Also, check out his 1974 interview with Peter Sellers in which Sellers plays the ukelele and sings "When I'm Cleaning Windows."

Lee Mack also tells a great story to Graham and John Cleese about one of his first times doing stand-up. He got so drunk he literally couldn't say what he was supposed to say. The ending is hilarious.

I prefer Alan Carr

Yes! This is how all talk shows should be. I also think part of it is the combination of British and American guests. It's lightning in a bottle. I highly recommend Jonah Hill's story about Morgan Freeman singing "The Name Game" to him after a long shoot.

I watched 9 to 5 nearly every day one summer with a friend of mine who had it on tape. Watched it again recently, and the bondage stuff is really obvious now. First, they put what they think is Hart's dead body in the trunk, dump it in the john, then they tie him up to keep him from calling the cops, and then the next…

This is why people still watch old Match Game episodes. When this crap happens, it's depressing and makes us nostalgic, which doesn't accomplish jack.

Where's Dylan?

That's where my mind went, as well. The rest of this is too much of a mind-fuck.

He should've taken a look at the Man in the Mirror before accepting the role.

I'm an American, and I love using eh. It's not nearly as noticeable as "Y'know what I mean?" that a lot of people seem to use just to end their sentences and don't seem to realize when they do it.

In high school, I also watched that really shitty doc about Nostradamus, "The Man Who Saw Tomorrow." Believed every word for years. Still waiting for the blue-turban guy to start World War III.

We must be the same age. Was that some sort of agreement between distributors and the school systems?

That man has the shiniest face and head. I think the townspeople were hypnotized.

Both were assassinated, both had VP's named Johnson. I could go on and on. It's the circle of life.

I have actually thought of that: Mama's now selling her prescription pain pills from her kitchen to make ends meet/support her deadbeat kids before she dies. But it's not Vicki Lawrence—it's Kathy Bates!

Yes. And whenever I hear "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield, I can see the protesters yelling and the jump cut to the Vietnam carnage.

Yeah. That has to be the arc, right?

Me too!

Andrea Martin never ages. I think she might be immortal. (That's cool!)

I wouldn't mind a well-made show about the 70's Comedy Store-era—or before. (and I don't mean something like "Bud and Lou"). Apparently, Mitzi Shore was not to be f-ed with.