can make you as big as she was…bigger…I’m a star maker, you understand? I did it once and I can do it again…and you’re the one I can do it with, Millie—whaddya say?

ROSCOE: Ever hear the name Frank Springer?
SAM: Frank Springer? Yeah, he’s one of those producers, isn’t he?
ROSCOE: You bet he is…and I got him a star years ago…Frank never forgot…
SAM: Well…what makes you think this Frank Springer would be interested in Millie? (Millie slaps the table at this insult) Well, you know what I mean…I mean…he must see hundreds of girls…
ROSCOE: Because he trusts my judgment, that’s why…how many times he told me, “Roscoe, sweetheart…I’m just waitin’ for you to come up with another Beverly Bennett…just waitin’…”
Howard enters the diner at this point of the conversation, playfully singing You Ought to Be in Pictures and prattling on to Millie about “getting a percentage of the gross.” “That’s the way they talk out there in Movieland…right, Roscoe?” he asks March…who tells him in the politest way possible to hit the f**king bricks because they’re in the middle of a “business conference.” Millie’s mind is made up—her feet are planted firmly enough on the ground to realize that this is all just fodder for a twenty-five minute sitcom, and she rebuffs Roscoe’s cajoling:
HOWARD: Well, now I don’t want to horn in here, but…
ROSCOE (as he pats the seat in the booth beside him): Go ahead…horn…horn!
HOWARD (sitting down): Well…the way I see it, you’d be passing up…well…you’d be defying the aims of Kismet…
MILLIE: But I’m not an actress…I wouldn’t even know where to begin…
ROSCOE: Well, that’s easy…we shoot a screen test of you, and I send it out to my friend Frank…will you go along with me that far?

SAM: Well…I guess that ends that…
ROSCOE: Wait a minute…wait a minute…let me think where I can raise some dough…
HOWARD (quietly clearing his throat): Uh…I have some film of Millie…
Why am I not surprised by this revelation? (Bow-chicka-wow-wow…)
HOWARD: Well, you remember—that barbecue party we had? I took some home movies…Millie’s in it…
MILLIE: Oh, Howard…you can’t send that to Hollywood…they’re just home movies…
HOWARD: Well, I thought they were rather professionally done myself…I took pan shots and everything…


LACKEY: Roscoe March, Mr. Springer…
SPRINGER: Good ol’ Roscoe… (He presses a buzzer beside him, and the lights come up)
LACKEY: Well, what do you think?
SPRINGER: I don’t know…just wondering…
And…scene! We then return to Mayberry, as a lone telegram deliveryman (Anthony Jochim) shuffles down the street and into Emmett’s fix-it shop (apparently the whole freakin’ town knows where Roscoe is now hanging out) with an urgent missive for Mr. March…

DELIVERY MAN: From Hollywood…
ROSCOE: Hollywood?
HOWARD: This is it! (To Emmett) Give him a tip…
GOOBER: I knew we were gonna hear this morning…I said to myself, if three convertibles go by my gas station with the top down we was gonna hear from Hollywood!
EMMETT (To Roscoe): How about opening it?
ROSCOE: Yeah… (He gingerly opens up the telegram and reads to himself…after a pause, a huge smile can be seen across his face…he then starts laughing maniacally) Frank Springer wants to have her interviewed for a part in a picture!
(Emmett, Goober and Howard excitedly shout their approval)
ROSCOE: Where’s Millie now?
HOWARD: She’d be at the bakery!


MILLIE (stunned): What?
GOOBER: Yeah, we just got a telegram from Hollywood…Emmett give ‘im the tip…
HOWARD: Yeah…
ROSCOE: They’re makin’ a Civil War picture in Virginia and they’re doin’ the castin’ out of Richmond…and Frank Springer said to take you down there on Monday and the castin’ director will give you an audition… (He shows her the telegram) There it is! We fly to Richmond on Monday mornin’!
SAM (incredulous): I never thought these things really happened…
HOWARD: Well, it just goes to prove that Hollywood really knows talent when it sees it!
MILLIE: I can’t…I…I…I just can’t…
ROSCOE: Millie,.whaddya mean you can’t?
MILLIE: Well, I…I…I don’t know…I…I…I just can’t…besides, we always sugar the donuts on Monday, so you see it’s impossible…
Yeah, you’re going to have to reschedule this for Wed…well, no—that’s when they put the jimmies on the cupcakes. Roscoe pleads with Sam to convince Millie not to be such an idiot…

MILLIE: Oh, Sam…I’m scared…I’m scared…
SAM: Well, that’s to be expected…
HOWARD: Just think, Millie…one of these days we’ll be seeing our own Millie Swanson right up there on the silver screen…
MILLIE: Oh…
GOOBER (laughing stupidly): Yeah…and ev’rybody will be askin’ you for your autograph…
EMMETT: Go on, Millie…climb the heights…
Millie still isn’t convinced, but she promises Roscoe “Super Agent” March that she’ll take the matter under consideration. Roscoe orders everybody out of the bakery, and as Millie nervously fumbles with the string tied to a bakery box she has visions of starring in that stirring Civil War epic, Gone With the Wind II: Give a Damn…




SAM: Now, look…just…do the best you can…that’ll be enough…
MILLIE (exhaling): Roscoe…is my lipstick on straight?
ROSCOE: It’s perfect…perfect, nothing to be nervous about…
Just then, an actress (Timothy Blake) and a man believed to be her agent storm out of Carr’s office. “You should have told me they wanted a girl with a Southern accent,” the actress berates the man getting ten percent. “I would have practiced!”

ROSCOE: Well…it’s a Civil War picture…
MILLIE: Oh, Roscoe, I’m shaking…
ROSCOE: Look, baby…there’s nothing to be nervous about…Frank Springer wouldn’t have recommended an interview if he didn’t see somethin’ in ya…you’ll knock ‘em dead…
MILLIE: But, Roscoe—I’ve never done anything like this before…
Scriptwriter Joseph Bonaduce (yes, father of Danny “Partridge Family” Bonaduce*) must not have seen the R.F.D. episode “The Church Play”—in which we learn that our favorite bakery babe was a chorus girl before sugaring people’s donuts (I knew there was no way of phrasing that so it didn’t sound dirty). Clearly Millie has had some background in the the-ah-tah, which is why this episode’s credibility is threatening to break like a too tightly-wound rubber band.
Roscoe explains to Millie that the secret to a successful interview is to “project”—or as he puts it, “give out with the personality.” The receptionist then announces that Ralph Carr is ready to see them…and filing into the office we find…


MILLIE (with an exaggerated accent): Oh…well, shut mah mouth! Thay-at happens to be the thing ah do bay-st!
CARR: I see…well, are you ready to read now?
MILLIE (in her normal voice): Read what?
CARR: The part…
MILLIE: Oh… (Back into the accent) Oh, ah surely ah-yam…lord-a-mercy, isn’t this excitin’?!!


MILLIE: I did…
ROSCOE: Why didn’t you convince me…?
MILLIE: I’m sorry, Roscoe…
SAM: You know, you don’t seem all broken up about it, Millie…
MILLIE: Well…as a matter of fact, I’m kind of relieved… (Taking a sip of coffee) Wasn’t that the worst piece of acting you ever saw?
SAM: No…no, it wasn’t the worst…it was close, though…
Sam—unless you’ve ever sat down and watched a few reruns of Mama’s Family, I wouldn’t be so quick to cast the first stone. As for Roscoe, he’s had it with show business—this little setback has convinced him to find honest work, like toil in his brother’s shoe store. Sam and Millie both tag-team their friend, trying to convince him not to give up so easily…but Roscoe has his mind made up…until he gets a gander at the cashier working the diner…


SAM: You know that cashier that I told you he found in Richmond…?
GOOBER/HOWARD (together): Yeah…
SAM: Well, he took her over to the casting office and she got the job in the picture!
HOWARD: Hey!
EMMETT: Hope he can find another Beverly Bennett…
SAM: Well, I hope so…
GOOBER: Hey, you know since this whole thing started with Millie I’ve been thinkin’ about goin’ into show business myself…
HOWARD: Oh, you’re kiddin’, Goob…
GOOBER: No, I ain’t…go out there to Hollywood and after I get started I’ll get me one of those big mansions and maybe a foreign car…a swimmin’ pool and all that stuff…
EMMETT: Uh…when are you figuring on doing this, Goober?
GOOBER (grinning idiotically): Just as soon as I can find me a couple of smart dogs…
Emmett grabs Goober’s hat and hits him on the head with it, Leo Gorcey-style…and Howard joins in with Goober’s comic book. There’s nothing else I can add here, so let’s have a little music to play us out… (Bow-chicka-wow-wow…)

*According to the always reliable IMDb, Papa Bonaduce was “a moderately-successful television writer, still struggling to make a name for himself, when son Danny became famous on The Partridge Family (1970). Fame rubbed off in reverse, and Joseph began picking up writer's work because of Danny's precocious comedic talents. Unfortunately, the upside-down situation led to considerable friction between father and son.” Personally, I think the friction began when the old man discovered his progeny was un dickhead formidable...
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I somehow manage to read the Teenager episode recap before this one -- blame it on faulty bookmarks -- and now suddenly I get all those chicka-bow jokes!
I like Millie, I just can't help it. And I love fake Hollywood names in shows. "Beverly Bennett" is one of the best.
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