Mayberry Mondays #30: “Goober and the Telephone Girl” (10/13/69, prod. no. 0204)

In May 2010, Thrilling Days of Yesteryear embarked on its most ambitious project to date—watching (and offering snarky commentary on) every episode of Mayberry R.F.D., the phenomenally successful sitcom spin-off to the classic TV series The Andy Griffith Show.  The inspiration for this is still shrouded in mystery even to myself, but a lot of it stemmed from the fact that while I can often quote chapter and verse from many an Andy Griffith episode, the only thing I ever remembered about R.F.D. was the opening credits sequence where poor-but-honest-dirt-farmer-turned-city-councilman Sam Jones (Ken Berry) has a spirited game of catch with his idiot son Mike (Buddy Foster)…which results in the little doofus lobbing the old pepper into a storage shed window.  Both Griffith and Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C. (the other successful TAGS spin-off) have been released in their entirety on DVD courtesy of CBS DVD-Paramount, but the third member of the “Mayberry trilogy” is still cooling its heels in the TV-on-DVD waiting room.  (I thought that maybe giving it a little exposure might convince Warner Home Video, the current rights holder, to rush it onto disc.  Silly ol’ me.)

I went good guns with the show for a while but it sort of ground to a halt in December of that same year…and there are any number of reasons why this happened, but I wanted to sort of make it clear that I didn’t abandon the project because of its formidable dullness.  In fact, I gave serious consideration to getting Mayberry Mondays back on track once the move to our new digs here at Rancho Yesteryear were complete…but for some unexplained reason, Disc 6 in my “rootpeg” R.F.D. collection got separated from the others in the set and I didn’t want to soldier on with the feature until I located it because I’m a little anal retentive (there was still an episode left on Numero Seis—the one you’re reading now).  But I ended up rescuing the DVD from the unlikeliest of places, and decided that it was time to reinstate our weekly triptek to that beloved little town in North Carolina that millions of people continued to visit every week (despite the fact that most of the main draws had long moved away: Griffith, Don Knotts, Jim Nabors, Howard McNear, etc.) until the spring of 1971…when CBS decided enough was enough (R.F.D. was still in the Top Twenty, too) and, in the words of Green Acres’ Pat Buttram, “canceled everything with a tree in it.”

I used to get an awful lot of e-mails asking me to pick this up again—so in some small way, you can put yourself in the same category as the folks who kept Cagney & Lacey, Designing Women, Family Guy, etc. on the air.  But as the old adage goes: be careful what you wish for.

As we rejoin our pals in Mayberry this week, we actually take a side trip to Mt. Pilot—to the bidness office of the Mid-South Telephone Company, where we find the star of the show, Farmer Jones, pulling up in front in his pickup truck, with faithful village idiot Goober Pyle (George Lindsey) riding shotgun.  (The angle doesn’t reveal this, but a sawbuck says Goober rode most of the way with his head out the window.)  For those of you not familiar with how these episodes are laid out each week, despite being employed in the noble profession of farming, one rarely sees Sam actually do any work resembling such.  I have long speculated that he’s cashing large subsidy checks from the government; others have opined that his meager part-time job on Mayberry’s city council is the only way he’s putting food on the Jones family table.

SAM: Okay, Goob…just take it easy, will ya?

GOOBER: I’ll tell you somethin’ right now… (He exits the vehicle along with Sam, except that he slams his door with great force) If they think they’re gonna make me pay for any phone calls I didn’t make, they got another think comin’…

SAM: Now, I’m sure they’ll check it out for you, Goob…

GOOBER: Well, they’d better!  Long distance to Warrentown—you know I don’t know anybody in Warrentown!

SAM: Well, look…I’ll meet you back here later…I’ve got to go over to the Farm Bureau…

Less than a minute into this, and I’m already floored by one of the funniest lines in any episode of R.F.D.  Goober may or may not know anybody in Warrentown, but it’s even money Sam’s never even stepped foot inside the Farm Bureau.  But Goober is steamed at the inefficiency displayed by the phone company…he’s been charged thirty-five cents (thirty-five cents!) for a six-minute long distance call.  “Well, I never talk longer than three minutes—that’s why I got that egg timer on there!”

Goober enters the offices of the phone company, loaded for bear.  He asks to speak to the “owner,” but the woman in charge of the office (whose nameplate reads “Miss V. Henderson”) informs him that the “high muckety-muck” (Goober’s words) is out and that she will be more than happy to help.

If this young lovely looks familiar, it’s because it’s actress Luana Anders—making her second appearance on the show (she had a small part as a theater cashier in a previous R.F.D. episode, “Emmett’s Retirement”).  Both her beauty and charm provide the necessary tonic to calm the enraged Goober.

VIOLET: And you are Mr. Pyle…and you’re from Mayberry—that’s a very nice town… (Note: Anders pronounces it “May-bree”—just like Don Beddoe did in “An Efficient Service Station.”)

GOOBER: Sure is…I own a gas station over there…

VIOLET: Oh, really?  I always admire a man who’s in business for himself…

GOOBER (sheepishly): Well, it…takes some doin’, but it’s worth it…uh…about that phone call…I’m pretty sure I didn’t make it…

VIOLET: Well…if it was up to me I’d just make out a credit voucher, but…you know how companies are…now it’ll just take me a minute to check this number…

During the course of their conversation, it becomes fairly obvious that Mayberry’s resident Manchild is developing feelings for Pretty Telephone Lady—he even tells her “It ain’t the money—it’s the principle of the thing.”  He’s even gallant enough to help her reach a large ledger that’s been placed on a high shelf in the office, whereupon she gushes: “It must be wonderful to be so tall…”

“Well, it comes in handy helpin’ out a pretty girl,” he replies, with that trademark idiotic grin.  Outside the building, Sam pores through a magazine (the latest copy of Milk Maidens Gone Wild, I’m guessing) while he waits on Goober to finish his business.  (Little does he realize that ol’ Goob has been getting down to business…heh heh heh…)

SAM: Did you get the bill straightened out?

GOOBER (slightly dazed): What?

SAM (pointing to the office): The bill…

GOOBER: Oh, yeah…yeah…I was right, it was the company’s fault…

SAM: Oh!  Well, I guess it pays to go in there and tell ‘em off, huh?

GOOBER: Sam…you just don’t go tellin’ people off for a mere thirty-five cents…you realize those girls in there bill over forty thousand customers a month and they have less than three-tenths of a percent error?

SAM: What’s her name?

He may not often appear to be so, but Sam is actually the smartest of the regulars on this show, and it didn’t take him long to figure out that the big grease monkey has got it bad.

GOOBER (grinning): She’s real nice…she’s in customer service…

SAM: I’ll bet she is…

Hey…hey!  That’s the future Mrs. Goober Pyle you’re talking about…show a little respect!

SAM: You ready to go home now?

GOOBER: Well, are we in a big hurry?

SAM: Did you have something else you want to do?

GOOBER: Well, it’s…just that…Violet gets her coffee break in ten minutes…

SAM: Ohhh…

GOOBER: Well, you’re welcome to come along with us…if you don’t have somethin’ else you have to do…

SAM: Well, I’ll…find something else I have to do…

Yeah, why don’t you go back on over to the (snicker) Farm Bureau, Samuel.  In the meantime, Goober and his new lady friend Violet find themselves getting better acquainted at a nearby diner, where after a brief bit of refreshment they will head back to her apartment for a little “Goober love”…oh-ee-oh-ee-oh.  (Okay, I apologize for that.)

GOOBER: You want some more coffee?

VIOLET: Oh…no thank you…

GOOBER: Well…how about a donut or a…piece of pie?

VIOLET: No, thank you…

GOOBER: Stack of buckwheats?

I’m beginning to understand why Goober lost the Dos Equis gig.  Telling Violet that she can anything she wants (“I come into a little money from the phone company today,” he grins), they engage in more small talk before she announces that it’s back to the old salt lick:

GOOBER: Look…I…I know I just met you, but…um…how about me and you steppin’ out Friday night?

VIOLET: Oh…I can’t Friday night…

GOOBER (dejected): Oh…

VIOLET: No…I gotta go to a class…

GOOBER (brightening): Oh!  A class—whaddya takin’?  Cookin’?  Sewin’?

VIOLET: Judo…

Now, I was hoping Goober’s reaction to this would match that of pedantic county clerk Howard Sprague’s (Jack Dodson) expression when he found out his girlfriend was into skydiving in one of my favorite R.F.D. episodes, “Howard’s Hobby.”  (But Goober always looks like a slack-jawed donkey.  Incidentally, the similarity between these two episodes can be attributed to the fact that both were penned by Dick Bensfield and Perry Grant, the most prolific of the R.F.D. scribes.)  Fortunately, Goob has his idiocy to fall back on.

VIOLET: I know it sounds kind of silly, but…sometimes I have to work late at night, and I’m scared about walking home alone in the dark…

GOOBER: Oh…you know, I know a better system…what you need is some big guy to walk you home…

“What a wonderful idea!  Could you suggest someone?”

GOOBER: I mean, I don’t mean to brag, but…I’m pretty strong!  Back home, I used to lift a hog clear over my head!

That’s the facial expression of a woman who’s stupefied that someone hasn’t already come along and grabbed Goober Pyle as solid husband material.

GOOBER: Hey, Violet…how ‘bout Saturday night?  We could go to Morelli’s and do some dancin’—they got a real good jukebox!

VIOLET: Saturday night’s all right…

“...for fighting/Get a little action in…”  Violet says it’s a date, and we dissolve to the focal point of most of the action and conversation in these episodes—the humble shop of Mayberry’s resident fix-it savant Emmett Clark (Paul Hartman)…or as TDOY commenter rockfish once memorably referred to him, “the anti-Floyd.”  Now, considering the amount of actual labor the viewing audience witnesses at Emmett’s (most of the time he’s either playing checkers, jawing with the rest of the male cast, or warming a bench outside the joint) the next scene, which finds Mr. Clark doing paperwork as county clerk Howard Sprague looks on is actually pretty hooty:

HOWARD: Well, that certainly is some filing system you’ve got there, Emmett…

EMMETT: Well, I like to be neat…

HOWARD: The fix-it business is pretty good, huh?

EMMETT: Yep!  My official quarter just ending, I’m forty-two dollars over last year’s…if there’s a recession goin’ on I ain’t felt it…

HOWARD: Well, good…

A cursory glance at the wall in the shop will indicate that the junk that cluttered the place (stuff even Fred and Lamont Sanford wouldn’t have in their home) in previous installments has vanished, so I’ll be damned if I know how Emmett is making money.  All I know is a) that shop is a popular male hangout in Mayberry, and b) there have been a rash of unexplained disappearances of female high school students from the Siler City area.  As for Mr. Sprague—all you need to know is that despite his elephantine vocabulary and bookish manner he’s the most annoying person in May-bree…which hands down, also makes him the funniest.

HOWARD: You know, as county clerk I’m rarely exposed to the world of profit and loss—I sometimes lose track of the mercantile side of our society…

EMMETT: What you’re tryin’ to say is you don’t know nothin’ about business…

Fortunately for us, Goober arrives on the scene to spare us a business lecture from the eminent Dr. Clark, dean of the School of Business at Mayberry University.

GOOBER: Hey, Howard…I got a date Saturday night and we’re goin’ to Morelli’s…how ‘bout you gettin’ one, too?

Howard reaches into his pocket…and pulls out a “black book.”  (Some of you may have to help me off the floor.)

HOWARD: Oh…gee, I don’t know, Goob…

EMMETT (irritated): Hey, wait a minute—you don’t even ask me!

GOOBER: Oh look, Emmett—we’ve asked you fifty times but you know you never like to take your wife out!

EMMETT: Well…I still like to be asked…

GOOBER (scoffing): Well, whaddya say, Howard?

HOWARD: Aw, gee…I’m all tied up Saturday, Goob…

Chess Club tournament would be my first guess.

EMMETT: Who’ve you got a date with, Goob?

GOOBER: Oh, it’s a new girl…her name’s Violet…ain’t that a pretty name?  Just like a flower… (He grins stupidly)

HOWARD: Hey, Goob—I might be able to make it if you switch it to Friday…

GOOBER: Aw, Friday’s out—she’s got her judo class…

HOWARD: Her judo class?

GOOBER: Yeah!

EMMETT: Our little flower?

“She happens to have a good reason for takin’ it up,” Goober retorts defensively.  Which is Sam’s cue to join The Mayberry Brain Trust Trio—he hands Emmett a toaster and remarks that “it’s stopped popping again”…almost as if he expects the man to fix it this time.

GOOBER: Sam…you and Millie wanna go to Morelli’s Saturday night?  I’m takin’ Violet…

SAM: Yeah!  Yeah, I’m sure it will be okay with Millie…

EMMETT: Hey, Sam…

SAM: Hmm?

EMMETT: What’s the reason for Goober’s girl takin’ up judo?

GOOBER (defensive): So she can protect herself when she walks home alone late at night…

EMMETT: Ohhh…well, I think you’re smart—going out with a girl who can protect you…

GOOBER: Look, Emmett—any girl who goes out with me I protect her…not only can I lift a hog over my head but once I tore a telephone book in half with my teeth!

Okay, Goober losing out on the Dos Equis commercial…controversial, but again--understandable.  How he failed his WWF audition is another mystery altogether.  Well, when Howard announces that he has to get back to work—and Sam follows by also needing to punch the council office time clock—you know things are just starting to get silly.  Goober offers to walk along with them, prompting Emmett to crack: “Oh, they can make it by themselves, Goob…it ain’t dark yet.”

Goober walks over to where Emmett has laid out his paperwork, switches on a nearby fan and points it toward Emmett’s labors, scattering papers all over the floor over Emmett’s protests.  (Yes, I did laugh out loud at this.)

Two episodes back, in an outing called “Saving Morelli’s,” the Mayberry gang’s hangout was in danger of being closed because the owner couldn’t compete with another local joint that was offering live entertainment on the weekends.  Thanks to the song-and-dance skills of Samuel Jones, the establishment was rescued from the precipice of closure…but apparently Mr. M’s adopted policy of Saturday entertainment didn’t last long because it’s back to the jukebox again.  (Also, no sign of Morelli—though you could argue he’s busy in the kitchen.)  What is also entertaining is watching Goober Pyle trip the light fantastic on the dance floor—his terpsichorean prowess resembles an epileptic trying to tamp down a forest fire.

GOOBER: Well, you sure dance good, Violet…

VIOLET: Oh, fine…you’re really wild out there…

GOOBER: Thanks…

MILLIE: You gotta learn how to do some of this stuff, Sam… (She does a few dance moves while seated)

By the way, in case I have not mentioned this previously—Millie Swanson (Arlene Golonka) is the only reason why anyone would ever sit through any of these episodes.  She is a hottie to the nth power, and I am also proud to call her (Arlene) one of my Facebook friends—the fact that she has not dumped me is proof positive she is completely unaware of this blog, and that can only be a good thing.

But back to the action: Sam suggests that they tie on the ol’ feedbag, but Goober waves him off, telling him “I’m just gettin’ warmed up…and I lose my speed on a full stomach.”  He’s rarin’ to have another go at the jukebox, but is out of change…and when he asks Sam for some spare, Violet announces that she has some and that she and Millie will play D.J.

SAM (complimenting Violet): Cute girl!

GOOBER: Yeah…kinda dainty, but I like ‘em that way…

But there is trouble a-brewin’ in Morelli’s, good people.  Violet and Millie are choosing tunes at the juke when Violet is approached by what my mother still refers to as a “masher.”  The masher in question is none other than TV character great Dave Ketchum—best known for his roles on sitcom classics like I’m Dickens…He’s Fenster (as melancholy married man Mel Warshaw), Camp Runamuck (“Spiffy”) and Get Smart (Agent 13).  Dave has taken an interest in the flower known as Violet, which does not sit at all well with our hero Goober.  (His character is identified only as “Man” so I’m going to refer to him as Dave because it’s my recap.)

GOOBER (arriving at the jukebox): Hey—watch it there, fella…

DAVE: Who’s this—the boyfriend, right?

GOOBER: Yeah, I’m the boyfriend…you wanna make something of it?

SAM (trying to make peace): Uh, hey…

GOOBER: Never mind, Sam—I’ll take care of this… (To Dave) How would you like a nose full of knuckles?

SAM: Goob…

DAVE: Look, pal…I was just talkin’ to the girl…nothing…

He never finishes his sentence because by that time he’s delivered a haymaker right into Goober’s breadbasket, sending the dumbass to the floor.  And I call him “dumbass” because Goober should have recognized the guy was a CONTROL agent, and that his hands are registered as lethal weapons.  Fortunately for the hapless Goob, his girl has also got it under (I’m really ashamed of this pun, by the way) control…

Allez oop!  Violet sends Masher Dave (or more accurately his stuntman) to the ground via a judo flip as an incredulous Sam and Goober look on.  Sam helps Goober to his feet while Violet concernedly asks if Goob is okay…Millie reciprocates by asking Violet if she’s okay, and suggesting they return to their seats.  As Sam and Goober follow, one of the patrons cracks: “You can sure tell who wears the pants there!”  “You can say that again,” his redneck buddy responds, chortling.

GOOBER: Sam…

SAM: What?

GOOBER: I’d be much obliged if you take Violet home…

SAM: Oh, now come on, Goob…

GOOBER: No, I just don’t feel like stayin’…I’ll settle up with you later…I’ll see ya…

Goober storms off despite Sam’s protests, and as Sam walks back over to their table Violet again asks if Goober’s hurt.  “Oh, no…no, I don’t think so,” he replies.  And then as an afterthought: “At least…not physically.”  As Millie and Violet exchange sad looks, that’s the episode’s cue to have General Foods pay the bills.

Act Two finds Goober hard at work at his service station when a snazzy ride pulls up—and we recognize the car as belonging to Emmett Clark, who has apparently turned over the fix-it shop to an intern while he decides to be the salt that’s headed right for Goober’s wound:

EMMETT: Hey!  I just heard the big news!  How’s your stomach?

GOOBER: It’s okay…

EMMETT (laughing): I hear he really belted you one…I guess I oughta go out more often—I always miss these things…

GOOBER (clearly irritated): You want some gas?

EMMETT: No…I understand he knocked you right under the table!

GOOBER: I wasn’t under the table…

EMMETT: Oh…well, that’s what they said over at the barbershop…

The barbershop?  Hey, everybody—Floyd’s back from the dead!  I’m going to cut Goob and Emmett’s exchange short here because there’s a funnier conversation between Goob and Howard coming up…it happens after Emmett manages to piss off his chum for painfully reminding him that his girlfriend beat up the guy who was bullying him.

HOWARD: Hi, Goob…

GOOBER: I guess you want the gruesome details, too…

HOWARD: Is that why Emmett was here?

GOOBER: That’s why everybody’s been here…to see the chicken that runs the gas station…

HOWARD: Aw, Goob…

Goober angrily storms inside the office, with dutiful Howard following.

HOWARD: Hey…this will taper off!  I came here as a friend…you know, you’re developing a complex over this thing…I mean, you’re getting all emotionally involved over nothing…

GOOBER: Well, what’s that supposed to mean?

HOWARD: Well, be honest…now, would it really have made any difference if you had clobbered him?

GOOBER: Of course it would!

HOWARD: Why?

GOOBER: ‘Cause that is what a real man is supposed to do…

HOWARD: Now that’s where you’re wrong…we’re living in a civilized society—we’re not supposed to go around hitting people…

GOOBER: I didn’t hit him!  Nobody give me the chance!

HOWARD: What I’m trying to say is…Goober, a man doesn’t have to go charging to the rescue anymore…

GOOBER: Why not?

HOWARD: Because it doesn’t prove anything…look at me—I avoid fights…

GOOBER: Well, yeah…but everybody knows that!

HOWARD: Goober, physical violence… (Goober’s remark suddenly registers) What do you mean, everybody knows that?

I know Howard’s kind of an acquired taste…but that reactive take he does is a thing of beauty.  It’s not for nothing that Jack Dodson was a first-rate farceur, and an actor who is sorely missed today.

GOOBER: Well, I mean that…you’re a different type than I am…I got my letter in football, and you got yours in debating…

HOWARD: What are you trying to say?!!

GOOBER: Nothin’…I’m not tryin’ to say nothin’…it’s okay for you, but I don’t want to be known as a chicken…

HOWARD (really pissed off): Now just a minute, Goober!  Strength comes from the mind as well as the body!  A man doesn’t have to prove himself by…by engaging in a barroom brawl!  Besides, I came to here to discuss your problem, not my… (He stops short) Well, I don’t have a problem!

By the way, if you’re curious to check out Howard’s “problem”—I highly recommend the eighth season episode of The Andy Griffith Show, “Howard’s Main Event” (10/16/67).  It’s the first of two episodes to feature the Howard-Millie romance (back when Millie was Millie Hutchins), and our favorite county clerk has to confront Millie’s jealous boyfriend (played by sitcom veteran Allan Melvin).

But back to the action.  Howard tries to reassure Goober that this incident will all blow over, but the two men are interrupted by what sounds like a bicycle bell ringing outside the office.  Two adorable moppets enter—one of them is Mike the Idiot Boy’s equally cretinous friend, Harold (played by child pugilist Richard S. Steele…affectionately known as “Fishface” here on the blog, thanks to Phil Schweier) and another boy who’s identified in the credits as Danny…probably because he’s played by the young Danny Bonaduce, later a cast member of TV’s The Partridge Family and even later a DJ and genuine, 24-karat asshole.

HAROLD (to Danny): You owe me a nickel…I told you he wasn’t in the hospital…

DANNY: I didn’t say he was in the hospital…I said he got beat up!

HOWARD: Look, boys…why don’t you run along?

HAROLD: We just wanted to see if he had a black eye…

DANNY: I know how you feel, Goober…I got beat up by Sally Burns…

HAROLD: You got it all mixed up…the lady didn’t beat Goober up—she was beatin’ up the guy who was beatin’ him…

Man…when you’re made the town laughingstock by a couple of wiseass kids—is it possible to sink any lower?  Howard tells the little mooks to scram, but Goober is positively whipped…

GOOBER: Blow over, huh?  It just might be that I may be finished in this town…

HOWARD: Aw, that’s ridiculous, Goober…

“For starters, we would have to assume that you had actually amounted to anything in the first place!”

HOWARD: You know, despite the talk—this pulsating little community of Mayberry has a heart as big as all outdoors…and it will always have a warm spot for one of its favorite sons…

Well…maybe a wet spot.  As Howard gives Goob a reassuring clamp on the back, Goober tells him: “Let’s not get sloppy, Howard.”

Back in town, Violet stops off at the council office to have a word with Sam—she’s worried about Goober, whom she has not heard from since “the incident.”  “Yeah…well, he was…awfully embarrassed about that, Violet…you know, his ego was bruised a little,” Sam manages to stammer.  Millie then rushes in to break up this little conclave by telling them that Goober is planning to sell the service station—he’s put a For Sale sign up.  “Oh…that nut!” says Sam angrily, realizing that once again he’s going to have to be the “Andy Taylor” in Goober’s little psychodrama.  He arrives at the service station and, grabbing the sign, heaves it in the direction of Myers Lake…which raises Goober’s ire:

GOOBER: What do you think you’re doin’…?

SAM: I just did it, didn’t I?

GOOBER: Now, Sam Jones…you get that sign and put it right back!

SAM: It stays there…

“Don’t give me any of your sh*t, pump jockey…I’m friends with a girl who can kick your ass!”  Goober’s not in the mood for another heart-to-heart, because “a certain member of the debating team just talked to me—are you gonna talk to me the same way?”

SAM: I know it was an embarrassing situation for you…and I…I…I know people are doing some kidding about it—but that’s not important…I mean, it isn’t as if you’re a weakling or anything, is it?  (Goober remains silent) Well, is it?

GOOBER: I guess not…but they all think I’m chicken…

SAM: No…no, the guy got off a lucky punch…that’s all…why, you’re as much a man as you ever were, and everybody knows that…yeah!

They should have played some Bo Diddley on the soundtrack about this time—that would have been so righteous.  (“I spell m-a-n…man…”)

SAM: Look, nobody in this town forgets that you were the only guy on the whole football team who played sixty minutes out of every game…now, that’s in the records, right?

GOOBER: Well…it was…my wind…I always did have good wind…

In fact, the coaches on the opposing teams would always instruct their players to “Break The Wind!”  (If you thought I wasn’t going to go there, you’ve clearly been away from the blog too long.)

SAM: Yeah, but you’re strong, too…what about that time you lifted that whole axle assembly right out here?  People are still talking about that…

And that’s as sad a commentary on the populace of Mayberry as anyone can ever offer.  “Hey…do you remember that time that doofus lifted that entire axle assembly?  I always argued ‘Wind” should have worn a helmet while playing football…”

Sam’s attempts to repair Goober’s ego seem to be going well but he still hasn’t closed the deal because as Goober points out: “It’s even worse if people think you’re a strong chicken.”

SAM: You know when people are going to stop kidding you about this thing?

GOOBER: When?

SAM: When you come out and show your face…when you show everybody that this whole thing doesn’t bother you one little bit…that’s when they’re going to stop kidding you…

And the only remedy is for Goober to call Violet for another Saturday night date at Morelli’s, the scene of his former shame.  (If Sam were a little smarter, he’d spread the word around and maybe even make an extra buck or two selling tickets to this clambake.)  Goober is determined that if Dave the Bully shows up again, he’ll be ready for him—so we’re treated to a brief montage of his Goobness putting himself in top physical form (chin-ups, jogging, etc.)…accompanied by Survivor’s Eye of the Tiger.  (Okay, I may have made that last part up.)

It is now…Saturday evening.

SAM: Well…still a few tables left…

He did sell tickets to this thing!  Sam, you scheming bastard!

MILLIE: It’s crowded, though…always like this on Saturdays…

GOOBER: I don’t see that guy around…

VIOLET: It’s just as well…

GOOBER: Yeah, for him…if I had the chance I coulda taken him—you know that, don’t you, Violet?

VIOLET (slightly coquettish): Why, of course, Goober…it was just a lucky punch…

Goober approaches the headwaiter and asks for a table for four…and here’s a little Alfred Hitchcock-like trivia for you: said waiter is played by the director of this episode, Hal Cooper.  Cooper was one of the most prolific TV sitcom director-producers in the history of the medium, and before his retirement in 1997 worked on a plethora of series that include classics such as I Dream of Jeannie and Maude (he helmed 126 out of that show’s 141 episodes) and modern-day fare like Gimme a Break! and Dear John.  Cooper started out in his career as an actor (he worked on the TV soap The Edge of Night) and would occasionally return to that love in brief bits—he turned up as a character named “Gus” in a few episodes of The Courtship of Eddie’s Father (which he also directed quite a few installments for).  Cooper celebrated his 89th natal anniversary this past Thursday (February 23) so belated happy birthday wishes to him!

WAITER: Aren’t you the guy who got… (He makes a fist motion with his hand)

GOOBER (threatening): You wanna make something out of it?

The headwaiter chooses not to make something out of it, and leads the two couples toward a booth…prompting Millie to observe: “You may have created a monster…”

But this tense encounter is soon forgotten, as the laughter and merriment commence—Goob’s back on the dance floor doing his spastic moves and then in a dissolve, can be heard boasting to his lady love about his prowess on the gridiron:

GOOBER: …and I was the only man on the team that played sixty minutes a game…right, Sam?

SAM: Yeah, right…right…

GOOBER: Went both ways…used to call me “Iron Man Pyle”…right, Sam?

SAM: Right…

GOOBER: Ah…it was my wind that did it…had a lot of wind then—still do!  Right, Sam?

SAM: I’ll say…

Sam is making a meal on the free breadsticks at Morelli’s, so Millie suggests they order—but Goober still hasn’t finished boogieing with his baby, so he excuses himself to feed the juke.  He’s still trying to decide which selections he wants when a man approaches and commits a tiny etiquette fox paw by punching in a choice before Goober has finished.

GOOBER: Hey, what are you doin’?  I ain’t made my last selection…

JIM: I’m sorry…I thought you were through…

GOOBER: Well, I wasn’t…

JIM (laughing): You were standing here long enough…

Jim didn’t technically mean to violate jukebox protocol—he just doesn’t know that Goober’s mental capacity means that it takes him two hours to read a box of cereal.  Jim, by the way, is played by one of my favorite character actors—Ron Masak, who you will no doubt recognize as Sheriff Mort Metzger from TV’s Murder, She Wrote (though I always remember him as one of the stars of the brief 1975 TV sitcom Love Thy Neighbor, an American version of the long-running British hit).  While Goober and Jim are trying to iron out their disagreement, back at the table the conflict is noticed by Sam and Millie, but they’re distracted by this woman who stops to hi to Violet—she’s Gwen Tyler, the instructor in Vi’s judo class.

Kind of hard to tell from this crappy screen capture, but the woman who plays Gwen is character actress Nora (Dodo) Denney, a veteran of oodles of TV show episodes and films like Who’s Minding the Mint? (1967), I Walk the Line (1970) and Splash (1984).  But if I had a better picture of her I’d bet 99% of you would recognize her as the mom of Mike Teevee in the 1971 cult children’s classic Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.  (Denney was not the first choice to play Mrs. Teevee—she only got the part after the original actress, Jean Stapleton, bowed out to do a TV pilot for some show called All in the Family.)  By now, you good people know where this is headed:

GOOBER: Okay…okay…that does it…I tried to be nice, but you are taxing my patience… (He starts in with the arm-stretching, as if he’s ready to rumble)

GWEN: What’s going on, Jim?

JIM: Oh, this guy’s trying to get tough…

GOOBER: I am tough!

Goob gives Jim a shove, and Gwen responds with…

Allez oop!

The first time I watched this episode, I saw this coming a mile away.  And I still laughed my darn fool head off.  Violet rushes to Goober’s side:

VIOLET: Oh…Goober…are you all right?

(Goober groans)

MILLIE (to Sam): Oh, boy…what now?

SAM: I guess we just…act like nothing happened…and whatever you do—don’t order the chicken…

Not much of a coda to this outing…of course, it’s pretty hard to beat Goober somersaulting in the air and landing on his wind.  Howard and Sam pull up in Sam’s truck and look around for Goob before Sam realizes that Goober may not be back from “taking some lessons”—our non-hero has decided he’s going to learn how to defend himself.  It is interesting to note that during the course of their conversation that Sam tells Howard Goober was essentially asking for it (he was being kind of a dick) and then Goob pulls up in his truck, wearing the patented Funny Costume of “judo pajamas,” complete with black belt.

And Sam’s comment on this is so lame it’s hardly worth repeating.  Weak ending to an otherwise funny episode (well, it made me laugh).

Each week at the end of these write-ups, Thrilling Days of Yesteryear tabulates the number of appearances on Mayberry R.F.D. made by Beatrice “Aunt Bee” Taylor (Frances Bavier) via our patented Bee-o-Meter™…and the reason for this is because when I first noticed that she was only credited with appearing on the show twenty-five times (about a third of the total number of episodes in the series) at the IMDb I thought it seemed kind of light (but then again, she was only on R.F.D. in its first two seasons, so it may be that the IMDb is right after all).  So because she doesn’t appear in “Goober and the Telephone Girl” the count stands officially at fourteen appearances in the series entirety (two show-ups in Season 2 so far).  Next week, the evilest woman in Mayberry returns in a little number called “Millie, the Model”—and even though I was juiced about watching this one the first time around because it’s all about the Millie…it wasn’t nearly as good as I hoped.  Unfortunately, there’s nothing you can do—the die has been cast, and I will see you here next week on Mayberry Mondays…