I'll be the black person.
Let''s pretend we''re a Norman Lear sitcom.
|by Florida||reply 314||03/11/2015|
I'm the bleeding-heart Liberal.
|by Florida||reply 1||04/14/2010|
I'll be the special guest star who teaches the supporting actress about feminism.
|by Florida||reply 2||04/14/2010|
I'll be the pancake makeup the actors slap on their faces with spatulas.
|by Florida||reply 3||04/14/2010|
I am the husband's old army buddy. Two months ago I was the police officer and in three weeks I will be the door to door salesman.
|by Florida||reply 4||04/14/2010|
I'll be the British housekeeper.
|by Florida||reply 5||04/14/2010|
I am the frayed upholstery on the arms of the easy chair, which indicates that the family that owns me is lazy and poor.
|by Florida||reply 6||04/14/2010|
I am nipples, defiantly poking at a kelly-green turtleneck.
|by Florida||reply 7||04/14/2010|
I am Valerie Bertinelli's can't-look-away camel toe.
|by Florida||reply 8||04/14/2010|
I am the "male chauvinist pig."
|by Florida||reply 9||04/14/2010|
I am Maude's floor length vest.
|by Florida||reply 10||04/14/2010|
I'M REALLY, REALLY [bold]LOUD![/bold]
|by Florida||reply 11||04/14/2010|
I'm the set lighting, so stark and bright I make you squint.
|by Florida||reply 12||04/14/2010|
I'm James Evans's "if then" constructs, inserted at least once per episode:
"Can't tell me a country that can put a man on the moon can't stop dope trafficking!"
|by Florida||reply 13||04/14/2010|
I'm the annoying bossy opinionated mother shouting at her bratty willful daughter. I'm based on his soon-to-be-divorced wife Frances.
|by Florida||reply 14||04/14/2010|
I'm Baby Joey! Little do I know my obnoxious, "Me Generation" parents will split up before I am even old enough for nursery school!
|by Florida||reply 15||04/14/2010|
I'm the hapless child wearing a turtleneck and love beads.
|by Florida||reply 16||04/14/2010|
I'm one of the two people you get trapped in an elevator with. You think we're very different, but you'll soon discover-- as we deliver a baby together-- how very, very alike we are on the inside.
|by Florida||reply 17||04/14/2010|
I'm the incredibly masculine male homosexual character that goes completely against stereotype.
|by Florida||reply 19||04/14/2010|
Im the racially progressive punchline that was meant to be controversial. But nobody really cared.
|by Florida||reply 20||04/14/2010|
I'm a miltown, downed with scotch. Hilarity ensues.
|by Florida||reply 21||04/14/2010|
[quote]I am nipples, defiantly poking at a kelly-green turtleneck.
Im Janet Jackson's taped down breast, that will be exposed to the masses two decades later. Have we met?
|by Florida||reply 22||04/14/2010|
I'm the nagging sensation that I'm watching an evening of one-acts at the community theatre rather than a multi-million dollar network sitcom.
|by Florida||reply 23||04/14/2010|
I'm Burt Mustin
|by Florida||reply 24||04/14/2010|
I'm the catchy theme song that has a couple of odd and slightly muffled lyrics. Everyone can hum me but no one can quite sing me.
|by Florida||reply 25||04/14/2010|
I LOVE R24.
|by Florida||reply 26||04/14/2010|
I'm James Evans's crotch.
|by Florida||reply 27||04/14/2010|
I'm the Findlay's wet bar, which constantly needs to be re-stocked.
|by Florida||reply 28||04/14/2010|
I am Jean Stapleton's troublingly high hairline, not well disguised by her Toni home perm.
|by Florida||reply 29||04/14/2010|
I am the murmur of shock that ripples through the studio audience at the revelation of a serious plot development.
The actors actually had to tape the scene three times but I was dubbed into the final take when the audience was no longer surprised.
|by Florida||reply 30||04/14/2010|
Damn! Damn! Damn!
|by Florida||reply 31||04/14/2010|
I'm Maude, telling you to go fuck yourself six ways to Sunday.
|by Florida||reply 32||04/14/2010|
I'm Alderman Davis. Why am I so involved with the Evans family? Don't I have any other constituents?
|by Florida||reply 33||04/14/2010|
I'm Maude's aborted fetus.
|by Florida||reply 34||04/14/2010|
I'm Adrienne Barbeau's huge tits bouncing underneath a skin-tight shirt, which is the only reason any straight man ever watched Maude.
|by Florida||reply 35||04/14/2010|
I'm the audience's suspension of belief that a creature like Adrienne Barbeau could have fell out of Bea Arthur's vagina.
|by Florida||reply 36||04/14/2010|
I am a shelf full of Emmys. Suck it, haytuhs!
|by Florida||reply 37||04/14/2010|
I'm Marcy Carsey.
|by Florida||reply 38||04/14/2010|
I'm the carpet painted onto the Bunkers' floor in lieu of a real carpet.
|by Florida||reply 39||04/14/2010|
I'm the kitten in the logo during the closing credits.
|by Florida||reply 40||04/14/2010|
I'm the announcer who says, "This program was videotaped before a live studio audience".
|by Florida||reply 41||04/14/2010|
I'm the closing title music, which is just as catchy as the theme song.
|by Florida||reply 42||04/14/2010|
I am the syllable "Jawjj." I emerge in a raspy shout every three seconds from Isabel Sanford's lips.
|by Florida||reply 43||04/14/2010|
We're the gay actor playing straight and the straight actor playing gay who would later find success in ABC daytime.
|by Florida||reply 44||04/14/2010|
I am a large advertising firm in Indianapolis. I will hire a former housewife and mother of two teenagers with no previous relevant work experience as an account executive.
|by Florida||reply 45||04/14/2010|
I'm Allan Melvin
|by Florida||reply 46||04/14/2010|
I am an excited member of the stdio audience, loudly urging Ja'Net DuBois's character to slap another character.
|by Florida||reply 47||04/14/2010|
I'm Vincent Gardenia, who played three different roles on All in the Family--Frank Lorenzo, Jim Bowman (the guy who sold his house to the Jeffersons), and the guy married to Rue McClanahan's character who wanted to swap mates with the Bunkers.
|by Florida||reply 48||04/14/2010|
I'm the killer fag.
|by Florida||reply 49||04/14/2010|
I'm Ann Romano's sense of outrage, followed by a shrieking "DAMMIT!" addressed to whoever is pissing her off.
|by Florida||reply 50||04/14/2010|
I'm janeane garofalo watching at home.
|by Florida||reply 51||04/14/2010|
I'm the 1990's-current day television. So vapid a Norman Lear sitcom would flop hard today.
|by Florida||reply 52||04/14/2010|
I'm the swastika on Archie Bunker's door.
|by Florida||reply 53||04/14/2010|
I'm the spinoff of a spinoff of a spinoff of a spinoff.
|by Florida||reply 54||04/14/2010|
I'm the American flag covering the swastika on Archie Bunker's door.
|by Florida||reply 55||04/14/2010|
I'm the carrot-orange bowl cut.
|by Florida||reply 56||04/14/2010|
I'm Nanette Fabray and Conrad Bain. We pretty much suck ass.
|by Florida||reply 57||04/14/2010|
I am Barbara Cooper's just for show birth control pills.
|by Florida||reply 58||04/14/2010|
I am Maude's just for show aborted fetus.
|by Florida||reply 59||04/14/2010|
I'm the exterior of the Bunker house in the opening credits which in no way matches the interior.
|by Florida||reply 60||04/14/2010|
Damn, you beat me to it, R34.
Oh well, I guess I'm just a recycled plot line.
|by Florida||reply 61||04/14/2010|
I am the red long underwear that enhances Jimmie Walker's emaciated body.
|by Florida||reply 62||04/14/2010|
I'm Henry Jefferson, who mysteriously disappears after Sherman Hemsley becomes available.
|by Florida||reply 63||04/14/2010|
He didn't mysteriously disappear, R63.
There was an entire episode devoted to Henry leaving and George first appearing.
|by Florida||reply 64||04/14/2010|
R40, get your 70s sitcoms right.
|by Florida||reply 65||04/14/2010|
I'm the overenthusiastic audience who will applaud wildly even when Edith Bunker recites an old chant about somebody having a cold in their chest, as if she's a Special Olympian who needs encouragement.
|by Florida||reply 66||04/14/2010|
I'm the word "honky," baffling generations of kids born later than 1973.
|by Florida||reply 67||04/14/2010|
I'm the rapist who appears just when you think you're going to get a light-hearted episode about Edith's 50th birthday.
|by Florida||reply 68||04/14/2010|
I'm "Relevance" being forced to the back of the bus to make room for "Cheap Laughs" on GOOD TIMES.
When I go I'm taking Amos and Rolle with me.
|by Florida||reply 69||04/14/2010|
I'm the audience laughing when it isn't meant to be a funny moment.
|by Florida||reply 70||04/14/2010|
I'm the neighbor that lives downstairs and eats dog food to survive.
And if you're lucky, I just might cook you a meatloaf!
|by Florida||reply 71||04/14/2010|
I'm Penny's mother, finding a novel new way to use a hot iron.
|by Florida||reply 72||04/14/2010|
The "strangers in an elevator" episode of AITF is playing on TV Land right now.
Roscoe Lee Browne, Eileen Brennan and Hector Elizondo.
|by Florida||reply 73||04/14/2010|
I'm the kids in the same family that have NO family resemblance to each other.
|by Florida||reply 74||04/14/2010|
I'm a corpse.
|by Florida||reply 75||04/14/2010|
Im the original Lionel. CBS made sure no one ever found out why I was fired.
|by Florida||reply 76||04/14/2010|
I'm a fish-eyed fool.
|by Florida||reply 77||04/14/2010|
I'm the powder blue and neon plaid of the mens' three-piece polyester suits as well as the eggplant and kelly green of the womens' wool sweaters.
|by Florida||reply 78||04/14/2010|
I am Michael Evans' big round ass. Many mid 70s boys can't keep their eyes off of me, but they are not sure why....yet.
|by Florida||reply 79||04/14/2010|
I am Thelma Evan's young cleavage. The boy's who are looking at my owner's brother's big twat can not understand why their friends drool over me.
|by Florida||reply 80||04/14/2010|
I am the tesseract between the Mother Cabrini Projects in Chicago, where the Evans family lives, and Tuckahoe, NY, where Florida Evans works.
|by Florida||reply 81||04/14/2010|
I'm the twinkly old person who teaches the characters that you're never too old for sex, while the audience applauds.
"There may be snow on the roof, but believe me, there's still fire in the furnace!"
|by Florida||reply 82||04/14/2010|
I'm Danielle Brisebois, who will make no one forget Mike, Gloria and baby Joey
|by Florida||reply 83||04/14/2010|
I'm a black actress. If Norman Lear needs me to be older than I am, he puts me in a bad powdered wig and has me tussle with Fred Sanford.
Then I will appear on either "The Jeffersons" or "Good Times" as my real age.
|by Florida||reply 84||04/14/2010|
I am the actors, standing still as the audience applauds me away to a commercial.
|by Florida||reply 85||04/14/2010|
|by Florida||reply 86||04/14/2010|
For you, r79.
|by Florida||reply 87||04/14/2010|
Mike Evans, the first and third Lionel Jefferson, was *not* fired from The Jeffersons, he left to co-create/producer Good Times.
|by Florida||reply 88||04/14/2010|
I'm John-Paul Lavoisier who got to ride John Amos' big fat cock for 2 years. P.S. I still miss him.
|by Florida||reply 89||04/14/2010|
I'm a comedic flush.
|by Florida||reply 90||04/14/2010|
I'm the forgotten Norman Lear sitcom.
|by Florida||reply 91||04/14/2010|
I'm the waxy yellow build-up on Mary Hartman's kitchen floor.
|by Florida||reply 92||04/14/2010|
I'm the very special episode.
|by Florida||reply 93||04/14/2010|
I'm the audience member shouting "Right on!" at something racially profound uttered by Florida Evans.
Or Willona Woods.
|by Florida||reply 94||04/14/2010|
I'm the worn spot on the carpet behind the sofa. I'm here because the lead character is constantly RUNNING, running, running, back and forth, from the door to the kitchen.
|by Florida||reply 95||04/15/2010|
we're the colors brown, beige and orange.
|by Florida||reply 96||04/15/2010|
I'm the second Lionel Jefferson. In no way did I resemble the original recipe Lionel, and nothing was mentioned about the difference (on the show.)
|by Florida||reply 97||04/15/2010|
I'm a mo, hanging out in the Canadian woods
|by Florida||reply 98||04/15/2010|
I'm Florence Johnston's sassy put-downs.
|by Florida||reply 99||04/15/2010|
I'm the killer fag.
|by Florida||reply 100||04/15/2010|
I'm Marla Gibbs' eyeballs rolling in her head.
|by Florida||reply 101||04/15/2010|
I'm Weezie's tits yearning to escape her one-piece swim suit in Hawaii.
|by Florida||reply 102||04/15/2010|
I am the sassy next door neighboor who rushes in without knocking and drops a few zingers and witty double entendres while I am rushing out the door.
|by Florida||reply 103||04/15/2010|
I am Micheal Evan's package
|by Florida||reply 104||04/15/2010|
I'm the recurring scene where George walks on Mr. Bentley's back.
|by Florida||reply 105||04/15/2010|
I am the little fat kid on Good Times who is supposed to be trying to fight Michael. I can't suppress my grin and the need to giggle while trying to look bad!
|by Florida||reply 106||04/15/2010|
I'm Sherman Hemsley's agape mouth while staring unabashedly at Mike Evans' package.
|by Florida||reply 107||04/15/2010|
I'm the DEE-Luxe apartment in the sky.
|by Florida||reply 108||04/15/2010|
I'm leaving for a film career.
|by Florida||reply 109||04/15/2010|
I'm the deluxe apartment in the sky that doesn't look any nicer than a run of the mill apartment.
|by Florida||reply 110||04/15/2010|
I am Allen Melvin playing a cop in one episode than Barney Hefner in many others.
|by Florida||reply 111||04/15/2010|
I'm the huge round of applause the audience errupts into whenever a favorite character enters the room.
|by Florida||reply 112||04/15/2010|
I'm the bubbling sexual chemistry between Carroll O'Connor and Anne Meara in Archie Bunker's Place.
|by Florida||reply 113||04/15/2010|
I'm the can of cling peaches.
|by Florida||reply 114||04/15/2010|
I'm the inevitable black doctor and female nurse who treat Archie whenever he needs emergency medical care.
|by Florida||reply 115||04/15/2010|
I'm Gloria LeRoy's tits.
|by Florida||reply 116||04/15/2010|
I'm the hot baked chocolate cake in the face of Edith's attempted rapist, the late actor David Dukes, and I am greeted with--surprise!--wild applause by the audience.
|by Florida||reply 117||04/15/2010|
I'm Archie Bunker, an uneducated loading dock foreman who supports four people solely on my paycheck. I'm thoughtless, stupid, crude, rude, cheap, ignorant, a liar, a thief, a forger, and a right wing bigot. But I love my dingbat wife and little goil and am myself very, very loveable.
|by Florida||reply 118||04/15/2010|
I'm the staircases and hallways that lead to nowhere.
|by Florida||reply 119||04/15/2010|
Im the view outside the patio of the DEEluxed apartment. Im blurry and disappointing.
|by Florida||reply 120||04/15/2010|
I'm Roxie Roker, looking smashing in my faux-Halston gown and natural hair.
|by Florida||reply 121||04/15/2010|
I'm Rue McClanahan answering the door wearing only Saran Wrap.
|by Florida||reply 123||04/15/2010|
I'm the three chimed doorbell at The Jefferson's apartment that I wish I had growing up.
|by Florida||reply 124||04/15/2010|
I'm Marcia Rodd, who played Carol in the AITF Maude pilot and who was passed over for the seris role in favor of a tittier, less butch Adrienne Barbeau.
|by Florida||reply 125||04/15/2010|
WEHT Marcia Rodd?
|by Florida||reply 126||04/15/2010|
I love this thread! Someone start an MTM sitcom thread, too.
|by Florida||reply 127||04/15/2010|
I am Mother Jefferson's grey wig.
I wish she would dip me in her Bloody Mary!
|by Florida||reply 128||04/15/2010|
I'm the 'Very Special episode" that "parental guidance is strongly suggested" for.
|by Florida||reply 129||04/15/2010|
I am the type of cheesy sitcom based on having a supernatural being in the house that had a huge vogue on the 60s and is now out of favor to make room for the Lear sitcoms.
I will be back in vogue in the 80s, though, as a show on syndicated channel.
|by Florida||reply 130||04/15/2010|
I'm the re-recording of the AITF theme song, so people would realize that the words were: "Gee, our old LASALLE ran great..."
|by Florida||reply 131||04/15/2010|
I'm the bottle of perm solution for Shelly Fabares.
|by Florida||reply 132||04/15/2010|
I'm all the hot guys who fell in love with Julie Cooper, a batshit crazy girl who resembles a cadaver.
|by Florida||reply 133||04/15/2010|
[quote]I'm the bottle of perm solution for Shelly Fabares.
I'm her aunt on the same show.
|by Florida||reply 134||04/15/2010|
I'm the canned laughter, on standby, in case the audience doesn't get the joke or laugh loud enough.
|by Florida||reply 135||04/15/2010|
I'm the chair Mother Jefferson threw on the kitchen floor when she pretended to fall.
|by Florida||reply 136||04/15/2010|
I'm Edith's slipper.
|by Florida||reply 137||04/15/2010|
OH and if someone starts a thread on MTM I have dibs on being the 'M' hanging in Mary's apartment. Someone else can be Rhoda's headscarfs.
|by Florida||reply 138||04/15/2010|
Im the well used liquor decanter sitting near the door of the balcony of the DEEluxed apartment.
|by Florida||reply 139||04/15/2010|
I'm a barfly played by Doris Roberts. (And my daughter was ... The Rose.)
I grew into my 60 yr old face at age 16 and I've been cashing in ever since.
|by Florida||reply 140||04/15/2010|
I'm George Jefferson's weekly use of the word "honky".
|by Florida||reply 141||04/15/2010|
I'm the growing asphalt outside the Evans' tenement building. Don't you think it all looks hand-me-down?
|by Florida||reply 142||04/15/2010|
I'm Norman Lear's hat.
|by Florida||reply 143||04/15/2010|
I'm batshit crazy spendthrift Frances Lear in a DVF wrap dress, watching uncomfortably from the wings while soon-to-be ex Norman turns stories from our real life together into episodes of Maude, One Day At A Time, and others.
|by Florida||reply 144||04/16/2010|
I'm the catchy theme song. Many young viewers assume that I'm actually sung by the cast members themselves.
|by Florida||reply 145||04/22/2010|
I'll be the fight that four of them have, which results in a climax of all of them screaming over each other until either the credits roll or a voice of reason (usually a 12 year old kid) puts the kabosh on them.
|by Florida||reply 146||05/03/2010|
I'm Elizabeth in heaven, getting tired of Fred saying he's coming to me.
|by Florida||reply 147||05/03/2010|
I'm the cotton/poly zip-up-the-front dresses that made Jean Stapleton look at least ten years older than she really was.
|by Florida||reply 148||02/26/2013|
I'm Mildred "Boom Boom" Turner, and these are my breasts.
|by Florida||reply 149||02/26/2013|
I'm the old Jewish writer who learned my trade during the pioneering 1950s and wish I was still alive now to write today's sitcoms.
|by Florida||reply 150||02/26/2013|
I am Reverend Fletcher...Felcher...whatever.
|by Florida||reply 151||02/26/2013|
I am the line that I started to say once, had to stop for audience applause and then started again.
|by Florida||reply 152||02/26/2013|
I am the shocking ending of an episode where a Jewish guy gets carbombed in front of the house. There is no closing applause.
But the good news is that the dead Jewish guy gets reincarnated instantly on another Lear show as a Puerto Rican (his real heritage) almost instantly- and this time, he owns a goat!
|by Florida||reply 153||02/26/2013|
I am the pre-closing credits sequence with the little blips you can see as the frame slightly moves at the end of an episode each time a different producer credit is shown.
|by Florida||reply 154||02/26/2013|
I'm the tentative but earnest applause which builds and builds when an episode ends in silence after a dramatic cliffhanger or a series finale.
|by Florida||reply 155||02/26/2013|
I'm the medicine cabinet in the Bunkers' bathroom, and I contain Gloria's Midol for her rather unpleasant moods during "that time of the month", and her "birth patrol pills", Edith's HRT pills from her "groinacologist", the Lavoris for when Archie gives CPR to a female impersonator, and the Kaopectate ("on your left if you're sitting down, on your right, if you're standing up").
|by Florida||reply 156||02/26/2013|
[quote] I'm the medicine cabinet in the Bunkers' bathroom, and I contain Gloria's Midol for her rather unpleasant moods during "that time of the month", and her "birth patrol pills", Edith's HRT pills from her "groinacologist", the Lavoris for when Archie gives CPR to a female impersonator, and the Kaopectate ("on your left if you're sitting down, on your right, if you're standing up").
Hilarious! Thanks for that.
|by Florida||reply 157||02/26/2013|
I'm the yucky feeling you get when you look at Bill Macy and picture him performing naked in OH! CALCUTTA!
|by Florida||reply 158||02/26/2013|
I'm the ashes of Mrs. Naugatuck's deceased husband, and through Maude's clumsiness and stupidity, my urn broke and I was scattered all over the rug, and ultimately ended up in a vacuum cleaner bag. An old gag, but admit it: you laughed.
|by Florida||reply 159||02/26/2013|
I'm Eve Arden, relishing the chance to (for once) not be playing a lovable wisecracker and instead getting to play a real cunt!
|by Florida||reply 160||02/26/2013|
I'm Christmas. I consist of lame presents, ugly trees, half-hearted meals and some kind of downer of a storyline.
|by Florida||reply 161||02/26/2013|
I'm the plaid wool jacket worn by the men which indicates I work a blue-collar job.
|by Florida||reply 162||02/26/2013|
I'm the iron, set on the polyester setting and steaming away, just waiting for Penny to come home.
|by Florida||reply 163||02/26/2013|
I'm the opening credits which were filmed with a special blurry lens.
|by Florida||reply 164||02/26/2013|
I'm Ann Romano's houseplant, smashed to the floor in a hissy fit by Glenn Scarpelli.
Vengeance is mine, and Bonnie Franklin shall repay.
|by Florida||reply 165||02/26/2013|
I am the ceramic elephant on Edith Bunker's end table.
|by Florida||reply 166||02/26/2013|
I'm the sickening "SPLAT!" when Donnie Hathaway flings himself from an Essex House window onto the pavement of Central Park South dozens of floors below.
|by Florida||reply 167||02/26/2013|
I'm Lamont's bulge
|by Florida||reply 168||02/26/2013|
I am a simple tape recorder. I will foil the most elaborate schemes of Penny's mother.
|by Florida||reply 169||02/26/2013|
I'm the insult "jive turkey". The insult "honkey" and I have lived together in a long term relationship, in a remodeled three bdrm colonial for many years and have adopted the insult "sucka". We run a catering business together.
|by Florida||reply 170||02/26/2013|
I'm Willona Woods. I live in Cabrini-Green, one of the sketchiest public-housing complexes in the United States, yet I have a great job at an upscale boutique and a wardrobe that would put Diana Ross in [italic]Mahogany[/italic] to shame.
|by Florida||reply 171||02/26/2013|
I'm the half-eaten Swanson TV-dinner, threatening to re-appear during the closeups of reptilian J.J. Evans sucking face with yet another out-of-his-league hottie.
|by Florida||reply 172||02/26/2013|
I'm the white character making the occasional appearance on "Good Times" or "Sanford & Son", which means I'm either dorky, clueless, insensitive, or all of the above.
|by Florida||reply 173||02/26/2013|
"I am a simple tape recorder. I will foil the most elaborate schemes of Penny's mother."
And I'm the "Got it ALL on tape!!" comment shouted by an audience member after you've made your presence known.
|by Florida||reply 174||02/26/2013|
I'm the helicopter swooping over the 59th street bridge, signifying that All In The Family is dead and only Archie Bunkers Place remains.
|by Florida||reply 175||02/26/2013|
I'm Michael Stivic's right forefinger, exhausted from being repeatedly jabbed in a downward motion during an argument about affirmative action.
|by Florida||reply 176||02/26/2013|
I am black Jesus. Why shouldn't I be black? It is the 70's.
|by Florida||reply 177||02/26/2013|
I'm the dog that George Jefferson was looking after and when he threw my ball over the balcony and I leapt over the rail to catch it. Wild applause and laughter somehow met my really rather gruesome death
|by Florida||reply 178||02/26/2013|
[quote] we're the colors brown, beige and orange.
Get back to the Bob Newhart Show where you belong.
|by Florida||reply 179||02/26/2013|
Bob Newhart was the apex of the brown-beige-orange television epoch.
|by Florida||reply 180||02/26/2013|
I am mad that I used to have top billing but was forced to relinquish it when that no necked woman wanted back in...
|by Florida||reply 181||02/26/2013|
I am the Chuck Cunningham of Good Times.
|by Florida||reply 182||02/26/2013|
I am Ned the wino of Cabrini Greens. I was the source of many a joke about my alcoholism. However, I live a double life when I am not drunk! I sometimes appear as a black lawyer or other professional to Fred Sanford.
|by Florida||reply 183||02/26/2013|
I am the ever-present dead tree outside the Bunker's stairwell window which signifies how bleak their impoverished existence really is.
|by Florida||reply 184||02/26/2013|
I'm the audience member who starts tittering when JJ yells, "Mama, I've been shot!!!" but then stop when I realize it was supposed to be a dramatic moment.
|by Florida||reply 185||02/26/2013|
Im the person born after 1980 who has NO idea what anything in this thread means.
|by Florida||reply 186||02/26/2013|
I'm Fred's gf Donna. I'm also the mother of a nasty gang member in Chicago who shoots JJ.
But sometimes, I wear an Aunt Jemima turban and wander around Virginia befriending poor white folk with big families.
|by Florida||reply 187||02/26/2013|
R186 apparently has never watched a minute of TV Land in the past ten years.
|by Florida||reply 188||02/26/2013|
I'm the copper lobster-shaped jello mold hanging in the Bunker's kitchen that looks a lot like a penis.
|by Florida||reply 189||02/26/2013|
I'm the brunette wig that Gloria bought at Crestler's. Meathead wanted me to wear it while we had sex so he could feel like he was with a different girl without cheating on his wife....."What a sicko!"
|by Florida||reply 190||02/26/2013|
I'm God and Maude is right. I am gonna get all of you for this
|by Florida||reply 192||02/26/2013|
I am what was taken off of Magic Mike's pecker.
|by Florida||reply 193||02/26/2013|
God at r192? Black Jesus here, don't worry, I got this. I do have some questions for you though..
|by Florida||reply 194||02/26/2013|
I am the New Pink Tiger, home base of drag headliner Beverly LaSalle.
|by Florida||reply 195||02/26/2013|
I'm Gloria's hippie girlfriends who sang "If Communism comes a-knockin' at your door.. don't answer it!"
|by Florida||reply 196||02/26/2013|
I'm the READERS' DIGEST. Edith quoted me like I was the holy writ.
|by Florida||reply 197||02/26/2013|
I am Irene Lorenzo's sister, the Sister, who apparently only wears her habit when it's time for the audience to get a laugh.
|by Florida||reply 198||02/26/2013|
I am what Willis was talkin' about.
|by Florida||reply 199||02/26/2013|
I'm Cousin Liz's tea service.
|by Florida||reply 200||02/26/2013|
Nope, I've been busy fucking & texting.
|by Florida||reply 201||02/26/2013|
I am the little kid that has no relationship to George Jefferson (or Fred Sanford) but will be foisted on them for the weekend. Our relationship will be adversarial at first but by Sunday we will be sharing an ice cream soda and laughing like old friends despite our age/socio economic differences.
|by Florida||reply 202||02/26/2013|
I'm the CB radio Schneider uses to track Julie down after she runs away with boyfriend Chuck.
|by Florida||reply 203||02/26/2013|
r201 texting? Oh to be young and edgy like you! How cool of you! Wait till texting is obsolete and you sound dated even though you aren't trying, like we are. Why are you even here? Move it along, toots..
|by Florida||reply 204||02/26/2013|
R204, Don't be bitter you fossil.
|by Florida||reply 205||02/26/2013|
I'm necrophilia. How the hell did i get missed out? He included every other freakin taboo
|by Florida||reply 206||02/26/2013|
I'm Gloria Bunker's silly curly 'do.
|by Florida||reply 207||02/26/2013|
Oh r203, nice to meet you! I am the cb that MIchael uses to meet a wheelchair bound girl with the handle "fun girl". We should get together!
|by Florida||reply 208||02/26/2013|
R204 on any given night:
|by Florida||reply 209||02/26/2013|
I'm the swinging butler door!
|by Florida||reply 210||02/26/2013|
I am Glenn Scarpelli's first wet dream.
|by Florida||reply 211||02/26/2013|
I am the mysterious "trip" of the 70's. I am not a drug trip. I am a trip taken by an actor to a faraway land that results in either death or remarriage. Either way, after taking me, a character is never seen again.
|by Florida||reply 212||02/26/2013|
I am Ann Romano's unused bra.
|by Florida||reply 213||02/26/2013|
I'm David Kane, holding a scared Ann Romano.
|by Florida||reply 214||02/26/2013|
Oh, the dirty and torn underwear I've seen...not to mention the hairy seventies bushes...
|by Florida||reply 215||02/26/2013|
I'm the pregnancy test in Maude's wastebasket in the bathroom. I'm covered in piss.
|by Florida||reply 216||02/26/2013|
I'm a wig that was set with rollers.
|by Florida||reply 217||02/26/2013|
I am a white rag tied around someone's head to indicate a toothache.
|by Florida||reply 218||02/26/2013|
I'm the "Good Times" audience, talking back to the actors as they are filming a scene.
|by Florida||reply 219||02/26/2013|
I'm the false but inevitable adultery accusation that is made when J.J. paints a married woman in the nude.
|by Florida||reply 220||02/27/2013|
I'm Lola Falana, I'm the biggest star in the universe, apparently.
|by Florida||reply 221||02/27/2013|
I'm the member of the studio audience who is coughing.
I'm so sorry.
|by Florida||reply 222||02/27/2013|
I'm the slamming door.
|by Florida||reply 223||02/27/2013|
I'm Stretch Cunningham. My jokes are about as funny as strep throat, but Archie always laughs at them.
|by Florida||reply 224||03/01/2013|
I'm the front door to Ann Romano's apartment, and she really should have changed my locks when she moved in. Not too smart that she lives here with her two teenage daughters, and a preverted creep like Schneider has a pass key.
|by Florida||reply 225||03/01/2013|
I'm Lena Horne and I call r221 on her claim.
|by Florida||reply 226||03/01/2013|
I'm Mackenzie Phillips, tasting her first freebase (and fathers weiner) but vowing "it's just this one time"
|by Florida||reply 227||03/01/2013|
I'm Mother Jefferson's bloody mary.
|by Florida||reply 228||03/01/2013|
I'm Sybil Ghooly, the cheker down at "Foy-guson's Market". I was frequently mentioned, but didn't actually appear on-camera 'til around the fifth season, and when I finally did, I was just as obnoxious as Archie always described me as being.
|by Florida||reply 229||03/01/2013|
I am the poor baby girl Julie Cooper left behind.
|by Florida||reply 230||03/01/2013|
I'm the moral point driven home with a sledge hammer. The audience loudly applauds and goes, "Whoo! Whoo!"
|by Florida||reply 231||03/02/2013|
I'm the four lead characters, inevitably getting into a big fight where we all scream incoherently over one another.
|by Florida||reply 232||03/02/2013|
I'm Lady Godiva, a freedom rider
|by Florida||reply 233||03/02/2013|
I'm the sound of the toilet flushing.
|by Florida||reply 234||03/02/2013|
I'm Michael Stivic's bad wig.
I'm Gloria Stivic's clerk in a department store work clothes: mini-dresses and shiny three inch platform shoes that are more suitable for a hooker.
|by Florida||reply 235||03/02/2013|
|by Florida||reply 236||06/11/2014|
I'm Rue McClanahan's strangely peach-shaped bosoms, cowering in fear at the thought of being man-handled by Conrad Bain. Peaches bruise, ya know!
Later, I'm the upstage entrance to Maude's "study/den" which reveals one long flat wall about three feet in and, often, yet another garish "modern" painting. Sometimes I'm paneled in wood, sometimes I'm bright turquoise. I'm lonely because only Walter sometimes visits me, and, then, usually not for very long.
|by Florida||reply 237||06/11/2014|
I'm the butt stink emanating from Archie's armchair.
|by Florida||reply 238||06/11/2014|
I'm Edith Bunker. I used to be a charming character actress in Broadway's biggest hit musicals but now I am just a one note high pitched dowdy queens' housewife who is so annoying that if Archie were remotely close to reality he would have slapped me continuously and very hard from when we first got married.
|by Florida||reply 239||06/11/2014|
I'm the bitter second rate comedian screaming "DY-NO-MITE!"
|by Florida||reply 240||06/11/2014|
I'm future DL faves Joseph Gordon-Levitt, Holland Taylor, and David Hyde Pierce, all of whom starred in Lear's short-lived early-nineties sitcom "The Powers That Be." Our show is over the heads of most of the American TV-viewing public, hence the cancellation.
|by Florida||reply 241||06/11/2014|
I'm the 13 year old boy sitting in front of the TV being strangely attracted to Michael Stivic.
|by Florida||reply 242||06/11/2014|
I'm Gary Coleman. I look three years old but I make blatantly sexually suggestive comments to Penny, who herself is in love with J.J. and wants him sexually despite the fact that she's a child and he's an adult. It's the 70s!
|by Florida||reply 243||06/11/2014|
I'm the sweetened laugh track which erupts over nonfunny lines like Edith's: "The other day I mistakenly reached for the room freshener when I meant to grab the aerosol deodorant."
or when Edith calls everyone into dinner and Archie makes faces at the food or Michael or both.
or when Gloria screws up her face and warbles, "DADDDEEEE!"
or when Maude slams the front door or when Florence enters the room or when Florida puts JJ in his place
you get the idea
PS I LOVED AUNT ESTHER!
|by Florida||reply 244||06/12/2014|
|by Florida||reply 245||06/12/2014|
I'm black people talking like Borscht Belt comedians.
|by Florida||reply 246||06/12/2014|
I'm the burned cake Edith throws in her would-be rapist's face.
|by Florida||reply 247||06/12/2014|
I am, "God will get you for that, WALL-tah."
and, then, subsequently his response of...
|by Florida||reply 248||06/12/2014|
I'm the watercolor on Maude's wall that all the midcentury vintage queens still oooh and aah over today.
|by Florida||reply 249||06/12/2014|
I'm the annoying child who came to live with Archie and Edith after Mike and Gloria left.
|by Florida||reply 250||06/12/2014|
I'm the gay bar that Arthur Harmon protests.....but you just know he's going back at 2 am to get himself some trade.
One comment about Arthur's apricot scarf and his legs are ON THE CEILING!
|by Florida||reply 251||06/12/2014|
I'm the steam iron set on 'cotton' and headed straight for you, Penny!!!!
|by Florida||reply 252||06/12/2014|
I am R47, standing again in a rerun in the audience to say SLAP HER, WILLONA!
|by Florida||reply 253||06/13/2014|
I'm the Lear empire funding People For the American Way who remain oddly silent through both GW Bush's terms in office.
|by Florida||reply 254||06/14/2014|
I'm someone coughing in the live studio audience.
|by Florida||reply 256||06/14/2014|
I'm the extremely liberal oh so earnest white folks who try to convince the black family that they are just like them and they love them, by using terms like jive and other timely black dialect and jargon.
sorry for this long sentence
|by Florida||reply 257||06/14/2014|
I live in the same building as the Jeffersons with my white husband and my son, Lenny Kravitz.
|by Florida||reply 258||06/14/2014|
I'm the writer trying to think up funny names for characters, like Rev'rund Felcher, Sybil Gooley and others.
|by Florida||reply 259||06/14/2014|
r264, I love you!
|by Florida||reply 260||06/14/2014|
I'm the cheap looking sets team freshly graduated from high school.
I'm the TIRESOME theme song and opening credits which never CHANGED!
I'm the overly loud applause track.
I'm Mike Stivic's big crotch, fascinating gay guys back then. also both Lionel's cute asses.
I'm the writer drumming up topical social issues to stretch over a plot.
I'm the Emmy that Gloria shared with Rhoda. I should have been Rhoda's and only Rhoda's!
|by Florida||reply 261||06/14/2014|
I'm the spinoff series.
|by Florida||reply 262||06/14/2014|
I'm the badly recorded audience applauding at the end of the show.
|by Florida||reply 263||06/14/2014|
R274 Most of us still needed our parents to explain what a "La Salle" was to us.
|by Florida||reply 265||06/16/2014|
I'm the boom microphone. Peekaboo!
|by Florida||reply 266||06/16/2014|
I'm the Cabrini Green projects and I'm every bit as scary as I look from the opening credits.
|by Florida||reply 267||06/16/2014|
I'm the piece of flooring left behind by the tap dancing girl who flees in tears after Archie barks at her when the house is full of crashers hoping to meet Sammy Davis Jr..
|by Florida||reply 268||06/23/2014|
[all posts by tedious, racist idiot removed.]
|by Florida||reply 269||06/23/2014|
[all posts by tedious, racist idiot removed.]
|by Florida||reply 270||06/23/2014|
[all posts by tedious, racist idiot removed.]
|by Florida||reply 271||06/23/2014|
[quote]I'm the Jeffersons' "dee-luxe apartment in the sky," which is actually in quite a shitty building located in a so-so neighborhood in real life.
|by Florida||reply 272||06/23/2014|
OU, OU, I'm the fluffer in the lead actors trailer.
|by Florida||reply 273||06/25/2014|
I'm Bernadette Peters as the harpy who tempted both Mike "Meathead" Stivic and Walter Findlay--in the same year, no less! So hide yo' husbands when I come to town!
|by Florida||reply 274||06/25/2014|
I"m the imaginary rope that Archie uses to hang himself, the imaginary Cyanide he takes, and the imaginary gun he uses to play Russian Roulette, every time that Edith tells one of her long, annoying stories.
|by Florida||reply 275||08/14/2014|
I'm the bitch fit Tootie pitched to get Mrs. Garrett to take her to see Jermaine Jackson.
|by Florida||reply 276||08/14/2014|
I'm Barney Hefner's wife. My name is said to be Mabel in an early season episode, but later on when I actually appeared on-camera, my name was Blanche.
|by Florida||reply 277||08/14/2014|
I'm a 12-year-old Ricky Schroder taking off his shirt while talking to a gorilla.
|by Florida||reply 278||08/14/2014|
I'm Irene Lorenzo, and I disappeared without explanation partway through the fifth or sixth season, just like my husband had done a couple of seasons earlier.
|by Florida||reply 279||08/14/2014|
I'm Bud Yorkin. Why do none of you ever mention ME at any of the where are they now specials or DVD supplements? I was just as important to these shows' success as Baldy McGolfhat was. But after we parted company, I and I alone made [italic]What's Happening!![/italic] and got the one thing he never had and never, ever will: a hit on ABC.
|by Florida||reply 280||08/29/2014|
I'm the burnt brownies that Edith threw at her attempted rapist.
I was more than happy to do my share.
|by Florida||reply 281||08/29/2014|
We're The Coca-Cola Company, shelling out $485 million so we can own the rights to these shows, break up Embassy and merge the TV division into Columbia Pictures Television while selling the movie and home video divisions and making out like bandits when we sell all our entertainment holdings to Sony. It's the beginning of media consolidation, but for us at least it's a minor distraction from the New Coke debacle.
|by Florida||reply 282||08/29/2014|
|by Florida||reply 283||08/29/2014|
I'm the iron Penny's mother used on her.
|by Florida||reply 284||08/29/2014|
I'm the cheap, clingy T-shirt David Duke wore when he tried to rape Edith Bunker.
|by Florida||reply 285||08/29/2014|
I'm George Jefferson's mother. I love my Bloody Marys, almost as much as I dislike my daughter-in-law, Weezie.
|by Florida||reply 286||10/16/2014|
We're the Saturday morning cartoon versions of our shows that never got made. That's more of a Garry Marshall sort of thing.
|by Florida||reply 287||03/10/2015|
[quote]I'm the Lear empire funding People For the American Way who remain oddly silent through both GW Bush's terms in office.
Even now, I just issue statements and don't really fight for things.
Maybe it is cultural. Maybe I think other people should fight my battles (despite the tax breaks I get from having a foundation).
|by Florida||reply 288||03/10/2015|
I am production values, raped, raped, raped by cheap video tape.
|by Florida||reply 289||03/11/2015|
I am in the audience of that Christmas Good Times when Penny realizing her billfold has been stolen shoplifts a necklace for Wilona's present.
|by Florida||reply 290||03/11/2015|
I'm curly-haired cop Sergeant Dennis Foley, leering at Mary Hartman.
|by Florida||reply 291||03/11/2015|