Behold the single most captivating four minutes and 15 seconds ever.
Look at those eyes. Listen to that voice. That smile. That laugh!
People, watch how he lights a cigarette. Got Zippo? I swear I'm about to pass out watching this.
And don't even talk to me about what happens at 2:09.
Oh Guy, you might have left this world 24 years ago, but you are so alive for me, right here, right now.
~swoon swoon sigh swoon sigh sigh swoon~
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I long for Penny.
RJ
But can he herd cats?
"Population explosion has reached a pentacle."
Who da fuq captioned this thing?
Who cares?
**guywilliams**
I dig that he upped and retired in his mid-40's and moved to Argentina to enjoy himself. Sweet move, Guy!
This just brings back one of the most horrifying memories of my childhood.
After the third or fourth time Dr Smith tried to sell out the rest of the cast to some trans-galactic slave trader or purveyor of exotic meats or a talking rock or bush, and he wasn't pushed out the airlock or decapitated by the robot at the first opportunity my faith in the decision making skills of adults was shaken.
MR
Pretty, pretty Doctor Smith ...
I had the chance to interview June Lockhart in the early '80s (after finishing an earlier interview with her daughter, Anne, who had a role on the first "Battlestar Galactica"). After sharing some "dirty limericks" with me, June told me about how she and Guy Williams basically went on strike when one of the scripts had them fighting giant vegetables. They thought it was ridiculous But the studio won -- they were under contract -- and those poor vegetables, well ... enough said.
Very pretteh Dr. Smith.
His uxperter* was showing in almost every episode, and I don't think he knew it.
*uxperter is the word verification I need to enter in order to make this post, but it sounds dirty.
Geoff, thanks for that great story. I seem to remember an episode featuring a giant carrot.
And I really want an uxperter.
He could herd *this* cat all. day. long. Oh, yeah.
Penny was indeed the hot one. I believe I was young enough during that lusting to not violate state law. She was similar to Mary Ann on Gilligan's Island, apparently second fiddle but actually hotter than Ginger.
I refer to unforeseen forays into mechanical nightmares the "Gilligan's Island Syndrome." You think you're going for a three hour cruise, and yet there you are at 2 in the morning, fabricating a sleeve out of exhaust tubing and hose clamps to resecure the lower shock absorber's inadvertently snapped off mounting eye to the lower control arm without putting any welding heat into the shock's gas charged cylinder. On the road test and ever thereafter, any stray rattles and rumbling from that corner cause your back to sweat, just for a second.
That dude was Zorro!
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