We have now reached the penultimate episode in our
(approaching) three-year
Mayberry R.F.D. experiment.
(Crowd goes wild, kegs are opened
and couches burned)
I knew this news would be greeted with an unprecedented
display of sadness. And I apologize for
not getting around to this week’s installment, “The City Planner,” earlier…but
I have had a lot on my plate…and this episode is deadly dull. (Never a promising combination.)
We open this week with a meeting of the Mayberry city
council…and as to whether this is some sort of sub-committee get-together or an
actual official-capacity session I do not know, because keeping track of who’s legitimately
on the city council is an exercise I gave up on many episodes ago. The only individual duly elected to that
august body that we know for certain was poor-but-honest-dirt-farmer Sam Jones
(Ken Berry), who ran and won the top alderman position in
The Andy Griffith Show episode
“Sam for Town Council” (03/11/68).
His worthy opponent in that TAGS
episode was fix-it savant Emmett Clark (Paul Hartman), rejected by the voters
when the majority of them, in a moment of clarity, realized that they would be
turning over the wheels of government to a man who repairs appliances by
banging on them with a hammer. And yet,
a year after that humiliation, Emmett somehow wound up on the council. Whether he was appointed to fill out
someone’s term or whether he stuffed the ballot box during his second desperate
bid for office is a question that ultimately you, the loyal TDOY reader, must decide.
Pedantic county clerk Howard Sprague (Jack Dodson) also
appears to have wangled himself a council seat despite the fact that he’s
already a city employee—which was a
no-no where I came from (our town council was already crooked and needed no
additional influence in that arena).
Village idiot Goober Pyle (George Lindsey) is also represented on the
council because he was apparently able to garner a near plurality of the town’s
moron vote. The other two individuals
seated in council chairs are bakery doyenne Millie Swanson (Arlene Golonka),
who must have brought donuts, and Jones Farm chief-cook-and-bottle-washer Alice
Cooper (Alice Ghostley) who…well, that one has me stumped.
Oh, yes—there’s a seventh person at this meeting. She has no lines of dialogue, so she doesn’t
get mentioned in the credits roll at the end.
I really have no idea why she’s there—I can only speculate that maybe
her car broke down in Mayberry and while she was waiting for it to be repaired
Goober asked her if she’d like to go to a council meeting. (It’s certainly plausible.)
Anyway, this representative government farce is underway as
our episode begins—Sam states that the “parking meter motion” vote was “five to
three against”…but since there are only seven people seated at the table,
either his math is wrong or another council member went to take a pee
break. (The unidentified woman is seen
writing down something on a piece of paper and handing it to Sam, so it looks
as if she may just be a recording secretary.)
Finally, Howard asks to be recognized and there is a slight audible
groan in that the rest of all assembled have a sneaking suspicion they’re not
going to be home in time to see Medical Center.
HOWARD: I have an announcement to
make regarding my forthcoming nature talk for the Mayberry Women’s Club…it’s
scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and anyone interested in the fascinating world of flowers and plant life
may attend!
The response to this is underwhelming, to say the
least. I wish they had gone in for a
close-up on the attendees because a screen capture won’t do it justice…but
Goober stifles a yawn, thus confirming the official mantra of Mayberry
Mondays (“Every episode…one laugh-out-loud moment”).
HOWARD: Well, you can…sign up on
your way out…
“Let’s form an orderly line and no pushing.”
SAM: Before we adjourn, everybody…I’ve received a reply from
City Planners Incorporated—that’s the firm I contacted in Raleigh last month—uh, and for a very reasonable fee they’ll send
out one of their representatives to…uh…
“Collect the money we need to send to that Nigerian prince
on the Internet…”
SAM (reading a letter): …to make a survey of our town…appraise
the business opportunities and recreational facilities…and make suggestions for
improvement with a view to attracting industry and enhancing Mayberry’s image…
(The other members respond in
approval)
EMMETT: How do we know we’re going
to get any results from this ya-hoo?
Honest to my grandma, if Emmett were around today he’d be
head of the Mayberry chapter of FreedomWorks.
HOWARD (prissily): Emmett, I have some knowledge of City Planners
Incorporated and I hardly think one of their representatives could be
categorized as a “ya-hoo”…
MILLIE: And I think if Sam approves
of it, we should let him follow through…
ALICE: I’ll go along with that…
GOOBER: I think so, too…
Blind obeisance to King Samuel the Soporific! Suck it, fix-it man! And with that royal pronouncement, Sam
adjourns the meeting, which then produces a dissolve that finds him and his
lady love taking a long leisurely stroll in the city park. Millie asks Sam how long he thinks the CPI
(City Planners Incorporated) guy will be in town, and her boyfriend
guesstimates it will take about a week, seeing that there’s so many sights and
smells in that burg (“…and here is where we shoot rats on Saturday nights…”):
MILLIE: It doesn’t sound like
you’ll have much time for me…
SAM: Well…that’s what happens when you get mixed up with one of
us…political giants…
Bro…ther.
MILLIE: You know, Sam…what I think
I’ll do?
SAM: What?
MILLIE: Uh…well, as long as you’re
going to be tied up—I think I’ll go visit my sister in Atlanta…you know, I’ve been talking about doing that…
SAM: Yeah…yeah…might be a good time to do that…
MILLIE: You know, I’m…I’m going to
miss you, though…
SAM: Same here…
MILLIE: How much?
What are you, six years old?
Well, as you can see—scribes Bob Mosher and Charles Stewart have
successfully contrived to get Millie out of town…and I say “contrived” because
I can’t help but wonder how Millie’s decision to take a week off from work sat
with the formidable (and never seen) Mrs. Boysinger, whom I’ve always pictured
as sort of a Mrs. Danvers-from-
Rebecca
type. As Sam prepares to give Millie a
send-off at the bus stop, we observe a rather comely lass step off the bus—and
Millie even comments on this lovely creature: “Oh—what a stunning girl!” (“Yes, she is—now get lost, will ya?”)
After shoving his girlfriend on the bus, Sam is approached
by this stunning woman (who has matching violet luggage—something I
found…bizarre):
WOMAN: Excuse me…I wonder if you
could help me…
SAM: Yeah…if I can…
WOMAN: I’m looking for a Mr. Sam Jones…
SAM: Sam Jones?
WOMAN: Yes…head of the town
council?
SAM: Yeah…I know…I’m
Sam Jones…
WOMAN (laughing): Oh…well, you’re
the man I’m looking for!
SAM: Oh?
WOMAN: I’m Terry Philips! City Planners
Incorporated?
“Yes, you are
Terry Philips!” Are you savoring the
irony here—Sam, chauvinist porker that he is, was obviously expecting a manly
male representative from CPI…and instead
he’s introduced to this splendid piece o’crumpet. That’s as good a time as any to get a closer
look at “Terry Philips”—if that really is
her name—and the actress who plays her.
Ruta Mary Kilmonis will observe her seventy-seventh birthday
this Thursday (May 30)…and as Ruta Lee, she’s one of the most instantly
recognizable character thespians on both the big and small screens. Apart from game shows, the Canadian-born Ruta
never really had what you’d call a regular television gig—the closest she came
was a 1988-89 sitcom entitled
Coming of Age, a favorite of mine
set inside a retirement home and featuring a great cast in Parkersburg homeboy
Paul Dooley, Phyllis Newman, Alan Young and
TDOY
goddess Glynis Johns. Lee made the
rounds on practically every classic TV show in the 1950s and 60s, but was a
fixture on many Warner Brothers shows like
Maverick,
Sugarfoot,
Hawaiian
Eye and
77 Sunset Strip. She
also boasts a classic film resume that’s not too shabby:
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers (1954),
Gaby (1956),
Funny Face (1957)
and
Marjorie Morningstar (1958), to
name just a few.
But as you’ll notice in the previous screen capture, Ruta’s
standing in the industry at the time of this episode must have been
considerably stronger than most of the “guest stars” in these installments
because she gets a nice big credit
along the order of Arlene Golonka, Jack Dodson and Paul Hartman just before the
closing credits roll. Indeed, there have
been only two individuals in the history of Mayberry R.F.D. to
receive “special guest star” status: Dick Foran and that guy what used to live
in Mayberry before the town (and show) went to hell in a handbasket.
Okay…enough of my stalling.
Sam manages to stammer out an apology for his idiocy, and offers to take
Terry over to his office—grabbing her purple luggage in the process. A couple of unidentified townswomen walk by
and give Sam the stink-eye, to which he stiffly replies, “Ladies…” (I snickered a little at this.) The scene then shifts to the council office,
as Terry pokes through some files in a folder.
SAM: Ah…is there…something else I can show you, Miss Philips?
“Like my etchings?”
TERRY: Terry…
SAM: Uh…juh…Terry…Terry…and I’m Sam…
TERRY: Yes, I know…
“I’m not the one who’s been babbling like an idiot the
entire time.”
TERRY: You should have seen your
face when you found out I was the man
from City Planners…
SAM: Uh…wuh…well…yeah…well I…well I…I sort of…assumed…thuh…that they were going to
send a man…
TERRY: Why? Don’t you think a woman can be just as efficient?
SAM: Oh…sure! My gosh,
yes…sex doesn’t make any difference
to me at all…
And that explains why Mike the Idiot Boy (Buddy Foster)
doesn’t have a younger sibling. That
also reminds me—I forgot to mention that the last installment,
“Goober, the Hero,” was young Master Foster’s
R.F.D. swan song. (I’m sure you’re all crushed.) Sam does some more stammering at the stupid
thing he’s just said, and Terry laughs it off.
TERRY: Now…what about industry in town…?
SAM: Industry…uh…well…uh…we used to have the…uh…the box factory
and the ice plant…but, of course, they’ve been closed for years now…
“And the pimento factory had to lay some people off…they
kept missing the olives.”
SAM: …however, the town does own some property that we’d be
willing to make a very good deal on if some company was interested…
TERRY: Oh? Where?
The two of them walk over toward a map on the wall that’s
been thumb tacked a little too high for Miss Philips…who has to stand on a
chair to get a closer look. This exposes
a bit of her leg, which Sam gentlemanly tries not to stare at…and of course,
you can guess what happens next…
SAM: Oh…hi, Goob…
GOOBER: Hey…
SAM: Um…something you wanted?
GOOBER (staring at Terry): I just
dropped in…see you got company…
Terry stares at Goober, as if she’s trying to figure out how
whatever Goober is has acquired the power of speech.
SAM: Uh…uh…this is…uh…Miss Terry Philips…uh…Terry…this is
Goober Pyle…
TERRY: How do you do?
GOOBER: Hey… (He extends his paw
for a handshake)
Goober says hey. Sam
explains to Goober who Terry really is and he goes back for a second handshake,
burbling “I couldn’t help but notice you’re a girl”—followed by his trademark
Goober laugh.
“Yeah, that’s the group I belong to,” she replies as Sam
helps her down from the chair. Goober
explains that he just stopped by for a chat, and after taking his leave with
“Nice chattin’ with ya,” breaks the current land speed record running over to
Emmett’s to spill the gossip. (Alice
is also in Emmett’s for some reason…apparently she has fallen under the fix-it
shop’s mysterious “I’ll-just-piss-the-rest-of-the-day-away” spell.)
GOOBER: Emmett…it’s a girl…
ALICE: A girl? Did
somebody have a baby?
GOOBER: No…but Sam’s got a baby doll in his office…
EMMETT: A what?
GOOBER: Only her name is Terry…and
she’s a representative from the City Planners and she’s gonna be workin’ with
him all week…while Millie is away…
EMMETT: No foolin’! Is she a looker?
GOOBER: I’ll say… (Whistles)
ALICE: Well…I am certainly
not interested in hearing any idle rumors about Sam and some city planner…
“…instead, I’m going to run over and check this out for
myself.” Well, heck—what else were you
expecting? Five…four…three…two…one…
ALICE (coming through the door): Oh!
SAM: Oh…hi, Alice!
ALICE: I was just passing by…I didn’t know whether I’d catch you
in…
“…with your harlot…”
SAM: Whuh…uh…yeah…I was just…working here with
the…uh…representative from City Planners Incorporated…Miss Terry Philips…this is
my cousin, Alice Cooper…
“Man got his woman to take his seed/He’s got the power, oh,
she’s got the need…”
ALICE: Hello…oh, Sam—I was just about to do the shopping…do you have any ideas for
dinner?
SAM: No…no…anything at all…
ALICE: Oh—how ‘bout lamb chops?
SAM: Fine…fine…
ALICE: Good…that’s what I’ll get,
then…did…uh…Millie get off all right?
Oh, I have so many filthy responses to this one…but I kind
of overstepped the misogyny bounds this week with the lyric to “Only Women
Bleed.” So I’ll let it pass, and simply
remark that Alice is as subtle as a
boot to the head.
SAM: Yes…she got off all right…
ALICE: Good…I guess she’ll be back Sunday…
SAM: Yeah…I guess she will, yes…
ALICE: Well…I guess I should be going…
SAM: All right, Alice…
ALICE: Oh—did I ask you what you wanted for dinner?
SAM: Yes…lamb chops…
ALICE: Oh…yes…that’s right…well…goodbye, Miss Philips…nice
meeting you…
Alice starts
toward the door but she’s concerned that she hasn’t quite driven the point home
for this strumpet who’s clearly out to come between Sam and our favorite donut
gal. “It’s a shame Millie isn’t here,”
she says sweetly. “She loves lamb chops.” (Meow!)
SAM: Uh…now…about this site…
TERRY: Millie—is that…Mrs. Jones?
SAM: No, no…just a friend…
“Well…not really a friend when you stop to think of it…just
someone I keep around for shits and giggles…”
TERRY: Oh…well…now then…about these
sites…do you suppose in the next day or so we could drive out and look at them?
Hello!
SAM: Well, sure!
Yeah…that…sounds like a feasible idea…
TERRY: Oh, dear…I was kind of
hoping it would sound like fun…
So the scene then shifts to the county clerk’s
office…because what better way to show someone around town in an effort to
impress them than to introduce them to the most boring man on the face of the
planet?
HOWARD: How goes it with your
survey of our little metropolis?
TERRY: Just fine, thank you…today,
Sam showed me Grover’s Woods…and Paradise Acres…and we also had a fascinating tour of the filtration
plant!
HOWARD: Oh, yes—the filtration
plant…that’s our pride and joy! Did Sam
tell you that’s capable of purifying over 86,000 gallons of water per hour?
“No, because by that time he was concentrating on how to
unhook my bra.”
SAM: Yes…she got that all down in her little black book…but she
will need some more facts and figures from you, Howard…
Oh, you poor woman.
You’re about to experience ennui beyond the threshold of human
endurance. Howard generously offers his
humble file cabinet to “so charming a researcher,” and then…
HOWARD: Say…in your
explorations…you didn’t happen to…uh…come across a dryopteris filix-mas, did you?
SAM: What?
TERRY: Well, if we did, it didn’t bite…
Oh, silly woman—Howard is using his fancy expression for the
male fern, which he had hoped to acquire for his nature talk tomorrow…so if
you’re smart, you’ll wrap this trip up by this evening. Sam offers to give Terry a lift back to her
motel later on, but she begs off, telling him she’ll grab a bite to eat at the
diner and then walk back. Howard will
have none of this!
HOWARD: Oh, gee whiz…that doesn’t
sound like Mayberry hospitality,
Sam…have you shown her Morelli’s?
SAM: Uh…well, no…
HOWARD: Oh, you have to see
Morelli’s—that’s our own little bistro! Italian cuisine, soft lights…your choice of
wines, white or red…
Yeah, I did cackle out loud at that. Howard seems awfully anxious to get Sam
together with Miss Terry, and the only hypothesis I can offer at this point is
that he’s still carrying a torch for Millie (see the TAGS
episodes “Howard’s Main Event” and “Howard and Millie” for the skinny on that)
so he’s trying to eliminate the competition.
But Terry is convinced that the hallmark of a great town is a really
fine restaurant and that it is worth “researching”…and since it’s all for
“research,” Sam suggests that they take in a meal there…but first, a commercial
break.
Back from shilling for General Foods, we find Sam and Terry
at Morelli’s by the cash register, and a man wearing a smart suit comes running
up to them—whether or not he suspects Sam might make off with the contents of
the register is unknown, but he is identified as “Gino,” whom I guess is the
“bistro’s” maitre d’. The actor playing
him is Ernest Sarracino, a journeyman thesp who appeared in many films playing
Italians, Latinos or Arabs in movies (
King
of the Texas Rangers,
The Sleeping
City) and TV shows (
The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin,
The
Flying Nun).
GINO: Mister Jones…was-a everything
to your satisfaction?
TERRY: Oh, perfect!
SAM: Just fine, Gino…tell Mr. Morelli he’s done it again…I
think you’re going to get four stars
in her little black book…
“If we had known she was-a restaurant critic, we would have
had-a the staff wash-a their hands!”
TERRY: Maybe an extra one for the
wine!
GINO: Wine…courtesy of Mr. Morelli!
Oh, so Morelli’s comped the wine…that was decent of
him. Gino then shows Sam and Terry the
newest attraction at the bistro—a gi-normous photo machine that he proudly
boasts is “a souvenir of your evening here at Morelli’s.” Sam observes that there’s nothing like that
in Siler City…probably
because they don’t have as many yokels in that burg as does Mayberry. So the two of them decide to have some snaps
taken…particularly since Mr. Morelli is springing for them as well (he’s a big
spender, that guy).
They take the goofy pictures…but in the process of waiting
for them to develop, it would appear that there are still a few bugs in the
system—with Gino saying embarrassedly: “It-a worked fine when the man was-a
here.” As he starts to bang on the
machine and curse at it in Italian, Sam and Terry decide to take that
opportunity to skip out without paying the check.
A scene dissolve finds the couple pitching rocks into Myers’
Lake. Terry
remarks on the beauty of it all, with Sam observing that “practically anyone
who grew up in Mayberry has a warm spot” for the site.
TERRY: Have you ever thought of
developing it? You know, a
boathouse…concessions…that sort of thing…
SAM: Well, I don’t know if the town has the money for that…
Because you’ve clearly wiped out the city’s treasury
on…what, exactly?
TERRY: There are professional
concessionaires who could do it and then give the town a share of the profits…
Be a heck of a place to put a strip mall. Sam isn’t completely repulsed by the idea, so he
suggests that Terry put the suggestion in her report and then he’ll present it to
“the council”—in other words, the next time he, Howard, Emmett and Goob are
kicking back over root beers at the service station. Terry then notices a treehouse in a nearby
tree…and Sam remarks that “a bunch of kids built that…a few years ago.” (Really, Sam?
I thought that was contracted out…) Terry wants to climb up into it, the
rationale being…well, we’ll get to that in a sec.
TERRY (as she and Sam are in the
treehouse): Hey, you know something? I
feel like we’re a couple of kids playing hooky today…
SAM (laughing): Yeah, I know what you mean…I did my share of
that…
TERRY: You? Solid Sam Jones?
SAM: Only on special occasions…
TERRY (laughing): You must have
been born and raised right here in Mayberry, huh?
SAM: Yeah…that’s me…local product…
Stamped “B” for boring.
TERRY: You’re lucky…ah, it’s a wonderful town…
SAM: Yeah, I think so…
TERRY: You never remarried...?
SAM: No…no, that’s a pretty big step…
“Plus I have an idiot for a son, so…”
TERRY: Yeah, I know…sometimes a
girl waits so long that…by the time she thinks she’s ready all the good men
have been taken…
Or are gay.
SAM: What, for a girl like you?
TERRY: What about a girl like me?
Oh, I think his meaning was rather clear on that, cupcake. This riveting dialogue is interrupted by the
cawing of a crow…except it’s not a real crow, it’s Howard imitating one. It would appear that our favorite county
clerk is in the middle of his nature talk with the women’s club…but before Sam
can alert him that they’re up in the treehouse, Terry waves him off that
idea—ostensibly because she thinks people will talk or start singing “Sam and
Terry sitting in a tree…” (Actually, I
think it’s because she would rather not listen to Howard prattle on about
nature, and I can’t say that I blame her.)
You might recognize the red-headed woman in the middle of
the group—it’s
OTR veteran Alice Backes,
making her third and final appearance on
R.F.D. Her character in this episode isn’t referred
to by name, but she’s listed in the credits as “Miss Pringle,” so apparently
she’s reprising her teacher role from the earlier
“Mike’s Project.”
HOWARD: That, ladies, is the call
of the common crow…it should elicit a response in kind… (There is no response
other than the chirping of other birds, so Howard tries his crow impression
again)
MISS PRINGLE: Maybe they’re out of
season?
Sam whispers to Terry that they’ll probably pass by the
treehouse on the way to the lake, so be vewy vewy quiet so as not to give their
position away. And that’s when a clap of
thunder is heard on the soundtrack, signaling what Howard calls a “summer
shower”—so he instructs the women to follow him under the treehouse for
shelter…while up above, Sam and Terry get a right soaking.
SAM (sotto voce to Terry): You had to come up in the treehouse
and relive your childhood, huh?
TERRY: Well, I didn’t know it was
going to rain! Oh…what are we going to
do?
SAM: Well…offhand, I’d say…we’re
gonna get wet!
(Underneath the tree)
MISS PRINGLE: How long do you think
we’ll be stuck here?
HOWARD: Oh, not long…this is what’s
known in meteorological circles as “transient precipitation”… (Chuckling)
Howard, my man…you are the gift that keeps on giving. I love that screen shot with Howard and the
old women huddled together for shelter—though it does make me sad, too, in a
way…this is what Mayberry’s Women’s Club has come to since the departure of Beatrice
“Aunt Bee” Taylor (Frances Bavier) and Clara Edwards (Hope Summers). The camera then pans up to the treehouse, where
Sam and Terry continue to be drenched by the transient precipitation.
The scene then dissolves to the Jones kitchen, where Alice
is talking to someone on the telephone.
Sam enters, sneezing…because nothing says comedy than someone catching a
cold after being out in the transient precipitation.
ALICE (on the phone): Oh, wait a minute…here he is now… (To Sam)
It’s Millie…
SAM (apprehensive): Is she back?
ALICE (disapprovingly): No…she’s in Raleigh…
That line had me a little baffled…because I don’t know why
Millie would be in Raleigh if she
went to visit her sister in Atlanta. I suppose you could rationalize it by
considering that Millie is such a ditz she would get on the wrong bus and wind
up in Raleigh—but in the ensuing conversation, she says both her sister and her
trip went fine (so the logistics are still a little confusing). Throughout their conversation, Sam does his
best not to sound guilty that he had steamy treehouse sex with Terry while Howard
did bird calls with the women’s group.
Okay, I am kidding about that—but Millie does inquire about the city
planner, asking Sam if “he’s going to be any help” and Sam doesn’t let on that “he”
has a fabulous pair of gams…which earns him another “Girlfriend, please!” look
from Alice. The call concludes with that
time-honored gag of Sam making kissy noises to Millie on the phone, and Alice’s
reaction to that is pretty funny.
The scene then cuts to Terry entering the council office,
where she presents her final report to Sam…and she sneezes, reminding everyone
of the passionate afternoon the two of them spent in the Treehouse by the Lake.
TERRY: Well…it…uh…has been fun,
hasn’t it?
SAM: Yeah! Yeah, I think
the week was very…productive…
TERRY: Productive…that’s a pretty
businesslike word, that “productive”…
SAM: Oh…Terry…I’m sorry…
TERRY: Look…you don’t have to
explain…really…
SAM: No…no…I…er…it isn’t that I wouldn’t like to see you
again…I mean…you’re a…very attractive woman…far and away the prettiest woman I
ever climbed into a treehouse with…
“And let me tell you…I’ve taken some real uggos up there…” I know I’m being snarky to the extreme here,
but I really don’t see what the point of this whole exercise has been—Sam tells
Terry in as few words as possible that he’s loyal to Millie even though she’s
not wearing his commitment pin or anything, and Terry laments again that “all
the good men are taken.” Personally,
Ter—you’re better off without Sam unless you’re dedicated to the idea of
spending the rest of your life on an alleged farm with him singing Carolina Moon on the porch every
freaking night.
So the two of them exchange a chaste handshake, and Sam
sneezes again in the hopes that someone will laugh at it even though no one has
the first hundred times they did it.
There is then a dissolve to a shot of Sam waiting for Millie’s bus to
arrive, and some sorely needed dramatic tension arrives in the form of Terry
lugging her purple suitcases to where he’s standing.
SAM: I…I didn’t know you were taking this bus…
TERRY: Well, it’s the only one
there is…
Schmuck. She tells
him not to worry; she won’t make any sudden moves toward Millie or tell her
what a great time her boyfriend was in the treehouse as she’s getting off the
‘Hound. The bus pulls up…Millie gets
off…and as Terry climbs aboard she and Sam sneeze simultaneously in the hopes
that…well, we’ve covered that.
Curiously, as Sam is greeting his lady love with hugs and kisses we see
Terry giving him a high sign from the window near her seat, almost as if she’s
saying “Good choice, Sam! Great ass!”
Oh, let’s leap to the coda on this because if I have to
spend any more time with this episode there will be hair-tearing. Sam takes Millie to Mayberry’s own bistro,
and as he’s paying the check Millie naturally notices the photo machine…so she
wants to have her picture taken. Sam
takes Gino aside to ask him if it’s working, and the maitre d‘ assures him that
a man spent two hours repairing it that afternoon—they’ll be the first ones to
use the machine.
Goofy picture time!
(I don’t have to tell you where this is going, do I?) As they patiently wait for the photos to
develop, Sam makes a joke about there being a little man inside the machine,
something that Millie finds very clever.
(He’s repeating a joke Terry made earlier.) The photos emerge from the machine and…
MILLIE: Well, that’s you…but…that
is definitely not me…
SAM: I’ll be darned…how about that?
MILLIE: Yes…how about that?
A smarter man would have faked a epileptic seizure about
this time, but Sam is most assuredly not that guy—he tells Millie there must be
some sort of freaky double exposure problem.
“Well, what about this theory,” she posits. “That…uh…this is Terry Philips, the city
planner and, uh, you brought her here last Thursday night.” It would appear that Millicent has already
been briefed on her boyfriend’s proclivities once the cat was away in Atlanta. “Don’t you know in a town like this you can’t
keep a secret?” she asks.
Millie simply plans to hold the photos over Sam’s head for
the rest of his life (that sounds about right) as she slips them into her
purse, and then Sam sneezes again in one last futile attempt to make that
funny.
Everybody okay? I
know this one was painful to sit through, so I want to make sure everyone is
all right…and if you’ll just take a quick moment to sign this waiver absolving
the blog of any responsibility we’ll wrap this up. “The City Planner” marks the last appearance
of two R.F.D. regulars—the first being congenial idiot Goober Pyle,
who you’ll notice didn’t have too much to do in this one…and as such, wasn’t
quite as nettlesome as usual. (Actor
George Lindsey receives his usual co-starring credit in the next and final
episode, “Emmett’s Invention,” but he’s not actually in that show.)
And “The City Planner” is Cousin Alice’s
R.F.D.
swan song as well…firing up
Thrilling
Days of Yesteryear’s patented Alice-o-Meter™ for the final time, our grand
total of Cousin Alice episodes stands at thirteen (the Wikipedia entry for
Alice Ghostley says she’s in fourteen episodes…I think they miscounted). Fortunately for Ghostley, she had the
Esmeralda gig on
Bewitched to return to in its eighth and final season—I never
thought she contributed much to Mayberry, to be completely honest.
We’ve one more episode to go before
Mayberry Mondays comes to
an end…and if I don’t run into anything major this week, I’ll try to have it up
next Monday.
