All language subtitles for lost_in_space_s03e21_space_beauty

Ten o 'clock and all is well.

Ten o 'clock and all is well.

Evening, Major West.

Ten o 'clock and all is well, sir.

One minute past ten.

for the power to go out.

Even the reserve circuit.

I wonder if the robot...

No.

I thought I heard voices, but it's so
dark.

Oh, well, Don will get the lights fixed
in the morning. I'll go back to sleep.

Is that one a possibility?

Yes, that one is a definite possibility.

Good morning.

Don, what happened to you?

I, uh, I bumped my head in the floor
last night.

You what?

Well, you know, the power went out, and
I guess I tripped in the dark.

When I came upstairs this morning, there
was our brave leader lying flat on the

floor. I didn't hear any alarms or
anything. What do you suppose happened?

Search me. But nothing crossed our radar
net. Must have just been a cosmic

electrical disturbance.

Hmm. The robot short -circuited at the
same time, but he's all right now.

Don, I got it working!

If you can give me a hand, we can get it
going. There's some rain clouds up

there.

The rainmakers.

Why don't you put on some feathers and
do a little dance?

This is nothing to kid about.

The crowd's getting worse.

Water, water everywhere, and not a drop
of tea.

Look, you two, if you have nothing
better to do, why don't you check out

radar site? All right.

That fearful din.

Why can't you shoot at those moon clouds
at night?

I'm seeing the weather.

It's been deep.

Never have I seen such a ridiculous,
childish experiment.

Suppose you hit something up there, a
lonely, high -flying bird, or a poor,

innocent traveller in faith.

It's so dark.

Are you the only life forms on this
planet?

Because if you are, you simply won't do
at all.

I heard that voice before simply.

So have I.

You what?

What's that you say?

Farnham. You're Mr. Farnham.

The great Farnham Bee.

Showman of the cosmos.

Oh, what a delightful surprise.

Judy, the fat Judy. And Penny, my child,
how are you?

Imagine finding you two on this planet.

Well, it's a small universe.

Yes, isn't it?

Be careful of that thing, blockhead.

Oh, put it down.

You have work to do.

It's a girl. A humanoid.

Humanoid? Oh, don't be ridiculous.

She's nothing but my agent.

Hi, kids.

I'm Nancy Pie Squared.

How do you do, Miss Squared? Yes, and
you'll be cubed if you don't hustle us

some talent.

Our backer said to investigate this
planet, so go investigate.

Go, go, go, go.

Your backer? I wonder what he expects us
to find on this planet, Mr. Fawn.

You know, the message was so urgent last
night. There must be some very special

type creature here.

Don't you think so?

Oh, of course.

Hundreds of them. Go bring them in. Sign
them up.

Sign them all up.

Well, get me contestants, stupid. I
can't very well put on a show without

contestants. Now can I? Go on, go.

Show?

Contestants? Yes.

The most colossally stupendous show in
all outer space.

My dears, at last your old friend
Farnham B has struck a pitch.

Hit the big time.

Landed in the main tent. In the center
spotlight.

Speaking of light, what did you do to
all of ours?

Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry.

How'd you do that?

Merely a clever little device provided
by my backer in the event that any of

contestants should prove to be light
sensitive.

Oh, I would love to stay and chat with
you girls, but as you know, the show

go on.

But, Mr. Farnham, what kind of show? You
never told us.

Well, I'll have you know that I, the
great Farnham Bee, once proprietor of a

lowly zoo, am now master impresario of
all feminine pulchritude, producer of

one and only beauty pageant in all these
heavens. A beauty pageant? Yes, to

select the most beautiful female life
form there is. Miss Galaxy, isn't that

exciting? Yes.

What a... Pity neither one of you
qualifies.

Oh, well.

Come on, Dr. Smith. This is the way Judy
and Penny said he went.

Good riddance to them, I must say.
Really, William, I have no interest at

visiting a fraud like Farnham.

Never trust anyone in show business.
That is my rule.

He has obviously come here to borrow
from us or to steal.

Oh!

What's that?

Good heavens.

That, my boy, is Miss Outer Teutonium.

Isn't she charming?

Mr. Farnham!

Will! Will!

Oh, you young rascal, you.

It's good to see you, boy.

Here, have an ice cream cone.

Thanks. Well, Miss Farnham, I see you're
back.

And you, sir?

I suppose you've come to borrow my
champagne and steal my caviar?

Well, sir, neither a borrower nor a
stealer be a howsomever.

Domestic. Well, that's the best I could
do on such short notice.

Mr. Farnham, what an unusual -looking
lady.

Friend of yours?

Business acquaintance, you might say.

I see.

To what, may I ask, do we owe the rather
dubious pleasure of your reappearance

here among us?

Come along with me.

Ta -da!

There, Dr. Smith, does that answer your
question?

Yes, it does.

Boy, running a beauty pageant must be
good business.

The secret of being a great showman,
like me, is in having a backer who has

scads and scads of money.

Oh, I quite agree.

Well, who is your backer? I mean, who's
paying for all this?

Why, a lover of beauty, of course.

Tell me.

Have you noticed that new dark planet
that's been floating around, that

shadowy one?

As a matter of fact, my dad's kind of
worried about it. And so am I.

Everyone is.

They don't even know who lives up there.

But they are obviously the most powerful
creatures in all the heavens.

Well, let me tell you that my backer,
my...

sponsor, you might say, is none other
than the supreme and deadly dictator of

that entire world.

And he's quite rich, you said?

What's he like? What is he?

Who knows? My agent got me this job by
radio.

Come along. I'd like you to meet some of
our lovely semi -finalists.

This is Miss Moonflower.

And Miss Inner Platminium, how do you
do?

Oh, Miss K -14.

She has many unusual qualities, as you
can plainly see.

Yes. How do you do, my dear? No, thank
you.

Oh, boss.

Mr. Barnum.

I've got a possibility here.

One? Only one?

What's the matter with you?

There's not very much growing on this
planet.

Careful, she's very shy.

Oh. Oh.

You've got her photograph already.

And she signed the contract. Oh,
welcome.

Welcome, my child.

Now, if you'll all excuse me a moment.

I am Dr. Zachary Smith.

I'm Nancy Pie Squared. How do you do?
And this is? Miss Fishtail. Miss

you look charming, my dear. I hope that
you will win.

I don't get it, sir.

What's the matter? Don't you think that
any of the contestants out there are

beautiful enough to be Miss Galaxy?

No. I mean, I don't want to seem rude,
but... Beauty, my boy, is in the eye of

the beholder.

Now, if you were a fish, would you think
that Lady Grizzly Bear was beautiful?

Of course not.

Is he a fish?

I told you, I haven't the slightest idea
what His Highness is. He could be any

conceivable life form.

And I haven't the slightest idea what
he'll think is beautiful, either.

I don't even think that he knows what he
likes.

Boy, that can make it tough.

Oh, no, not really.

You see, his advance men pick out a
likely planet, and I sign up the

contestants. All I have to do is to
collect one of everything, don't you

Then I'm bound to produce a winner that
he'll like.

But that could take years and years.

Come here, I'll show you.

Fortunately, the female of every species
enjoys having her picture taken.

Now, I merely put her photograph in
here.

And then her contract.

You see, each eager little contestant
must find a contract naturally. The

dictate is most insistent on that.

There. Now, watch. Watch over here.

For every photograph I put in that
machine, I get paid.

Look, look!

Squandros, my boy!

One thousand squandros!

Gold coins, good anywhere in the
heavens!

Oh, should ever a producer have such a
deal, such a sucker for a sponsor!

Oh!

Oh, this is my lucky day.

Now I can leave this planet and move on.

I've shown you too much already. Run!

Run, boy!

What are you doing here? How dare you
interrupt?

You have violated our agreement.

I've signed another contestant, haven't
I? I've come to the planet you told me

about, haven't I?

You are wasting time, Farnam.

Get out of here!

My contract is with your master, not
with you. I won't allow you to

me. You sought to leave this planet
before you had completed your assigned

mission. You are wrong.

I just signed a charming young thing.
Oh, wait till you see her. Such lovely

iridescent scales.

But there are others here.

Oh, just some secondary life forms and a
few tiresome humanoids.

Yes, yes, the humanoids.

Who could possibly be interested in
them?

All pink and soft and utterly useless.

The pale -haired female humanoid must be
signed.

Judy?

That's impossible. I refuse.

I'm an independent artist.

I won't stand for this sort of
treatment. You'll have to speak to my

I refuse to discuss it further.

No dictator can pull me around like a
puppet on a string.

Help! Help!

Somebody!

Something!

Help!

It's about time. Fine agent you are. Get
those hideous creatures out of here.

Take it easy, boss.

I'll see if I can negotiate.

Do something. Get me down!

Just leave it to Nancy.

Okay, boys, what's the trouble?

His time is up. We have given him
commands from our mysterious master.

Commands? Farnham must deliver today or
else.

Oh, they've gone.

Gloria, they've gone, those presumptuous
monsters.

What did they tell you?

Deliver what?

How dare they try to intimidate me?

The deal's off. I'll break the contract.

You can't break the contract.

And why not?

Well, to get you all that money, I...

Well, I had to give him some little
concession.

What little concession?

Well, I... I... I sold him your soul.

Sold him my soul?

Oh, now they want me to sign duty, too.

I guess that's it.

Or else.

Or else?

Or else what?

Anything you say. Anything at all. I'll
do it. I'll do it. Only please let me

down. Stop the fire. Put it out. Oh,
please.

Help me.

Help me.

Well,

here it is, boss. Class 15.

Help me up.

What are you babbling about?

Where it says you've sold your soul.

This is your... contract, boss, with his
mysterious highness.

Oh, ball street contracts, anyway.

Besides, his emissaries now tell me that
he wants Judy as a contestant, too.

And you told me that his highness didn't
like humanoids.

I guess I was wrong, that's all.

You see, I put my picture in the
machine, and it rejected it, so I guess

just me they don't think is pretty
enough to be a contestant.

I quite agree.

Here, what else does this thing say?

And why Judy?

Do they want her soul, too?

Of course.

Mine not to question why.

Mine but to cheat and lie.

I hear you, garden master.

My soul is yours.

Who cares about Julia Robinson anyhow?

I'll sign her up myself.

I hear and I obey.

What if I don't want to be in the beauty
pageant?

But you have to be.

I mean, well, every girl would like to
be Miss Galaxy, wouldn't you?

Of course you would.

And all you have to do is sign your name
right there on the dotted line.

But this morning you said she wasn't
even qualified.

I did?

Well, now my mind's been changed.

I was blind stupid.

And just think of it. The idol of the
heavens. Your name in life.

Judy Robinson.

Judy Robinson. Just sign right here.

Oh, what does this silly paper say,
anyway?

Oh, never mind about that. You can read
it later.

Sign now, read later.

I don't know how I could. The print's so
small.

Ten million squandros. That's what the
winner will receive.

Ten million squandros. That's all you
need to know. Sign right here.

I'm sorry, Mr. Farnham, but my answer is
still no.

Oh, Judy, please.

Pretty please.

It's just not my style.

I don't want to be in anybody's beauty
pageant.

And that's all there is to it.

Come on, Penny, let's fix lunch.

What's going on here, may I ask?

Have you nothing better to do than to
waste your time in idle stargazing?

No, sir.

That's the planet where Mr. Farnham's
backer, the mysterious dictator, lived.

Now, I figure that if we can get enough
data on it from the spectrum telescope,

then maybe the robot can figure out what
life form could exist there. Then that

will tell us what he is. And once we
know that... I have no interest in alien

life forms, be it here, there, or
wheresoever.

Dr. Smith, don't you see? That'll tell
us what he thinks is beautiful. And then

we'll know what life form will win the
contest.

William, I am deeply shocked that you
would aid and abet that dreadful Farnham

in his fraudulent schemes.

Well, why not?

Do you think for a moment he would share
his ill -gotten squandros with you? No,

no. Not even a proper thank you would
you get for your babes.

Robot.

I don't see things.

There's a methane -67 gas layer around
the planet.

And its surface is radioactive cobalt.
It still does not compute. What

life form could live there?

A reptile, perhaps.

What? I loathe reptiles.

Excuse me for eavesdropping, but with a
climate such as that, I've often

wondered if the dictator and his people
couldn't be some form of...

Reptilian life.

Perhaps of the pocket dragon type.

Sure. And you don't have any reptile in
the contest yet, do you?

He doesn't need one, William. He himself
satisfies all the requirements.

Unfortunately, Will, I just haven't been
able to catch a female one.

You mean you know where there are some?

Oh, yes.

As a matter of fact, there's a pocket
dragon quite close to here.

Only I wasn't nearly clever enough.

She almost... Scratched my head off. A
quite natural reaction.

Bully for her.

Well, I'll bet I could catch her.

Oh, how?

I couldn't do it. Not even with a net.

Of course not. But you don't have two
sisters like I have. We'll use butter.

Butter? The boy is bereft of his senses.

Why don't you come and watch, Dr. Smith?

Perhaps this will give you an idea, too.

We shall see, Mr. Farnham. We shall see.

Easy. Look out, boy.

Wait. It's moving towards the bait.

A mirror?

What will that prove?

Took it. It proves she's a girl.

And she thinks she's pretty. So what
more could you want?

Now you see how easy it is. Now all
you've got to do is sign her up.

My boy, you are an absolute genius.

Genius indeed.

I don't see that we've gained very much.

Just wait and see, Dr.

Smith. Just wait and see.

Now, my dear, if you'll just put your
name on this dotted line.

There we are.

There we are.

1 ,000 squandros. Half for me and half
of it is for you.

Thanks. You're giving the boy 500
squandros.

Well, you're too short. He found her,
didn't he?

Find her and keep her.

She's a semi -frozen.

Oh, good.

Oh, and again more.

Half for me and half for you, Billy.

Ah, Miss Farnham.

Will these machines work for anyone?

Of course, of course. There's plenty for
all.

The girl's photograph and her signed
contract.

That's all that one needs.

I see.

It occurs to me that there must be
scores of young women running about

sign contracts.

Oh, but there's the trouble, Dr. Smith.

There are some girls who simply don't
want to be in beauty contests.

Like, uh, Judy, for example.

Judy doesn't?

Quite obviously, you did not approach
her in the proper fashion.

Perhaps if I were to explain it to her.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Never argue with a
woman, I always say.

But if only we had a photograph of
someone as beautiful as Judy, and if

had her flowing signature on a lovely
contract.

Would you excuse me?

There is an urgent matter that demands
my immediate consideration.

Dr. Smith, no. You just don't
understand.

You can't enter someone in a beauty
pageant until they sign a contract.

just tell me where Parham keeps those
contracts.

I don't know. I'll go ask him. That
won't be necessary.

There's no reason for us to divide the
money with him, William. After all, Judy

belongs to us, doesn't she? Now, where
can they be?

Probably here. Ah, yes, here they are.

Shh!

Judy... Judy Robinson!

Dr. Smith, that's forgery!

Nonsense, William. I have her
involuntary power of attorney, do I not?

What? No!

Dr. Smith, wait! Wait!

This is where I put it in, I believe.
Yes.

I must remember how to work this.

Press this.

And that. Good.

Now I must press this button. Good.
William, I take full responsibility for

this. You will thank me for it in the
long run. You will all thank me.

Judy will thank me. In you go.

Now for the contract.

Dial. So.

And this dial. So.

And in it goes.

Dr.

Samantha, are you all right?

What's wrong? What is it?

Cheater. What?

Liar. Beef.

No. I've done what you told me to do.
We've signed up Judy Robinson.

My man in there is putting a contract.

Forger.

Forger?

Oh, Bob.

Unless you obey our master, unless you
make Judy Robinson enter the beauty

contest of her own free will, you will
be nothing.

Your whole planet will be nothing.

I don't want to be in a beauty pageant.
How many times do I have to tell you

that? Genuine cosmic gopher on fur for
your very own.

Diamonds and rubies.

Wouldn't you like some jewels?

Why is it so important to you, Mr.
Farnham? You keep out of this!

Oh, Judy, Judy, please.

If you'll just put your own name right
here, right here, hmm?

Fiddle faddle!

Oh, where have you been? I have been
observing with interest.

I wanted you to see for yourself how
hopeless it was.

Hopeless? Hopeless? For you, yes, but
not for me.

There will, of course, be no question
about the size of my personal

Oh, no.

Anything, anything.

Very well, sir. Now do stand aside and
observe as a consummate master of his

craft takes over.

and tomorrow the good day.

Now then, what have we here?

Oh, Mr. Fryden was going to give all
this to Judy if she'd sign up for his

pageant. Judy?

Let me see.

Oh, no.

No, dear.

It's a silly idea and he's a silly man.
It's perfectly ridiculous.

Did you hear that, Major?

What? Judy in a beauty contest.

She wouldn't stand a chance.

No, dear.

No need to conceal your amusement,
Major. We could all do with a good laugh

right now.

Don, were you laughing?

No, but it is a pretty silly idea.

What's so silly about it? The idea of me
being in a beauty contest.

Well, I don't know.

The picture of you parading around, I
guess.

I don't know. It's ridiculous.

Ridiculous? Oh, come on. Let's forget
the whole thing, huh?

It's perfectly ridiculous, my dear.

Now, no offence meant.

But you couldn't possibly win against
all those beautiful models.

I what?

At any rate, since the Major does not
want you to enter the contest at all, I

wouldn't dream of going against his
orders.

His orders? Who does he think he is?

I'll show him. Give me that pen.

Sign here, my dear.

Lovely.

Darling, that's it. Come slowly down the
runway. That's fine. Not quite so much

wiggle. That's it. Keep your head up,
though, dear. Keep your head. Lovely.

Lovely. Simply lovely.

I don't know about this.

What if Judy wins?

Do you have any idea what's going to
happen to her?

No, I don't want to know.

All I care about is delivering this
contest so I can get my soul back.

And once I get it back, I'm going to
fire my agent and get out of here.

I've got the flash, Mr. Farnham. Oh,
good.

Is there really one here from every
planet?

Yes, indeed.

They go behind the pedestals over there.
Come along, child. I'll help you.

I guess there's nothing as patriotic as
a beauty pageant. All right, Miss Fish,

who next?

Come up, dear. That's enough. Thank you.
Come straight ahead.

Now, walk very slowly down the runway.
That's it. Now, keep your head up.

Miss Pike, where? On the ground, yes.

Might I have a word with you?

Well, I'm quite busy. A very important
word.

I should like to ask you, my dear,
whether you feel that there might be

another contestant.

Hmm? Another type of beauty.

Just to make sure that His Highness is
pleased.

I'd certainly like to find someone else
besides Julie who could possibly win the

prize. Precisely. Someone who might
share her prize money with us.

Some lovely girl who might be willing to
divide her winning squandros with you

and with me.

But who?

Miss Pie Squared.

Do you happen to know what form of life
this dictator really is?

Now, that's the trouble.

That's the one thing I don't know about
him.

Perhaps I can help you.

Now, please follow carefully my rather
clever reasoning. It's quite obvious

he is far more advanced than anyone in
our wretched, primitive galaxy, wouldn't

you say?

Of course he is. That's what makes him
so dangerous.

And if indeed he is, would he still be
so childish as to think feathers are

beautiful? Maybe not, but what else is
there? The beauty of science, my dear.

The glistening skin of a polished
machine. The precision of a computerized

who never talks back.

Behold.

A robot?

But he's a male robot.

Check. Double check.

Be still, Ninny.

I grant you that her voice is a bit deep
right now, but with certain

rearrangements and with some minor re
-recording, anything is possible.

And my dear Miss Pysquared, I must tell
you that I have noticed and admired your

sweet, dainty voice.

It does not compute.

Shall we?

It does not.

It really does not compute.

It does not compute.

Judy?

Beauty contest.

I,

the undersigned applicant, do hereby.

Boy, I bet Don will notice you now.

I just hope he isn't too mad to come and
watch when he finds out I'm here.

All right, girls.

Places now.

Places for the dress rehearsal.

Here, let me help you with that hair,
dear.

Off you go.

Oh, this is exciting.

Beautiful. And remember to keep your
tummy in. Everybody go. Come on.

Over there. On the pedestal.

Mrs. Quaid, shall I sing my song now?

I guess you may as well, honey. I was
sort of waiting for something else, but

don't know. All right, girls.

Up on your pedestals now.

Stop. Stop at once.

Stop, I say.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to
present my contestant, Miss Mechanical

Marvel.

Our robot.

Dr. Smith, really?

Dr. Smith, what are you trying to do?
Wreck my show?

Fall to the nerve.

Get that pile of junk out of here.

Junk, sir?

I beg your pardon?

A girl. It's a girl robot.

Dr. Smith, I'm frightened. Who is that
awful man?

Well, I never... Oh, come, come now, my
dear child. Calm yourself. He's a silly,

stupid creature.

Oh. Oh, please.

Please excuse me, young lady.

Oh, stupid of me. I didn't understand.

I am not even sure I want to stay here.

Oh, please, you must, my dear. We need
you. The last semifinalist. A mechanical

girl.

Oh, Zack.

Zack, indeed.

Smitty. How dare you, sir, address a
lady like this in this gauche manner?

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear.

Won't you please take the second
pedestal?

May I?

You may.

Beauty is a joy forever.

Oh, I can't stand it.

Oh, no.

I can't stand it.

It's a pity we've done it. Ring up the
curtain. At last, I'll have a hit.

No thanks to you.

That dirty double -crossing.

Understood and agreed that the winner of
this contest, Miss Galaxy, will travel

to... Major!

Major! A starship has just landed.
Smith, did you read the fine print in

contract? Major, a contract is a
contract for all things. Not this one.

The fine print in that contract reads
that the winner of this contest must

in their galaxy forever. Now, come on,
we're getting out of here. Places,

everyone, places! He's coming! He's
coming!

Oh, do you mind, please? Thank you. Come
along, Judy. No, please, up on the

pedestal.

Here's your candelabra. There you are,
my dear.

Please, I'm trying to put on a show!

Behold.

Behold his awesome magnificence, our
supreme and dreadful ruler of the most

powerful galaxy in space.

the mysterious dictator.

Welcome, your exalted magnificence.

I, Farnam Bee, present the greatest show
in the cosmos.

Sing, Penny, sing.

Here to thee.

Stop. He has chosen.

At this moment, He has chosen.

Ten thousand years we have searched for
such beauty.

Step aside, Earthman.

You are the one.

It is you who will be our Miss Galaxy.

You who will come to live with us
forever.

Behold your new master.

He's nothing but fire.

Ten thousand years we have lived without
beauty on our galaxy.

Ten thousand years we have searched for
such cool, cool beauty as yours.

Come with me.

You will be our beauty queen forever.

Judy! Judy!

One moment, please, sir. One moment.

What happened to her?

What have you done to her?

Well, it's quite all right. Your
magnificence, she merely fainted. The

your handsome visage was too much for
the girl, that's all.

Your heated brow, those flashing eyes.

Just give her some time.

Very well.

Prepare her.

I shall come for her in ten minutes.

If you're not safely away with her in
ten minutes, you and this whole planet

will be destroyed.

In Blaine.

The girls get below.

Oh, come on.

Do as I say. Get below.

Let go.

Oh, good heavens. They're approaching.

Saints preserve us.

His men are carrying the prize money.

Saints preserve it.

They're coming.

Do something, Booby.

He's immune, I say. Nothing can stop
him.

Silence, you cowardly grump. Major, the
lasers is our last chance.

Now, if I shoot him, he'll know it's
war.

That ridiculous rain contraption of
yours, it might work.

Yeah, there's a chance, but somebody's
got to stall him for a few minutes.

Farnham, you've got us under the Smiths.
Get out there and stall him. What, me?

Yes, of course, you.

It's all your fault.

Yes.

Yes, of course I'll handle it. Don't
worry about a thing. The great Arnambi

arrange everything for you. No!

I told you so, you double -crosser!

Take your hands off me, you stupid gal!

I'm coming, master!

All right, Smith. Looks like it's up to
you.

Me? Certainly not. He knows I'm not
strong enough.

You, sir, my total companion, get out
there and deal with those creatures.

You heard the Major, Dr. Smith.

Move. Just you wait. I said move.

I can't do it. I'm frightened.

What will I say?

You'll think of something, Dr. Smith.

Of course, I have a brilliant idea.

Just tidying up. You see, I wasn't
expecting any visitors.

Quickly, Nellie, put these on. You
shouldn't have taken them off in the

place. Go.

And come back.

Peace, gentlemen.

I come in peace.

You have given us a warm welcome.

Ah, yes, force field.

Don't speak of it, Your Worship.

But what is that? What is he doing?

That.

That is music. You see, when this galaxy
travels anywhere, there must always be

music.

Isn't it beautiful?

I do not know.

For 10 ,000 years we have lived in our
galaxy without such beauty.

But now that has changed.

Now we will take our beauty clean.

Yes, of course, Your Worship.

But as an outstanding doctor of
intergalactic environmental psychology,

warn you that Judy is subject to very
high temperatures.

She runs an enormous fever at the drop
of a hat.

If you'll forgive my saying so, what you
really need is a beauty queen who is

compatible and healthy.

And I have just the one for you.

This lovely, gorgeous creature.

Why, do you know that he can withstand
heat of 400 degrees Fahrenheit?

I mean, she can.

Can't you, my dear?

Yes, I can.

Come on, baby.

Give her some rain.

And she's already packed and eager to
go.

Aren't you, my dear?

Yes, I am.

Stop. Enough.

Miss Galaxy, where are you?

It's not working.

We will go now

Come

take

my hand

My soul.

Oh, stars and garters.

I've got my soul back.

Oh, Judy.

Judy, my child.

Are you all right?

Stars and garters, my foot.

Oh, what a terrible experience. I'm
happy that's over with. Oh, I'm so glad

girls have forgiven me. I was possessed.
Simply possessed.

You're all set, Mr. Farnham. Your
spaceship's prepared and ready for

Oh, thank you, my boy.

Don, I promise I will never be in
another beauty pageant as long as I

Do you really promise?

Well, you know, it was sort of fun
having you come to my rescue like that.

I know what you mean, Judy.

Sometimes it's just nice to be noted for
a change.

You know, the boss has even forgiven me
for selling his soul.

What are you talking about?

I just don't want to lose a good agent,
that's all.

Besides... It's time to start work on
our next show.

Goodbye, everyone. No rest for the
wicked, you know.

Come along, girl.

Well, we've got some work we have to
finish up ourselves. Let's get to it.

Right.

Well, there goes Mr. Cornham.

Good riddance to that pompous poppin'
jay.

It's about to be wished that we never
see him again.

I'm surprised he didn't stay for a
curtain call.

Good riddance.

Good riddance, I say.

Well, the pain, the pain of it all.