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Na-no, na-no.

Oh, Dad, it's so good to have you back.

How was your trip?

Oh, Baltimore was okay,

but after two months in a hotel room,

I was ready to come home.

Yeah. Well, from the clippings you sent,

it sounds as if your orchestra was well-received.

Yeah, it was great to hear all those people

coming out of the concert hall whistling Stravinsky.

So how have things been going around here?

Not so good, Dad. It's Mork.

It's always Mork.

No.

Wait till you see him. He's really changed.

In what way?

You wouldn't believe it.

It's the last thing in the world you'd expect from Mork.

How much could he change?

Unless he's grown another head.

Kitten, I'm home.

Oh, another day,

another day, another inflated dollar. Heh.

Hello, hon. Big kiss.

Mwah.

Fred, really good to see you.

How are you? How was Baltimore?

I hear it's quite a little town, hey?

Was it hot enough for you?

How about all those dead toad?

Well, what's for dinner, hon?

I hope it's that mock pot roast again.

What she can do with a cracker... Watch out.

Let's see in here.

Oh, yay! Another big kiss.

Mwah.

He seems fine to me.

Almost... normal.

But that's the problem.

He's too normal.

Mmm, mayonnaise. I can't get enough of it.

Oh, really good to see you, Fred.

He used to say, "Na-no, na-no."

Oh, none of that immigrant talk for me, hon.

Hey, you got a haircut.

I got 'em all cut.

My broker told me that one.

Oh, what a mind, what a mind. Ha-ha.

Well, Fred, how do you like this new suit?

Well, I was just admiring it.

I have one just like it.

Doesn't everyone?

Oh, what kind of a host am I?

Some kind of bozo.

Can I get you a cocktail?

How about a little Campari and TaB? How about that?

It's incredible.

Uh, n-n-no.

No, thanks, Mork. O-oh.

Oh, not "Mork" anymore, Fred.

Wait till you hear this.

It's too ethnic.

Call me... Maury.

A spaceman named Maury.

I'm working with children now, Fred, at a daycare center.

You know, because I think they're the future of America,

tomorrow's Republicans.

Daycare center. That sounds interesting.

Well, it's a start, Fred.

Besides, we've got a future to think about, right, hon?

Right... Maury.

Oh-ho.

Oh, Minny. Mwah.

Maury and Minny: sounds like something

you'd see on the TV, doesn't it? Ha-ha-ha.

Do you play canasta, Fred?

Canasta?

Hey, Mindy, I wouldn't worry about this fella.

You know, I used to think

you were strange and peculiar,

but now...

gosh, you're just like one of us.

Yeah, but, Daddy, he never does Orkan things anymore.

Like, he completely stopped drinking with his finger.

That's an old-planet custom, hon.

And I've also stopped spitting with my toe.

Besides, who wants a lot of drool

in your socks?

Well, I've gotta be getting home.

Cathy is fixing a meat loaf for dinner tonight.

Oh, yum, yum. My favorite.

Oh, here's a little tip for you, Fred.

Try it with ketchup.

Hey, how about tomorrow maybe you and I'll play a little golf?

Well, I'd like that.

And we'll talk about politics?

Do you really think Earl Scheib does Ronald Reagan's hair?

Honey, goodbye.

And trust me, everything is gonna be all right.

Gonna be wonderful.

I'll see you on the first tee.

Fore.

Oh, Mindy, now I understand

where you inherited your zest for life.

Think I'll just relax, watch a little TV.

Can I talk to you for a minute, Mork?

Oh, not right now, hon.

Merv's gonna sing "My Way"

underwater with an Aqua Lung with Jacques Cousteau.

Like to see Phil Donahue do that.

Well, it's kind of important.

See, it's... It's sort of been building up

for the last couple of weeks.

I don't really know how to put this into words, but...

y-you've just changed so much. Now, hon...

You're just like an Earthling.

Oh, big kiss. Mmm.

No, Mork.

I... I'm just afraid

that there's something going wrong between us.

What can go wrong, hon?

We've got the whole night planned out here. Look.

We'll start off with "That's Incredible!"

And tonight, Bo Derek is gonna try to count to 10.

Oh, look.

On "Lou Grant," he's gonna change his shirt.

Watch out. Heh.

Oh, and on "Quincy":

"Quincy falls in love during an autopsy."

Boy, that's a dead giveaway.

Oh, ho, ho.

Ooh, big kiss. Mwah.

♪ Memories ♪

♪ Light the corners Of my mind ♪

♪ Misty, watercolored ♪

♪ Memories ♪

♪ Of the way we were ♪

♪ Scattered pictures ♪

♪ Of the smiles ♪

♪ We left behind ♪

♪ Smiles we gave ♪

♪ To one another ♪

♪ For the way we were ♪

♪ Can it be ♪

♪ That it was all So simple then? ♪

♪ Or has time Rewritten every line? ♪

♪ If we had the chance ♪

♪ To do it all again ♪

♪ Tell me, would we? ♪

♪ Could we? ♪

♪ Memories ♪

♪ May be beautiful and yet ♪

♪ What's too painful ♪

♪ To remember ♪

♪ We simply choose ♪

♪ To forget ♪

♪ So it's the laughter ♪

♪ We will remember ♪

♪ Whenever we remember ♪

♪ The way we were ♪

♪ The way we were ♪

Min? Min, hon.

Kitten. Ho-ho.

What you doin' up?

What's wrong, Min?

I mean, you're crying.

You used to say, "Your eyes are leaking."

I did?

Oh, Mork, when you first came to Earth,

you were so exciting,

so different and special.

But I think that I've ruined all that.

Oh, no. I... I'm still the same. See?

No, it's... It's my fault.

I'm the one who told you

not to act strange in public,

and not to sit on your face,

or not to feed the pigeons with a fork.

Oh, that was great, Min. You taught me a lot.

Oh, Mork, don't you see? I taught you too much.

I've created an Earthling.

Yeah, I guess that's me:

Maury Q. Public.

Because of me,

you've lost everything that made you so wonderful.

Mm. You think so, hon?

Oh, Mork, we've got a big problem.

I've had to make a really tough decision.

I don't think you should live here anymore.

Oh.

Y-you don't?

No.

Maybe if you're out on your own,

that special quality might come back.

Huh.

There's gotta be something we can do.

I mean, there must be someone who can help us.

There's no one on Earth who's even gonna believe us.

Wait.

There is one person.

There's someone who can help us.

Stick your finger in my ear.

I beg your pardon?

No, no, Mind.

We're gonna talk to Orson, you and I both.

But first, I've gotta plug you into my mind,

so stick your finger in my ear, hold my nose.

You mean I...? I'm gonna go with you into your head?

I-into your mind? C-can I do that?

There's plenty of room. Heh.

Oh, this is very strange.

Well, you should've seen the old way.

Hold on.

Mork calling Orson.

Mork calling Orson.

I think that's how it goes. Yeah.

Uh, come in, big buddy.

Uh, Mork calling Orson.

Come in, Orson.

Wow! I mean, who would ever believe this?

I'm inside an actual head.

Huh. It just doesn't seem possible,

but here I am, Mindy McConnell,

who's never even been to New York. Ha-ha.

Silence. Oh!

Somebody else is in here.

Oh, it's just Orson.

See?

Oh.

Sir, I-I-I brought my friend Mindy

to talk to you.

An Earthling in your mind?

This is highly unusual, Mork.

Oh, I-I know that, sir, but it's very important. I...

I couldn't do it by myself.

I-I seem to be losing my Orkan-ness.

Tell him, hon.

Oh.

Hi, uh, sir.

O-Orson. Orson.

Sir. Obesity. Sir.

You know nothing. No.

Um... uh... see, the...

The problem seems to be that, um,

Mork has been around me so much, he's...

He's become too much of an Earthling.

Is that true, Mork?

Uh, yes sirree, Bob.

This is very serious.

It sounds like you're afflicted with observer's syndrome.

What's that?

It can happen when an observer spends too much time

on another planet.

He starts to become like the creatures there.

Unless Mork can be cured, he'll have to be ostracized.

Ostracized? Oh.

Uh, d-d-does that mean, like, cast out?

He will be returned to Ork,

where he will be stripped of his name, his honor,

and his uniform.

Oh.

Then he will be sprayed purple

and doomed to wander his homeland forever

as a fallen Orkan.

Oh, no.

It's awful, Mind.

I mean, no one ever talks to you when you're purple,

and the police always hassle you.

Oh, what have I done?

Perhaps irreparable harm.

B-but you said there was a cure.

Possibly.

I'll have to arrange for Mork to be visited

by the most exalted elder on Ork.

He is very old and very wise,

and he knows all there is to know about Orkan culture.

If anyone can possibly retrain Mork in Orkan ways,

it's the ancient one.

Oh.

Oh, i-it's gotta work, sir. I...

I-I don't wanna be purple.

Orson signing off.

Oh.

Uh, goodbye, sir.

Ni-ni, ni-ni.

That's "Na-no, na-no." Really?

I will tell the elder to pack quickly.

That's right, Dad. You heard it.

I was inside Mork's mind,

and I actually talked to Orson.

Well, yeah, he said that he's gonna send down an elder.

Oh, yeah, a very wise and very old man

who's gonna try to teach Mork how to...

To get back to the way he was.

Hmm. If it doesn't work, they're gonna paint him purple,

and I'll never see him again.

He's at work at the daycare center.

Might be the last time he gets to see his little friends.

All right, little neighbors,

let's gather around the neighborhood.

Come on, here we go.

Let's go sit around Mr. Table.

We have another story today.

I'm sorry about yesterday's story.

That was one by Stephen King,

and nap time didn't go very well, did it?

Okay, today we have kind of a fable.

That's kind of a funny story.

Once, a long time ago,

in a faraway land...

maybe even a planet, I don't know...

Let's just leave it at that.

There lived a little, fuzzy creature named Grom.

And he lived in a little hole, kind of like a condominium.

And one day a big, fuzzy Lump Lump

came and knocked on the door

and said, "You have to leave."

So, what did you say?

Well, how...?

How'd you know it was me? Heh-heh.

Because you're fuzzy.

All right, kids, you got me.

I'll give it to you straight from the hip.

I got problems, real problems, and I need your help.

We'll help you.

Yeah, we always do.

Let it out, big guy. It's eating you up.

Thanks, Lola.

All right, well, it's...

It's Mindy.

I knew it. Girl troubles.

Girls are always trouble.

Put a snake in her bed.

Show some sensitivity.

The man's got grief.

Yeah.

Well, see, Mindy wants me to leave, and...

And I don't want to.

Leave? Why would you have to leave?

Well, it's kinda like... You know when you...?

You put pudding in the icebox for a long time,

and it gets real hairy?

Forget that one.

And don't tell Mommy and Daddy

I told you that one, either.

Um, well, I-I used to be one way,

and now I'm something different,

kinda like when root beer goes flat, you know?

Well... Heh-heh.

I-I-I wanna find out, well...

how I was.

I don't understand.

Me, either.

When do we eat?

Not now, Stephanie.

Uncle Maury has the floor right now.

Ah, stuff it.

We'll have to pluck a lot of the petals

off your courtesy flower.

Um, basically, I...

I want to find out, wha...

Well, what I was like before.

We'd like to help you, Mork, but we don't know how you was.

Yeah, we just met you when you came to work here.

I know. Why don't you ask Mindy what you used to be like?

Well, I did, and I can't see how anybody would be like that

and not be coming in on three engines.

You could find out what you were like

from other people who knew you before.

Yeah. You mean, like, ask my friends?

Of course. One person isn't an accurate sampling.

Poll your friends for an in-depth profile.

That's an excellent idea, Lola.

Can I ask you one question?

Are you dating Walter Cronkite?

Good luck, ancient one.

You are Mork's only hope.

Well, how do you like the place?

Catch the sign out front? DaVinci's.

I named it for us. Heh.

Tell him your new slogan, Remo.

Sure, Sis.

DaVinci's Restaurant:

Have your last supper here.

That's really artful. Heh.

Where do you get those ideas?

Ah, well...

I... I have a problem.

I'm... I'm... I'm taking a little opinion poll.

Do you remember what I was like before?

You don't wanna know that.

Uh, well... Ha-ha.

I always thought you were fun, uh,

kind of unpredictable, silly.

Goofy. Remo!

No, no. I meant, uh,

nice goofy.

Oh, I see. Goofy with a side of nice.

A little restaurant humor.

Hi, Nelson.

Uh, table for one?

Well, actually, I'm supposed to meet a friend here,

the, uh, widow Comstock?

A woman in black? Um, she was sitting right here.

I-I think she's in the washroom.

That's her. Poor thing.

She misses her late husband so very much.

She's in mourning.

Oh, no. I've got a woman weeping in my new bathroom.

Nelson, can you help a friend in need?

Sure, Mork.

Come. Let us sit together.

Oh, thank you.

Nelson, I'd like to get back to my former self.

I mean, the way I was.

I mean, you did it.

What's the secret?

I had to.

Losing that election

showed me what kind of a shallow person I was.

So I joined this group that's teaching me

to think positive and feel good about myself.

Oh, Nelson, here I am.

Mork, I'd like you to meet the widow Comstock.

Hi, Mork.

Hi, wid.

Oh, that's cute.

Nobody's ever called me "wid" before.

But then, I've only had the title for a few months.

See, uh, we were assigned to each other, uh,

from the group.

Kinda like the buddy system.

She reminds me to think positive,

and I remind her not to feel grief.

Oh, I see. You buoy up the girl.

Nelson has given me the moral strength to go on

after my husband, Randolph...

Ye-e-s. Ye-e-s, ye-e-s!

Thank you, Nelson.

Oh, it's been a tortured four months,

but Randolph made me promise that if he ever went before me,

I would never lose that special sparkle

he cherished so much.

The skiing,

the sailing,

the mariachis at midnight.

Olé.

W-what's the matter?

Your face.

There's something about it that reminds me of Randolph.

Oh. Is...? Is this one better?

Oh... Oh, I don't mind being reminded.

In fact, every day I wear black in memory of him.

That's why I'm wearing this.

Was that one of his?

Hmph.

Mork, this brave woman has truly inspired me

with her spontaneous vitality.

Oh, spontaneous.

That's what Mindy wants from me. She wants...

Are you really spontaneous?

Oh, I don't know. Hee-hee.

Nelson, let's skip dinner

and dune buggy to the border.

Ye-e-s!

Oh, that's it.

Let's see. We got "weird," "unpredictable,"

"goofy with a side of nice," "ye-e-s"!

Oh, no wonder Mindy misses me.

Oh, I'm gonna get ready now.

♪ New Mork, new Mork ♪

New Mork, new Mork!

What are you doing?

Weird enough for you, hon?

What?

Oh, nothing. Titter, titter.

Oh.

I'm just being a little silly,

unpredictable, wild and goofy,

like my friends said I used to be.

Here... Here's a little goofy.

Oh, ho-ho-ho.

Minnie, how come you only have three fingers?

Whoo!

Mork, are you trying to...?

No, no, Min. You even haven't seen...

You haven't seen spontaneous yet.

Min, let's take a bus all the way to Denver

and have a lot of daiquiris.

Come on.

Whoa! Noo-noo. Ha-ha-ha.

Whoa.

Mork, Mork.

Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!

Oh, Mork.

Mork, this isn't you.

Don't you see? You're being too obvious.

It's not gonna fool the elder.

No.

And you don't have to perform for me.

I'm your friend.

I just wanna try to help you to find your old self.

Yeah, but I...

I guess I've run out of places to look, Mind.

Tsk.

I'm just sorry I couldn't be grateful

for what I had.

I'm sorry I let it get away.

Oh, Mork, I don't want you to be purple.

What a strange thing to say to somebody.

What's that?

Either Led Zeppelin's playing nearby, or he's here.

Oh, the elder? Yeah.

Oh, the ancient one is here.

Oh, Mork, what do I say? How do I act?

Well, just be very respectful to the old coot.

Okay.

Um, it's all right.

Remain calm.

Remain calm. Remain calm.

Whoa.

Mind,

he's older than I thought.

Your eminence.

Your eminence, he who knows all.

Boop!

He's speaking some kind of foreign language, Min.

I think it's Orkan.

Oh, of course.

Oh.

What's he saying?

I was hoping you'd know.

Does he speak English?

I'll ask him.

Do you speak English?

Uh, please.

Bing!

I can speak any language I choose.

Oh.

Mork, I don't get it.

You said somebody very old was coming.

How old are you?

Seven microbleams.

Or in Earth years...

86.

Eighty-six?

Well, he looks like a 10-year-old kid.

On Ork, the aging process is reversed.

It's kinda like Dick Clark.

You see, we are born in a test tube,

fully-grown, gray-haired and wrinkled.

That way, we are treated with respect from day one.

And baby-shoe bronzing is really expensive.

Now, as you grow older,

we start to look younger.

We get smaller and cuter.

That way, all the people wanna keep their old folks at home.

Oh, that's nice...

Yeah. - -in a weird sort of way.

Let's get on with the training.

Oh.

Ah-ah. Oh-oh.

Ah. O-oh!

According to the meter, you're only 17 percent Orkan.

Mork, if you are not a full Orkan

by the time I'm finished here,

you will be ostracized.

Oh, no.

The disgrace, the shame,

and the shanda of it all.

To be purple.

To be purple in winter too.

Purple doesn't go well with goosebumps.

Um, is...? Is there anything I-I can do to help?

You've done enough, culture-sapper.

Go away. What?

Wait a minute, buster. This is my house.

Who do you think you are?

My name is:

I beg your pardon?

Uh, I think he said his name was:

What a rude planet.

You've turned him into an Earthling.

Now leave us alone

so I can put the "Ork" back in Mork.

Oh, she meant no harm, your eminence.

She robbed us of an Orkan.

Oh, Mork, he's right.

I guess I have done enough already.

I'll just go back and wait in the room.

Good luck.

Oh, big kiss.

Not now.

I-I feel really bad for her, sir.

Orkans do not have feelings, infidel.

Now we shall begin with something basic.

Hit your head against that wall.

Right.

I do not know any Libyans, and I have not cashed the checks.

Okay. How did I do?

Incorrect.

You did not say, "Shazbot."

Oh. Again.

Shazbot!

Ha-ha-ha!

Howard, I lost. It was my thyroid.

Wrong. Huh?

Pain first, shazbot second.

All right.

I can see why you're the elder.

Again.

Shazbot!

Let's move Laverne and Shirley to Thursday night, okay?

Ah-ha!

You mean there's really another Orkan up there?

Yeah! Oh, Dad, it's crazy.

They've been unloading a whole fleet of cargo eggs

and taking strange-looking stuff into the attic.

You're living with two Orkans?

Oh, Dad, if Mork fails his Orkan training,

I'll never forgive myself.

He'll make it, honey. He's doing it for you.

You watch. Soon he'll be the same fella

who used to lie on the lawn, shampooing caterpillars.

I just feel so helpless.

I mean, he's going through so much,

and I can't even be up there with him.

Why not?

Because that old coot won't let me.

Well, honey, if Mork needs you,

maybe you should be up there to help him.

Well, yeah.

But I feel like an intruder in my own house.

And... And who knows what's even arriving in those eggs?

You sound like you're a little scared.

I am, but I'm...

But I'm scared for Mork, not for me.

And he just might fail that test.

Well, it... It never hurts

to bring an apple to the teacher,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah.

If you want me to, I'll go up there with you.

No.

No, thanks, Dad.

He's my alien.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. Okay.

Well, I guess I can go, then.

All right, now, look, if you need me,

I'll be home hiding under the bed.

Humor.

Ar-ar-ar-ar-ar.

Bye.

Stop.

It's a pure Orkan environment up there,

and you're not going to spoil it.

Listen, uh, uh:

See, you and I have gotta have a little talk.

Now, I care about Mork, and...

And I want him to be Orkan again just as badly as you do.

I mean, I think, uh, Orkans are great!

They're terrific.

But you just gotta let me help him, do you understand?

Oh, pardon me.

Can't take this excitement.

I'm not a young man anymore.

All right. You may go.

Oh! Thank you, uh...

But you must not contaminate what we have up there

with your Earthliness.

Put this on.

Is this gonna fit me?

One size fits all.

Yeah. Ha-ha. Well, I'll...

I'll... I'll be back there,

um, putting it on.

Up the stairs, down the stairs.

This planet's rough on old people.

Oh, hello.

You must be one of Mork's little friends

from the daycare center.

What's your name?

Listen, you little...

Leave here at once.

This is no place for children.

What are you, a wise guy?

Very.

How would you like to go for a ride

in my Cuisinart?

How do I look?

Hi, uh, uh, Mr. Bickley.

Listen, I came up here to complain about the noise.

Can't you play dress-up a little more quietly?

Where'd you get your outfits,

Frederick's of Mars?

They're cute at that age.

Let us go.

But I must warn you,

your upper level has been transformed into a world

no Earthling has ever seen before.

What's happenin', my man? Lookin' good.

I don't believe this place.

Quiet. He's on the na-no machine.

Hi, Mork.

Oh, hi, Min.

Wrong! Na-no!

Big na-no, Min.

He's firm, but he's fair.

Oh, you look good in Orkan threads.

I didn't know they made 'em in "cadet."

What's happened to this place?

You'd never even know we were in the attic.

Griblitch!

Griblitch?

Oh, griblitch means he's on a break, Mind.

Those elders have a tough union.

Well, let me show you around.

Oh, it's... It's really fantastic.

Aw, shucks. What's that? What's that say?

Oh, that was Orkan words of wisdom.

It'll come around again.

See, here it says, "Skeeznik kume kushbiya,"

which means, "Life is like a kushbiya."

Deep, huh?

Yeah, I'll bet.

Let me show you a picture of where I grew up.

You mean this is what Ork looks like?

Well, some of it.

They tore it down to make swamps

when they found out the earthquakes

were an allergic reaction to condominiums.

It's even prettier in the fall.

Comes so quickly too.

You too. There it goes.

Oh. That is amazing.

Well, the artist is really fantastic. You sh...

You should see one of his sunsets.

Here comes one now.

Oh.

Listen, Min.

Crickets. Heh.

Those are the three moons of Ork:

Lumpy, Squeezy and Jojo.

Oh, Mork, are all these things

helping you to become more Ork-like?

Oh, they sure are.

They all remind me of things back home,

especially my pet noggachomp.

Noggachomp?

It's the number one pet on Ork.

Even more popular than cocker frenkles.

Mine's the cutest little one of all.

Here, let me call him.

Bebo! Come here, boy!

Come here, Bebo.

Uh, I think he likes you, Mind.

Yeah, as a friend or a munchie?

Oh, no, no. Don't worry, hon. They only eat hair and rugs.

That's why political candidates on Ork have to be real careful.

Well... Well, uh, call him off.

Oh, okay. Here, Bebo.

Whoa. Ha-ha.

I don't know whether he's comin' or goin' most times.

Whoa. He's gonna dance with me.

Oh, I missed you, boy. I missed you.

Oh, it's a boy?

I don't know. I've never had the nerve to turn him over.

Uh, yes, your eminence?

Flatchnu!

Oh. Break's over, Mind.

Take a hike, Bebo.

Next phase,

you'll relearn your Orkan pledge of allegiance.

Put your hand over your hearts. Oh, yeah.

I... I pledge allegiance to my planet.

The rest of the known universe can can it.

Mork!

Watch out! Watch out!

What was that?

Killer Naugahyde. We call it The Sizzler.

Oh.

It probably thought you were Malibu chicken.

Oh, it was really...

It was trying to fry me.

Oh, that's all right.

You can only sit down if you have asbestos shorts.

Oh, you're safe now, though, Min.

Oh. Oh.

Get away from him.

Oh, but she needs me, sir.

Yeah, wait a minute. You didn't...

Boop!

Min?

Mind?

She checked out and took the baggage too.

You froze her.

You're more concerned about her

than you are about being an Orkan.

It's no use. Your training can't help you.

You're going back to Ork now.

No, sir, I-I can't leave Min.

You must.

Oh, after all these years,

you'll never know that I said goodbye.

Big kiss.

No, sir, I-I-I can't leave Mind.

We'll build you another one,

a more advanced model with a power seat.

No, no, no, sir. See, there will never be another Mindy.

You underestimate technology.

We must go.

No, sir, y-you don't understand. Mindy's...

Blasphemy!

An elder understands everything!

You young people have no respect.

Oh, I meant no disrespect, your fogy-ness. Heh.

If I can only show you what a Mindy is,

I'll kiss your tiny feet through your sensible boots.

All right, but be quick about it.

See, what's different is that she has qualities

that we Orkans don't have.

Sometimes she's happy.

Ding.

Sometimes she's sad. Ding.

Oh, Mork.

Sometimes she's fun-loving.

Ding.

Ding. Oh, you kid.

Sometimes she's inquisitive. Ding.

Mork, how did you get your tongue through the keyhole?

Ding. Heh-heh.

Most of the time she's caring.

Ding.

She's caring. Ding.

She's really caring. Ding.

Is something stuck?

Yes, sir, me on Mindy. Heh.

Strange concept, yet it has such a hold on you.

Well, sir...

you see, that's why I've got to be an Orkan, sir.

So I can stay here with her. I mean...

She means more to me than anything in the known universe.

I mean, is there anything we can do?

There must be something.

Well, there is.

No. It's far too dangerous.

Oh, sir, I'll risk anything.

I'd even shave with a live weasel.

I haven't done it in many bleams.

It's horrendous.

It's terrifying.

A last resort.

I'm too old even to consider it.

But maybe with her help.

Boop!

What happened?

With her help, I can possibly do it.

Do what?

There's a remote possibility

that I might be able to pull the Earth spirits from your body

with the ritual of the sacred eggs.

O-o-o-oh.

The ritual of the sacred eggs, Min!

Oh, gasp, choke!

Extreme fear.

Everything pulses through my body.

Mind, he's an eggs-orcist.

Uh...

With this ceremonial egg,

I will attempt to remove the Earth spirits

from his body.

I only hope I'm strong enough.

Why? What's gonna happen?

It's not going to be pleasant.

W-wouldn't you feel more powerful

if you were upstairs in your own environment?

No. We must fight the Earth vibrations off

where they're most powerful.

That's why it's so dangerous.

Earth behavior, be gone!

Mork, are you all right?

Mork's not here right now!

Maury's the name, Earth creature's the game!

What do you mean, my credit's no good, Lord?

Your grandma writes bad checks at Macy's!

The Earth spirits won't let go of him.

I must try harder.

Be gone!

Whoa, get that away!

Next time you get that near me, better be pantyhose in there.

Why, what are you doin'?

You're a gnarly little geek, aren't you?

Bonjour. Hey, bonjour.

Bonjour. Ow!

Oh, for sure, for sure...

Be gone!

For sure, for sure.

Be gone.

Mom, give me a Twinkie.

Here, kitty. Here, kitty, kitty. Here, kitty. Whoa!

There goes the kitty. Ha-ha.

Hey, nice to be here in Vegas.

Nice to be here in Vegas. Good night.

I know what you're saying. Hey, are you short?

You wanna go for a ride on my belt?

No, come here. I don't know and I don't care.

I wonder what this country'd be without this great land of ours.

I'm sorry, all I want is a condominium with a view.

A condominium with a view.

I shall return! I shall return!

Be gone! Be gone!

You can't. They're just tapes. They're just tapes.

Hide them. Hide them. Hide them.

Auntie Em! Auntie Em!

Well, do something!

I can do no more.

It's up to him now.

Oh, no.

Oh, Mork, please come back.

Mork?

Mork.

Na-no, na-no.

My name is Mork from Ork.

He's back!

The Earthly spirits seem to have left.

Boop!

Oh. Let me help you up.

Are you all right?

Oh, Mind.

I had this horrible dream.

I dreamed my head spun all the way around,

and I spit out Linda Blair.

Oh.

Oh, Mork, let me help you.

We'll get this off.

Look! Your hair's growing!

I'm back to my roots! I'm back to my... Na-no.

♪ Ne-ne-ne, ne-ne-ne ♪

Ha-ha! Oh, thank you, your geezer-ness.

He's just the way he used to be, right?

The Ork-o-meter will tell us that.

Oh.

Oh, no.

There's no place like home.

Only 93 percent Orkan.

You failed.

Prepare to leave for Ork to be ostracized.

Oh, no. It can't be.

No, Mind. We cannot question the wisdom of an elder.

Can we? No.

See? O-oh!

Oh. Mind,

something's knocked the pbht out of Pbht.

Mind, he said the ritual would be dangerous,

and yet he still did it for me.

And you did it for me.

Oh, and you did that for him.

You know, life would be simpler if we were selfish.

Let's see if we can get him to drink some juice.

Here. Let me, sir.

Here we go.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

It's all right.

Oh, he's not drinking.

Uh, maybe I should fix him some soup.

No, no. The noodles will get caught in his fingernails.

Oh, good. He's drinking.

What's he saying?

It's Orkan for, "He'd like a daiquiri,

and what's your sign?"

I was about to take Mork away,

and you wanted him to stay.

Why did you help me?

I had to. Y-y-you needed someone.

As a wise elder,

I have never uttered these words before:

I don't get it.

Well, it's...

It's called caring, your eminence.

Strong medicine.

I think I'm beginning to realize what a Mindy is.

Well, at least you understand that, sir.

Uh, I'm ready to leave now.

You're not a perfect Orkan.

Well...

And the rules say I must take you back.

Huh. Rules are rules, sir.

True, but you are not playing the same game down here.

You both taught me that.

I don't understand. Um, puzzlement.

A sense of disorientation, sir.

Perhaps if you were any more Orkan,

you'd be of no use as an observer.

You'd stick out... Yeah.

Like me.

You... belong here.

You mean he can stay?

Yes, oh, soft-lapped one.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Jubilation! Shiksalation!

Oh, fern! Fern, I'm back!

Oh, you too.

Oh, look at this. I'm back, jack.

Oh, take it easy, chair. Ar-ar-ar!

I'm sorry, sir. Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh-ho.

Thank you, your eminence.

I liked that.

Oh.

Oh, um, that was called a hug.

Interesting concept.

Why don't we have them on Ork?

Either we're too advanced or we don't want the Baptists

to know that we're dancing. Ar.

I must go now in order to catch the next time warp.

Oh.

But if I should ever happen to be in the galaxy again,

would you mind a visit from an old man?

Oh, anytime.

And we... We promise we'll write.

Yeah, as soon as we learn how to spell:

Well, na-no, na-no.

Or, as you Earthlings say...

Oh.

Goodbye. Oh!

Na-no, sir.

Well, it's nice to have you back, Mork.

♪ Just Mindy and me ♪

♪ And Bebo makes three ♪

Mork. Mork.

Oh, enjoy him now, Mind.

They grow to be 100 feet high.

Yeah.

He likes you, Mind.

Mork calling Orson. Come in, Orson.

Mork calling Orson.

Come in, Orson.

Come in, your grossness, your fatitude,

your inner-tube-ness.

Oh, lard and master.

Oh, how I missed those words, Mork.

Ha-ha. Sir, me too.

Glad to see you're back.

Oh, I'd be glad to see your back, sir,

but your front folds around and covers it.

Ar-ar-ar. Ha-ha.

I love to zing him, Beebs!

Music to my ears.

His eminence told me what happened.

It must have been quite an experience for you.

Oh, yes, sir. It was a very heavy philosophical excursion.

But basically, sir, after much difficulty,

I found the tree of me.

Good, Mork. Where did you find it?

In the forest of us, sir.

And where is the forest of us?

Well, down the path of change,

where the squirrels of self hide the nuts of inner peace.

In other words, Mork,

what you're saying is

life is like a kushbiya.

Ye-e-s, sir! Ye-e-s!

Come on home, mama. Take anything you need.

Basically, sir, I'd like to thank you, Mind, little:

And everyone who made me an Orkan again, sir,

because that's the way I really wanna be.

I'm glad to hear that, Mork.

Oh, me too, sir,

'cause I learned a very important lesson.

You can make your home anywhere in the universe,

but it's most comfortable

if you furnish it with your own traditions,

and I feel best in early Mork.

Until next week, sir, na-no, na-no.