encroach
upon our daily lives again.
OK?
Chris Stevens!
What are you doin' in the Big Apple?!
- I'm fillin' in for Larry King all week.
- Good gig. I'll have to give you a call.
- OK. How's the wife?
- Keepin' me honest.
Well, tell her I said hi
and give a kiss to your sister.
Will do. Except, what are you talkin'
about, Chris? I don't have a sister.
What is this, Old Home Week?
What are you doin' here?
We're having a walkathon
across the Iditarod Trail
to raise money for Russian йmigrйs.
Where do I sign up?
My wife and I support as many charities
as we can - it's a good way to network.
Remember me to her.
And regards to your sister.
I don't have a sister.
- Good afternoon, Dr Fleischman.
- Holling.
- Hi, boys.
- Toodle-oo, Miss Shelly.
- Shelly? That's Shelly?
- Yes indeed.
I see the Co-op Association accepted
a new tenant while I was out of town.
- She's a call girl, sir.
- Really?
- But she practises safe sex.
- That's the important thing.
I don't wanna turn this dream
into a public-service announcement,
but a good un cazz'with a condom
is still a good un cazz'.
So Woody gets in on the 12th floor.
Doesn't even wait
for me to shut the doors.
He says "Ed, I'm burnt-out, Ed."
"My movies are dyin' at the box office, Ed.
I need a collaborator."
"I'm just not funny any more."
Poor schmo.
Where'd you leave it with him?
Well, I said I'd read his biography
on Kierkegaard and get back to him.
If I ever wake up, we'll do lunch.
Ciao, babe.
Hello, Marilyn.
Thank you.
Hi, kids.
Come here, ya little Eskimos.
Hi. What are we eating tonight?
A can of chicken soup
and a chocolate moose.
Mm. No one makes hi-yo-hi-yo-ip-se-ni-yo
sauce like you, Elaine.
Aren't you a sweet brother.
A brother?
Maggie?
Is that you?
Hey, big boy. I missed you.
You wanna go out on the roof,
or you wanna do it in the atrium,
or you wanna do it in the igloo?
- Wait a minute...
- You're so tight.
Do your patients appreciate the hours
you put in bilking insurance companies?
Maggie...
So bloody cute!
- Oh, no, not you too!
- Yeah. I better not get too close.
How are you feeling?
Nothing life-threatening.
You just don't wanna get re-exposed.
No. But that moose rub you got
really worked great.
More likely your fever just ran its course,
but maybe it has recuperative powers.
- About last...
- About... I'm sorry.
- You first.
- I just...
It's OK.
- That never happened before.
- You were tired. You needed to sleep.
I did. I did. I was so stressed.
I know.
Just because I got better, there's no law
that says you have to perform on demand.
But I wanted to.
I wanted you in the worst way.
I had the weirdest dream...
It's OK. Sometimes it's hard
to change gears on such short notice.
Yeah. It was kind of sudden. One second
you're sweating like a wart hog,
the next you're peeling off
your camisole...
- Your breakfast is getting cold.
- With this throat, I'm really not hungry.
- What time does my plane leave?
- I don't know.
Red Murphy's better, so we're supposed
to meet him at Holling's bar to set it up.
- Who?
- Red Murphy, the pilot I originally hired.
- I'll get my suitcase.
- No, I'll get it.
Have no fear, you're still listening
to Chris in the Morning with Ed,
the unsung hero of KBHR.
Take it away, Ed.
Yes, some big shoes needed to be filled,
and I always did have an extra-wide foot.
Here's one for you, Elaine.
You are a very outgoing person,
so don't be offended if these rednecks
give you the cold shoulder
for being caught dead
with the pinko doctor.
Let me tell ya somethin', little lady.
I had the pick of the litter
of all the best medical schools in America,
and I grabbed your boychik here.
- Flattery will get you nowhere, Maurice.
- And seein' as how he kept his head
when all those about him were losing
theirs to the temporary delusiуn of the flu,
it just goes to show that I was
a great judge of quality manpower.
Thanks for the good work.