That comes with the territory. The stuff he did after he divorced his first wife was pretty remarkable.

Exactly it. Late Night was like a smartass stumbled into a TV studio and decided to see how much shit he could pull. So you got Dave altering guests' voices to sound like they were on helium; Dave interrupting the Today Show with a megaphone; Dave bringing the Foul-Mouthed Cleaning Lady on to curse him out.

He's got a gift for conveying intimacy over the radio — not the strippers/hookers/etc. content, but the feeling that the radio doesn't exist and that you're speaking with a relaxed and unguarded personality.

Come on, you apes! Do you want your TV shows to live forever?

The inevitable fruit of revenge — Blood Feud!

Zork, goddamnit. In PC terms, it's The Iliad in its influence.

Then they wake up one morning and realize they're on fire.

"What the fuck are we doing out here?" HE SPEAKS FOR ALL JOURNALISTS

I was OK with it. My take: The partners tell everyone the ship is pulling into a new harbor. The SCP staff (justifiably) hear the ship is sinking, and run for the lifeboats. You often read in accounts of big business deaths (like newspapers in the 60s) of the staffs eagerly breaking away from the leadership when…

What about this? Diana is Marie Calvet in a wig.

Their chances of surviving the mission were fatally compromised by Mon Mothma's galaxy-wide broadcast announcing "Bothan spies are GO!"

It's NOT Leia's diary. It was actually written by Admiral Piett.

Valley of the Ewoks

Door-to-door Biography! I'd like to talk to you about the fascinating life of Charles Grodin.

It's really the only sensible thing to do, if it's done safely. Therapeutically there's no danger involved.

I can see Sigourney Weaver bursting into the cockpit during the gladiator scene, yelling "Get away from him, you bitch."

Listen Betty — don't start up with your white zone shit again.

Patton Oswalt pointed out that what separates Airplane! from its imitators (including many ZAZ films) is that it tells a story. It's not just joke piled on top of joke.

I just want to wish you both good luck. We're all counting on you.

Seconded. Great work, Will. I've heard a story that Robert Stack had to explain to Lloyd Bridges at one point not to worry about a watermelon falling out of the sky at the end of one of his lines.