Howard Storm
Steve Kreinberg & Andy Guerdat
February 26, 1981
Henderson Production Company, Miller-Milkis Productions, Paramount Television
ABC (television), Paramount Home Video (DVD)
Mork/Himself
Mindy
Orson
Fred McConnell
Mr. Bickley
Orkan Elder
Mr. Klevins
Himself
Mork is making a mess out of trying to fend for himself while Mindy is away for a week on assignment. Lonely in her absence, he has surrounded himself with her photos when Bickley drops in to warn him that the landlord is coming to install smoke alarms. Then the juvenile-looking Elder from Ork, where the aging process is reversed, arrives expecting to celebrate his 87th birthday with Mindy. Mork's attic is converted into an Orkan laboratory and the cloning begins. When the first Mindy emerges from an egg-shaped device, she's too coldly intellectual, so the Elder tries and tries again.
OK, honey, I'll go warm up the car.
You know, the best way to do that is to blow in its carburetor and say that you love it.
I'll do that, but I'll hate myself in the morning.
OK, Mork, now I want you to pay close attention, we've got a lot of things to cover if you're going to manage by yourself.
Oh, come on now, Mind, scoff scoff, derisive laughter, ar ar ar. I mean, manage by myself? Do you know who you're talking to?
Yes.
Oh.
This is the can opener, this is the coffee pot, and remember what I told you about the blender?
Yes, just turn it off, don't just stand there waiting for it to flush.
Right. And remember the most important part... you turn it off from the outside.
Oh! I wondered why my fingernails were getting shorter.
Oh, my darling! My darling! [Mork opens the door; it's Mr. Bickley] Oh, what a disappointment!
You're no Aurora Borealis yourself! I just came up to tell you I got a call from our landlord, Mr. Klevins. He's coming around later to install smoke alarms in all the apartments.
Oh, no more smoke? There goes my chat with Chief White Eagle.
I just wish the Orkan aging process wasn't reversed. Seems like every day I look in the mirror I get a little bit cuter. Where does the time go?
I don't know, sir. Probably the same place that socks go when you lose them in the dryer.
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