Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Happy Anniversary to THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW


As reader Matt in Westwood pointed out, CBS missed a bet this past Saturday night.  50 years ago, to that day, THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW premiered.    It’s not like CBS has such a powerhouse Saturday night line up that they couldn’t put together some kind of salute.  Especially when their colorized episodes of THE DICK VAN DYKE SHOW top the ratings the nights they’re aired. 


THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW, created by Jim Brooks & Allan Burns was, for its time, a perfect sitcom.   Great characters, situations, and writing.  There was a smartness and depth of emotion to the scripts that, to this day, stands as the absolute gold standard in sitcom comedy writing. 


Oh, and it was very very very FUNNY. 


Fabulous jokes that all came out of character and attitudes.   Some of the greatest TV writers of all-time wrote for THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW including Treva Silverman, Ed. Weinberger & Stan Daniels, Bob Ellison, Earl Pomerantz, Glen & Les Charles, and David Lloyd.   Talk about the ’27 Yankees. 


You could say, “Yeah, well, 50 years ago is a long time,” but that’s when MASH was launched and that’s still revered (thank goodness for me).  And ALL IN THE FAMILY was in its heyday during that period.  ABC (not even the network that originally aired it) saluted ALL THE FAMILY with two primetime recreations. 


Happy anniversary to THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW on turning 50.  What’s weird is that that show had a huge impact on me and I got to work with her when she turned 50. 

Monday, September 21, 2020

Last Night's Emmy Awards

 Here’s the best part of last night’s Emmy Award show:  An actual comedy that strives to make people laugh swept the comedy category.  Not a “dramedy” that has a few smiles or a quirky message show, but a real honest-to-goodness COMEDY.   So congratulations to SCHITT’S CREEK and all the Levys. 


Not only was it an unprecedented sweep, I hope it sent a clear message that comedies are supposed to be FUNNY. 


I’m told WATCHMEN and SUCCESSION are terrific shows.  Like most Americans, I’ll have to start watching them now. 


As for the show itself, sorry, I couldn’t get through it.  I give them credit for attempting a very ambitious feat, and Jimmy Kimmel did his usual solid job of moving it along.   But the bits were mostly painful.   And the In Memoriam section omitted my good friend Earl Pomerantz and David Schramm from WINGS.   And as blog reader Bradley pointed out, they also forgot to honor Billy Goldenberg, Orson Bean, Lynn Cohen, Paula Kelly, Jerry Herman, Terrence McNally, Saul Turtletaub, and I’m sure two or three more.  Disgraceful.  But they had 5 minutes to devote to that stupid bit at a race track featuring the cars delivering Emmys. 


I turned it off after the In Memoriam.  I so didn’t give a shit the rest of the way. 


I thought to myself, if you’re not in the TV industry, why would you be watching this?  And my guess is, not many people were.  Ratings have been horrible when you could see all the actors and dresses.     


UPDATE:  Last night's ratings were the lowest of all-time.  Only 6.1 million people watched, down 12% from last year's previous all-time low.  In key demographics it was down 25% from last year.  Of course, when not a single network show wins an Emmy that could be an added problem. 


I appreciated all the winners telling everyone to vote, but I’m sure they were preaching to the choir.  However, for those of us who share their views of compassion and justice, their sentiments were greatly appreciated.   Even the Canadian winners implored us all to do the right thing. (Another reason why I'm glad they won.) 

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Weekend Post

As if 9/11 wasn't already the bleakest day in modern history, eleven years ago on that date Larry Gelbart passed away.  He was 81.   He was a dear friend, mentor, and inspiration.   At the time I wrote a tribute for the blog.  It took me a couple of days.  I was totally devastated.  Anyway, I thought I'd share with you again my thoughts on Larry. 

In addition to everything else, he wrote beautiful eulogies. With his flair for words and wit and warmth he constructed eloquent touching tributes. I used to kid him that he had to live forever because no one else could write them as well. And now I find myself in the agonizing position of trying to write his. First off, let me say, it won’t be as good.

So rather than tell you what you probably already know – that he was the Mozart of comedy writing and recipient of every honor but the Heisman Trophy – I’ll try to share some things you might not know; some personal stories.

In many ways the hardest part of writing scripts is turning them in. Because then you have to wait. And wait. And wait. It’s a stomach churning exercise filled with angst and insecurity and flashbacks of high school. After a day you’re an utter basket case. After a week you’re confessing to crimes you didn’t even commit.

When you turned in a script to Larry at 5:30 he called you at home to say he loved it… at 6:30. The first Rolaid hadn’t even dissolved in your stomach yet. Trust me, this is unheard of. But that was Larry. Empathetic, considerate, a mensch. He was the kindest man in an industry that seriously frowns on that sort of thing. Fortunately, he had the talent to overcome it.

And despite his enormous success, he was just as human as the rest of us mere boulevardrd farcitiers. He arranged for house seats for my wife and I to see the original production of SLY FOX. Jacqueline Kennedy was sitting next to me. When I called the next day to thank him and tell him who was sitting on my left, he got very nervous. “Did she like it? Did she laugh? Which jokes?” He was thrilled to learn she did laugh, and I’d like to think thrilled that my wife and I laughed too but probably more Jackie. After all, she paid for her seat.

I mentioned one day in a rewrite that my favorite MASH episode was “the More I See You” with Blythe Danner guesting as Hawkeye’s former flame. A few days later I received a gift. In those days Larry used to write his scripts longhand on legal pads. He gave me a Xeroxed copy of his original first draft. And the Mozart comparison continues. There were no cross-outs. Every line was perfectly constructed. Emotion and humor flowed from speech to speech with absolute ease. How does one do that? It’s impossible! That draft (now bound) remains one of my most cherished possessions.

And by the way, he could write an entire MASH script in one night. He was incredibly fast. Stanley Donan was going to direct a movie called BLAME IT ON RIO. He was not happy with the draft his writer had ,turned in and asked Larry if as a favor, he’d read it and offer his suggestions. Larry said sure (Larry always said sure). The script was delivered to him Friday at 5:30. No, he didn’t call back with his reaction at 6:30. He waited until Monday morning. But he said he had so many problems with it that instead of just scribbling down some notes he took the liberty of REWRITING the whole screenplay himself. Unbelievable. Even Mozart didn’t compose an opera over the weekend. Larry said use what you like. Donan used every word.

A similar story: For rewrites we would dictate to our assistant, Ruth, who was lightening quick. There was a big Radar speech. Larry started pitching and was just on fire. We were in stitches. Ruth broke in, telling him to slow down. Even she couldn’t write that fast. Larry said, “Just get half” and kept going. The half she didn’t get was better than anything else on television.

Larry always sent thank you notes. Larry always dropped you a line wishing you well on your upcoming project. Larry always returned phone calls. Larry always emailed you right back. Larry even left comments on my blog. I half expect a thank you note for this essay.

His legacy will last forever. His work was timeless, universal, steeped in humanity, and brilliant. MASH will always air eight times a night, TOOTSIE and OH GOD! will forever be on your screens (be they 64” plasmas or 2” iPods), FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE FORUM, and CITY OF ANGELS will be revived as long as there are stages.

Like any screenwriter, Larry had drawers and drawers of unproduced or unsold or unfinished projects. In June he just had a reading of a pilot he conceived. Last year he mounted a play in Chicago he was shepherding to Broadway. At the time of his death he was adapting one of his films into a musical and one of his musicals into a film. So yes, he left behind an amazing body of work but still we “just got half”.

Many people who knew him felt that Hawkeye Pierce was an idealized version of Larry. I’d like to think one of his other character creations was a more accurate representation of just who he was. God.

Enjoy the work of Larry Gelbart. You will laugh until you hurt. And for those of us who were blessed to have known him, we will hurt until we laugh.

Friday, September 18, 2020

Friday Questions

Kicking off the weekend and Jewish New Year with Friday Questions.

June Bug starts us off:

Most sitcom heavy-hitters these days have become famous before joining the series - think Samberg, Janney, Farris, Deschanel. Are we losing out on undiscovered comic talents bc of Hollywood's reliance on bankable names? Do you think this shift is permanent, or is it just another tide-turning?

Networks have always preferred known stars to front their series. Now more than ever. You’re more apt to sell a pilot if you already have a coveted star attached.

So how do unknown actors get discovered? Generally, by being a supporting character who breaks out. Henry Winkler, Michael J. Fox, Christopher Lloyd, Kelsey Grammer, David Hyde Pierce, Jason Alexander, Michael Richards. The casts of THE OFFICE and PARKS AND REC emerged but had Steve Carell and Amy Poehler as the stars.

The bottom line is this: Networks don’t want to take a chance… on anything.

From Mr. Ace:

What are your thoughts on shows that used animated openings like I Dream of Jeannie and Bewitched, and could an animated opening work today?

Sure. Why not? Today, more than ever, animation is hot.

If you had a live-action pilot with an animated opening, the thing that might prevent the sale is the live-action show.

And of course, the big problem is convincing the network to let you do any kind of opening title sequence.

Kendall Rivers asks:

I love a good Heck family car trips which made me think that The Hecks have got to be the most believable tv family I've seen in years with genuine chemistry. They actually feel like an actual family which most other family shows of this era lack. The Johnson's on Blackish are just too mean and spiteful to each other, The Juangs from Fresh are too...distant? And the families from modern family are just messes. I feel like if their shows did the car trip episodes or scenes The Middle did I'd be bored to tears or change the channel. What about you? Do The Hecks measure up to your favorite tv families?

As I mentioned in my Wednesday post, I love THE MIDDLE. I often found it funnier than MODERN FAMILY. And it was perfectly cast. Those kids were all amazing. And Eden Sher is a comedy goddess.

It used to bother me that there would be a 30 second promo that would be 25 seconds of MODERN FAMILY tagged with “And a new episode of THE MIDDLE.”

And finally, from Rhonda Aghamalian,

Of all the actors you've worked with/had the opportunity to observe over the course of your career, which are the least like their best known roles/characters and which are the most like them?

In our movie, VOLUNTEERS, Tom Hanks played a preppy asshole, and Tom could not be farther from that in real life.

Same with David Schramm who played sleazy Roy on WINGS. David was a sweetheart.

And I would add Ted Danson as BECKER. He’s anything but a bitter curmudgeon.

On the other hand, Harry Morgan as Colonel Potter on MASH was very much like his character, as was Mike Farrell as B.J.

Happy New Year! I’m ready for a new year. Aren’t you?

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

EP192: The Man who Saved Batman Part One

Ken talks with Michael Uslan, the originator and executive producer of the Batman movie franchise. We’ll talk the origin of Batman, his revered place in popular culture, the co-creator who didn’t get credit for 70 years, the TV show, and first Tim Burton Batman movie.   It’s comic-con for the ears!  

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Soooooo LA

Okay, I just couldn't resist.  Thanks to Mike McManus for sending me this photo.

Guest blogger who's funnier than me

Of all the rants on coping with COVID, this is the funniest I’ve found. Eileen Heisler is a TV writer who, among other accomplishments was the co-creator and a showrunner of THE MIDDLE (a show that deserved as much Emmy love as MODERN FAMILY). This is an article she wrote for WryTimes that she graciously allowed me to re-post. Thanks, Eileen.


I’m so fucking pissed at Adele.

Adele showing up blonde and skinny and looking like Katy Perry is just about the last straw of 2020 for me.

Seriously, Adele, fuck you.

And while I’m at it, screw off Instagram people who are finding this to be the most rewarding time of their lives.

The sourdough bread people.

The organizing their kitchen in the colors of the rainbow people—I tried it. Made it through a shelf of cookbooks (I don’t cook.) and my real work clothes in the closet (I don’t wear real clothes anymore.).

The look on the bright side people

The started a charity people

The singing with full choir and orchestra on Zoom people

The “I don’t miss that two-hour commute” people

The “getting masked coffee to-go in town is just like going to Italy” people

Fuck off all of you.

Are we labeling our years now? I hear it’s Rebel Wilson’s “year of health.” Well, guess what? It’s my “year of decline.” It’s my year of not producing, of not keeping it up, of not not-eating the things I shouldn’t. I have not used this time wisely, I have not gotten washboard abs, I haven’t kicked carbs to the curb for good. I have not self-improved. I have not found this to be the most rewarding time of my life. I haven’t bullet journaled my way to happiness, or set a year goal, made yogurt in the insta pot, finally read Jane Austen, learned a new language or baked my way through the Huckleberry cookbook…. I haven’t.

In a life that has been driven for years by the calendar, my March through September was ripped out and thrown on the floor.

What have I done?

I have not gotten Corona.

I have supported my kids through this unprecedented wrench thrown in all of their works.

I have missed my son who I haven’t seen in seven months.

I have hugged my mom’s foot during a masked outdoor visit and convinced myself that’ll do for now.

I got my mammogram.

I colored my own hair and then went back to the professionals as soon as I was allowed. Yes, boobs and hair, I learned clearly those are the non-negotiables.

I ordered cherry pie from Michigan ‘cause I couldn’t go in person.

I froze the pie in separate slices so I wouldn’t eat it all at once.

I ate it all at once.

I zoomed with friends.

I zoomed with family.

I zoomed with work people.

I zoomed reunions of television shows I didn’t even watch when they were on in the first place.

I started Breaking Bad from the beginning again and binged it on my phone for three days straight until I was convinced I heard mariachi music out my office window.

I watched I’ll be Gone in the Dark

And Filthy Rich.

And the thing about the amusement park that kills people.

I had sex.

I had a dead squirrel removed from my lawn by the department of sanitation.

I swept.

I swept, and I vacuumed, and I swept again.

And I waited.

Waited for a sign it was okay to stand down my guard.

Waited for an election that better bring change.

Waited for anything—anything at all—to return to normal.

For there to be something precedented, something recognizable, something to grasp on to— Something that remained as it was.

Which brings me back to blonde skinny Adele.

I’m waiting.

I’m waiting for her to gain back that weight. So the image of Adele is once again as expected. So in this insane period where nothing feels normal, I can see brunette, regular-person-sized Adele and feel safe.

I’m sorry I said fuck you, Adele. I’m happy for you. I really am.

But I’m really not.

Improve yourself later when Biden is president. When I can go to a play and meet my son’s girlfriend and hug my mom and see my friends outside of tiny little boxes on screens. Go ahead and rock your blonde skinny self then, and I’ll support you, I promise I will. Until then, I just found a piece of pie in the back of the freezer.

…Want a bite?

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

The Princess Bride Reunion

Did you see THE PRINCESS BRIDE reunion on line Sunday? It was a fundraiser for Democrats in Wisconsin. I hope they took in $30,000,000. Most of the original cast did essentially a Zoom reading.

It was great fun to see them again. Most were terrific. Billy Crystal was funny again. Robin Wright still looked Buttercuppy after 37 years. Mandy Patinkin ate up all the scenery even though he was in a little box. (He acted like a caged animal.)

You appreciate William Goldman’s brilliant script even more just hearing the words. There was also a Q&A after that was fun.

I’ve had a few Zoom readings of my plays over the last couple of months (face it, that IS theatre this year) and have always been very happy with the performances but annoyed at the technical glitches.

What I found heartening about THE PRINCESS BRIDE reunion was that they had just as many or more technical glitches than my modest readings. And theirs was very high profile. But there were sound problems. Actors popping on when they weren’t supposed to. I’m sure if the actors rehearsed it for a week and it was pre-recorded and edited together it would have been more polished, but only to a certain degree. Depending on the lighting, background, bandwidth, etc. the actors’ boxes would still vary in quality. Sound levels would still be low or echoey, or distorted in places. Robin Wright held her earbud microphone, Mandy attempted to upstage anyone he was on stage with – and the point is, I still enjoyed it.

So perhaps the people watching my Zoom readings also forgave the hiccups and enjoyed them just the same. I’ll never know for sure because I couldn’t hear any laughter (a big problem when trying to judge the success of a comedy), but I was sitting at the breakfast table watching a laptop and laughing out loud at Billy Crystal and Carol Kane so maybe laughs do come through despite the lack of an audience.

I hope so because like I said, for now this is the only theatre there is.

Monday, September 14, 2020

Friday Questions on Monday

Making up for no Friday Questions on Friday, here they are on Monday.

McTom starts us off:

A college professor of mine (who was a first-year associate prof way back then, and is now a frequently-quoted expert on pop culture in the news) talked about character naming, and used the examples of Sam Malone "M-Alone because he's a lone wolf type", Diane Chambers "her emotions are chambered", and Norm because - "norm". Reading too much into it, or are characters sometimes actually subtly named for personality traits?

Happy to say in the case of CHEERS that NONE of that is true. No subtext, symbolism, or hidden meanings were involved in the naming of those characters. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

I’m always amused at how “experts” can read meaning into things that don’t exist. Of course, if dealing with contemporary work they could always ASK the creator. 

jcs asks:

Have you ever considered becoming more political in your work (TV or theatre) and going more in the direction of THE THICK OF IT or VEEP?

David Isaacs and I have done a number of political projects. A pilot about the White House press corps that we did for ABC and later for HBO, and a pilot about a mayor we sold to FX. At the time, both stalled because of fear of political shows.

How do you write something funny and satirical today that even comes close to the insanity of the current political scene?

But as you saw last week, I do write political plays, and I’ve written numerous articles for the Huffington Post.

From cd1515

Do those network promos for comedies really do any good?

If there are three funny lines in the promo I usually think “those might be the only three funny lines in the show and now I’ve already seen them so why would I watch?”

But if the three lines they show in the promo AREN’T funny then I think “wow if that’s the best stuff they have, why would I watch?”

When you were on network shows, what did you want a promo to accomplish and how much say did you have about what went in them?

Network promos used to be way more important when people watched the networks.

At one time they were crucial and producers fought tooth and nail to get as many promos as possible in the best slots as possible.

As for the content, that’s always been a big struggle because producers don’t select the clips – the promo department does. And either they give away big reveals or choose the wrong jokes or jokes that make no sense out of context. They were uncanny at that.

I just want viewers to (a) remember the show, and (b) be intrigued enough to watch it.  

Bob Gassel has this week’s (or is it last week’s) final question:

The only real continuing storyline MASH ever did was Margaret's engagement and marriage, why didn't they do more and would you have liked to?

We were locked into a time and place, which really tied our hands. The show lasted over four times as long as the actual war. On other shows characters can move, get in and out of relationships, have kids, change their circumstances, etc. We couldn’t do any of that. So it made it very hard to do long term story arcs when no one was allowed to evolve.

On the other hand, the advantage we had was all the research and all the interviews with people who served in Korea during that time. Most of our stories came from real-life events, and many were very unique to our series.

And we felt the trade-off was worth it. We told stories no other show could tell.

Friday Questions return to Friday this Friday. What’s yours?

Saturday, September 12, 2020

Weekend Post

One of the biggest laughs we ever got on CHEERS was taken out when the show aired. Not that big laughs are so easy to get that it’s no big whoop to just toss one, but in this case we felt it ruined the show. Here’s the backstory.

First season. The episode was called “The Coach’s Daughter” (written by Ken Estin and directed by James Burrows). From the title you can probably get the gist of what the show was about. The Coach’s somewhat plain daughter introduces her fiancé to her dad and the gang at Cheers and he’s a real boorish lout. (He sold flame retarded reversible suits and yet he wasn’t reputable.)

Sidenote: The actor who played him was Phillip Charles MacKenzie. For the first two days we had someone else and he just didn’t work out. The trouble was finding someone really funny but still likeable enough that you didn’t storm the stage. Funny/obnoxious is not easy to pull off. And it had to be someone who could step in and be up to speed almost immediately. My partner and I had used Phillip in a pilot we created. He was great. I felt worse for him than us that NBC passed on it for PINK LADY AND JEFF. So he was our suggestion and he made us look good. In later years Phillip became a director and we used him often on ALMOST PERFECT. End of sidenote, and no I’m not going to say who the actor was that got fired.

Late in the episode there’s a lovely scene where the Coach has a heart-to-heart with his daughter, Lisa in Sam’s office. It’s clear to everyone (but the Coach of course) that she’s marrying this clown, Roy out of insecurity not love. Lisa tells her dad that Roy thinks she’s beautiful. The Coach says, “You are beautiful. You look just like your mother.” It was meant to touch Lisa’s heart.

We were holding our breaths hoping it didn’t get a big gooey “Awwwwwwww!” Instead it got this thunderous laugh. Applause even. Everyone on the stage was stunned. We shot the scene again, thinking this time they’ll see it differently. Nope. Huge laugh the SECOND time.

Still, when we assembled the show we all felt it hurt the scene and ultimately the story. Kudos to the Charles Brothers for being willing to lift the episode’s biggest laugh to preserve the emotional core of the show.

Sometimes jokes can also sacrifice the integrity of your characters -- make them too stupid, too insensitive, etc. When that even becomes a borderline call my vote is to dump the joke. Same with jokes of questionable taste. Take the high road.

As hard as it is to write big jokes, it's always much harder to discard them. But the rewards are greater and you'll like yourself in the morning.

Friday, September 11, 2020

9-11 and David and Lynn Angell

You'll have to wait for Monday for this week's Friday Questions.  It's 9-11.  I re-post this every year on this date and always will. 

9/11 affected us all, profoundly and in many cases personally. Two of my dear friends were on flight 11. David and Lynn Angell. There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of them, missed them, and not felt grateful that they were in my life.

David and I worked together on CHEERS, WINGS, and FRASIER (the latter two he co-created). We used to call him the “dean”. In his quiet way he was the one we always looked to for final approval of a line or a story direction. He brought a warmth and humanity to his writing that hopefully rubbed off on the rest of us “schickmeisters”. And he could be funny – sneaky funny. During long rewrite sessions he tended to be quiet. Maybe two or three times a night he’d pitch a joke – but they were always the funniest jokes of the script.

For those of you hoping to become comedy writers yourselves, let David Angell be your inspiration. Before breaking in he worked in the U.S. Army, the Pentagon, an insurance firm, an engineering company, and then when he finally moved out to L.A. he did “virtually every temp job known to man” for five years. Sometimes even the greatest talents take awhile to be recognized.

I first met David the first season of CHEERS. He came in to pitch some stories. He had been recommended after writing a good NEWHART episode. This shy quiet man who looked more like a quantum physics professor than a comedy writer, slinked into the room, mumbled through his story pitches, and we all thought, “is this the right guy? He sure doesn’t seem funny.” Still, he was given an assignment (“Pick a con…any con”) and when the script came back everyone was just blown away. He was quickly given a second assignment (“Someone single, someone blue”) and that draft came back even better. I think the first order of business for the next season was to hire David Angell on staff.

After 9/11, David’s partners Peter Casey & David Lee called me and my partner into their office. There was a FRASIER script David Angell was about to write. (It was the one where Lilith’s brother arrived in a wheelchair and became an evangelist. Michael Keaton played the part.) Peter & David asked if we would write it and for me that was a greater honor than even winning an Emmy.

David’s wife, Lynn, was also an inspiration. She devoted her life to helping others – tirelessly working on creating a children’s library and a center that serves abused children.

My heart goes out to their families. To all of the families.

I still can’t wrap my mind around it.

So tragic, so senseless, and even nineteen years later, so inconceivable.

Wednesday, September 09, 2020

EP191: CHEERS trivia you might not know

On this week's Hollywood & Levine, Ken takes you behind-the-scenes with insider stories about the hit sitcom Cheers. If you thought you knew a lot about Cheers, think again! This is a must listen for sitcom fans.
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My 10-minute White House play

Here's a ten-minute play that I might as well share since hopefully it will become obsolete. It was slated to be performed in Sydney in the Short + Sweet Festival this past Maarch, but of course, that was canceled. It's a political comedy so of course I'm shutting off comments for the day. Enjoy.


MUSIC: "Billy Don't Be a Hero" by Bo
Donaldson & the Heywoods. ESTABLISH
then FADE.

A Secret Service Agent, INGRAM, in dark
suit with earpiece and mic guards a
door. He presses a button on the
earpiece and speaks.

Twenty-two hundred hours and Mogul is secure in the Lincoln
Bedroom. Over.

Another Secret Service Agent, LUNDY, in
similar attire approaches.

Agent Ingram? (extending his hand) Ronald Lundy.

(shaking hands) Agent Lundy, good to meet you.

Thanks. I don't mind saying, I'm a little excited. This is
my first shift.

I know what you mean. I've been in the Secret Service for
seven years now and I still feel it's a privilege every day I
walk into the White House. You think of the extraordinary men
and women who strolled these hallowed halls and well... in a
very miniscule way I'm brushing with history.

Oh, it's more than miniscule. At some point either one of us
might shape the very course of it.

What do you mean?

Sacrificing our lives to save the president.

You would take a bullet to save his life?

Absolutely. Wouldn't you?

That blithering idiot? Not a chance.


People on the Darwin List don't die that stupidly.

But... but that's the job.

Yeah, well, then they fire me. I'll get another job.

Still. Won't you be wracked with guilt the rest of your

God no.

You could sleep at night knowing the president died on your

Not just me. I think most of America would get the best
night's rest they've had in years.

We took a sworn oath.

Yes, and at the time I was prepared to honor it. But that
was when the last guy held that office. You realize who's
behind that door now, right?

Ours is not to judge. The people elected him and our job is
to carry out protection.

Again, you know who's in there? And it's not a bullet that's
going to kill him. It's that nightly bucket of KFC fried
chicken -- Extra Crispy no less. Alexander Hamilton had his
Aaron Burr, this guy's got Colonel Sanders.

Well, I must say in all candor I'm very disappointed with
what I'm hearing.

Welcome to Washington.

Still, I made a promise to my country and myself. Plus, I'm
proud to say I was the honor graduate of my training class.

We all passed the same tests. What makes you special?

I cry when hearing "Billy Don't Be A Hero."

That is the ultimate test.

I'm told I'm only the third one... in the last forty years.
But Billy was right to volunteer. The platoon needed extra
men, and if Billy didn't go for help who would and
(sniffling) sorry, I'm getting choked up again.

That's okay.

I promised myself I wouldn't do that.

No worries.

And his ungrateful fiancee just throws away the telegram --
that bitch!

Take a deep breath.

Am I allowed to say bitch in the White House?

Members of the First Family have been called much worse. By
the president himself.

Thanks. I think I'm okay now.

Anyway, you know the drill. Every half hour you call the
command center, and every hour you call Taco Bell.


And don't screw up the order. That's really why the Defense
Secretary was fired.

You're very bitter.

I'm protecting a man who only eats with his hands! And that
includes soup!

Would you at least take a punch for him?

A punch? Who's going to punch him? A terrorist cell hires
Rocky Balboa?

I hear that Nancy Pelosi can be tough.

I'd yell "Stop it!" How about that?

You wouldn't even get in the middle to separate them?

Are you kidding? There's not going to be an altercation. He
hears her voice in the hallway and dives under his desk. He
doesn't fit, but he tries it.

What would you take to save the life of the president?

Verbal abuse.

Verbal abuse?

I'd let people yell at me.

How is that putting yourself in jeopardy?

My feelings get hurt easily.

That's just nonsense.

Oh yeah? Anyone who likes "Billy Don't Be a Hero" is a

(offended) Hey, it's a great song.

For mindless sheep who just blindly follow orders.

It was a number one record in 1974. Number ONE!


Oh, and what do you like? Hip hop. "Oh, look at me. I'm so
cool. I like hip hop."

Fortunately, I don't like hip hop because you would be on the
ground right now if I did.

Boy, you are sensitive.

I told you. But so are you.

People have been making fun of that song my whole life.

It's a stupid song.

Okay, let's take a breath. We're two men with guns. Let's
not argue.

Mine's not loaded.


People could get hurt with those things.

Wait a minute. You mean you wouldn't even try to catch the
assailant who did try to harm the president?

Again, I'd yell "Stop it!"

Would you at least yell it LOUD?

I think so.

You think so?

I don't know. I'm not good in pressure situations.

I... I just can't fathom this.

The assailant has a gun, remember?

Yes, but so do you.

I don't always carry it.

Ohmygod! The president of the United States is being
protected by a Crossing Guard.

You shoot the assailant.

I will.

Do you remember how "Billy, Don't Be a Hero" ends? He dies.

For his country.

He dies. As in, there goes his only life. No falling in
love, no family, no Christmas, no Apple TV. Just death.

But when he was alive he was proud. He walked with honor. He
could look at himself everyday in the mirror. Even if he did
bad things as a child. Even if he was a bed wetter.


I don't want to talk about it.

Look, you do what you want to do. Just make sure you don't
put the rest of us in harm's way.

The rest of you? What do you mean? Other members of the
president's detail feels the way you do?

All of them.

I refuse to believe that.

The key is getting high. Then staying high.

The president is not safe at all.

Neither is anybody as long as he has that job.

Well, I'm sorry. I can't in all good conscience not inform
him that he is receiving no protection from those entrusted
to secure his security.

(shrugs) Fine. Go tell him.

I will.

Have fun.

You're not concerned?


You should be.

Oh no. I don't get to go to Mar-a-Lago every weekend.

Well, you'll be sorry.

(singing) Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your

Screw you.

Lundy ENTERS the room, closing the door
behind him. Ingram presses the button
his earpiece to speak.

Be aware that agent Lundy has entered the Lincoln Bedroom to
converse with Mogul. I expect the exchange to last no longer
than thirty seconds and end the way all conversations with
Mogul do. Over.

Lundy ENTERS, furious.

That son of a bitch! That lowlife barbarian!

I trust it went well.

The second I walked in he just started screaming.


And then he threw a chicken bone at me! No one throws
chicken bones at me!

That's the man you're taking a bullet for.

What? Not me. No way. Someone points an AK-47 at him let
him defend himself with a chicken bone. What an ingrate!

Ingram pulls out a joint from his
breast pocket and hands it to Lundy.

Welcome to the Secret Service, Agent Lundy.

Thank you, Agent Ingram.

See you tomorrow night.

(lighting up) Guess so.

Ingram EXITS. Lundy takes a toke then
presses the button on his earpierce.

Agent Lundy reporting in. Twenty-two hundred hours and
fifteen minutes. Mogul is secure in the Lincoln Bedroom.

He takes another big drag.

It is a stupid song.

MUSIC UP: "Billy Don't Be a Hero" by
Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods. Let it



Tuesday, September 08, 2020

Was that really me?

Many years ago I attended a college reunion of the campus radio station I worked at -- KLA from UCLA. A fellow member hosted it at her house and we had quite a good turnout. I remember going, seeing folks I hadn’t seen since we were all stoned, and a good time was had by all.

What I didn’t remember was a video that was made. One by one we were on camera saying hello and trying to be funny (with varying degrees of success).

Recently, one of these attendees got in touch and mentioned this video. I had never received a copy so asked if I could see it. She graciously sent me a DVD.

Like I said, I don’t recall even making this.

Two things struck me upon watching it: The first was how much younger (and hairier) we all were. That reaction comes from looking back at any reunion.

But the other, and this I didn’t expect, was watching myself. Since I have no memory of this it was like watching someone I didn’t know. As that person spoke into the camera I had no idea what he was going to say. It was a weird experience. (like being in the BOURNE IDENTITY)

For me it wasn’t the first. When I was a Top 40 disc jockey I never prepared for my shows. I know there are program directors who frown on that, but I wanted my shows to be spontaneous. And I figured if I couldn’t come up with one funny thing to say after a three-minute record there had to be something wrong. So I winged it and my shows had lots of comedy despite my lack of preparation.

Years passed.

Every so often someone on the internet will unearth a recording of one of my shows from the ‘70s and post it. And since I said stuff off the top of my head I made no effort to remember any of my material.

So it was like listening to someone else. I had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth. I have to say that half the time I was quite pleased. I’d think: I thought of that? Wow. But there were other times I cringed. I said some real stupid shit on the radio. Overall, it was somewhat surreal.

But the strangest experience of all was driving home one night after a very late rewrite, listening to the radio, and hearing a commercial. I thought to myself, “I know that voice. Who is that?” After about fifteen seconds I realized: It was ME.

Talk about an out-of-body experience. Yikes. Has anything like this ever happened to you?

Monday, September 07, 2020

For those who miss the Jerry Lewis Telethon

It was a Labor Day tradition for God knows how many years. For close to 24 hours Jerry would stage an all-star glitzy show from Las Vegas raising money for Muscular Dystrophy (a more than worthwhile cause).  The show was always entertaining in a mega cheese way.   Jerry presented the last gasp of Rat Pack-era Vegas entertainment along with healthy dollops of oozing sincerity and self-importance. 

The telethon has been gone for a number of years now.  Jerry himself is gone.  But I found this clip that in eleven minutes pretty much encapsulates everything the Jerry Lewis Telethon was.  The entertainment and the treacle. 

So for a few minutes, lets return to Labor Days gone by.  Oh... and wear a mask.

Saturday, September 05, 2020

Weekend Post

I love this.  Not sure if I have the right person, I think it's "Strafe Sawdoffe" (or at least that's the YouTube name), but it's quite well done and combines two of my shows.  Enjoy.

Friday, September 04, 2020

Friday Questions

After a summer of staying home, let’s kick off an autumn of staying home with Friday Questions.

Michael starts us off.

SEINFELD only had 4 regular characters, with lots of memorable recurring characters (even Newman only appeared in about 1/4 of the episodes). Did you prefer to write for shows with smaller casts or was it tougher generating new story ideas?

For the most part I like a larger cast. More characters give you more points-of-view and more stories.

The problem is serving all these characters. That’s why a lot of sitcoms with large casts will do two or more stories per episode to make sure everyone has something to do. That can be problematic.

I prefer on my shows to tell my supporting cast that there will be some weeks they’ll be very light but over the course of the season I will do at least one episode where they have the primary story.  And that seems to work. 

From Leslea:

Hugh Wilson (WKRP IN CINCINNATI) talks about no one wanting an aging TV writer. Is that kind of dismissive ("Please; you're so done") age-ism the norm in television?

Yes. Now more than ever.

If someone can write a funny script, I fail to see what their age should have to do with it. I can't imagine it being a reality that someone could say to you and David, "Yeah, those 'Cheers' and 'Frasier' scripts were great in their day, but things have changed and that style isn't right for contemporary sitcoms," as if you'd be unable to adapt. That some producer could hit you with, "Please, you guys are so done."

Some of these producers and network executives are so young they don’t even know of FRASIER or CHEERS. Yes, that sort of scenario does happen. Happily, I have nothing more to prove in television so I’m not looking to write for any current show.

But when I write for the theatre and an audience is laughing for ninety-minutes I know I’m not done… yet.

Were the sitcoms you worked on so callously dismissive of the previous generation's comedy writers?

No. Just the opposite. We were in awe of many of the writers from the previous generation and were blessed to have worked with quite a few like Jim Frizzell & Everett Greenbaum, Bob Schiller & Bob Weiskopf, Larry Gelbart, David Lloyd, Bob Ellison, Garry Marshall, Jerry Belson, Jim Brooks, Allan Burns, Gene Reynolds, Tom Patchett & Jay Tarses, Gordon Mitchell & Lloyd Turner, Bernie Kukoff & Jeff Harris, Stan Burns, and several others. We studied at their feet. I owe them all a great debt of gratitude.

And finally, Chris wonders:

There’s a number of tropes going around for decades as punchlines. Like "THAT went well!" or

"Character A: Promiscuous comment toward character B.
Character B (pleasantly embarrassed): Oh, Character A, stop.
Character C (disgusted): Yes, Character A, stop."

There's many more I've noticed throughout the years. They're bizarre little twilight zone moments, connecting shows from different times and styles, especially since they don't really happen in real life.

I was wondering, how come they're not considered stealing, since every writer in every room must know they've been done before when they're being pitched?

Well, it’s hard to pinpoint just who was the first person to come up with these tropes (and if you did would you really want to admit it?).

But I’d say it was more lazy writing than outright stealing. These tropes have become clichés and when you use them you’re a hack.

What’s your Friday Question?

Wednesday, September 02, 2020

EP190: The Inside Secrets of TV Research

Research plays a major role in what shows get on the air. But how does it work and what are they looking for?  Steve Leblang is a media research expert.  From dial testing to focus groups to measuring brain waves, Steve walks us through the various ways data is collected.  And he talks about how accurate those political polls are.

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Not all laughs are equal

Recently, for a Friday Question I mentioned how many of today’s multi-cams have fake laughs after every line. It’s both artificial and incredibly annoying.

The thing is: not all jokes are expected to get the same amount of laughter.

And that’s okay.

Whenever I write a joke for a project that will go before a live audience (either a play or multi-cam sitcom episode) I always try to gauge how big of a laugh each joke will elicit. Then I decide whether what I have will reach that level.

But each joke stands on its own.  Is it a smaller joke to help set up a bigger payoff later?  Is it a cute turn of phrase to take the curse of exposition?   Is it a reference that not everyone will get but the ones who do will love it?   Do you know going in this joke would get a bigger laugh if a different cast member said it? 

If this all sounds like “Diagnosis: Comedy,” you’re right. A lot of thought and projection goes into writing funny scripts.

It’s an inexact science to be sure. And as I’ve said many times, different audiences react differently – so a joke that gets a big laugh on Friday, gets a meh reaction on Saturday. So which audience was right?  A writer has to rely on his best professional judgment. And be ready to rewrite when he’s wrong.

No one was tougher on material than Neil Simon. He rewrote his plays constantly during rehearsal and out of town tryouts. Not to always get the bigger laugh, but the right laugh.

It takes craft and experience and maybe never relying on laughter that comes out of a box.

Tuesday, September 01, 2020

And now... the exciting conclusion!

I know what you’re thinking – what a cliffhanger!! To refresh, I’m writing an action-drama pilot utilizing all the great writing conventions they employ on these shows. Part one was yesterday.  And part two is right now. We're in the Golden Age of TV Drama -- why shouldn't I be a huge part of it? 


By Ken Levine


Previously on “Guns & Emo”…


This wasn’t in the brochure.

I haven’t eaten all day.

Let me pull up the blueprints.

I speak Turkish. Why?

This room is fine. Does the window open?

I need some new shirts. Do you think you could get me an employee discount?




The sniper is just about to squeeze the trigger….

When the WAITER approaches with Libby’s coffee. The viewfinder shifts to the waiter and a shot is fired.


The waiter drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

What the….?

Libby ducks under the table for cover. Rodney is already there, crouched.

Didn’t I tell you? This is why you always get a table inside.

Hey, gimme a break. I skipped GIA training because they needed someone with my body type to double for a double agent in Dublin. That’s always the risk the G.I.A. has sending me into the field on these dangerous assignments but it never seems to stop them from assigning me anyway.


There must be twenty identical windows.

Over there! That window.


This is a bad angle.

Awkwardly, Libby fires one shot.


The sniper falls out of the window and crashes to the ground below.

Well, there goes his Hilton Honor points.

(breaking into smile)
Oh, Libby.

They race to the scene. Fortunately, no one else is interested and people just cross by the body paying it no mind.

Libby and Rodney crouch down and check him out.

Herbert? Who is he?



Monitors show every street from every angle. This town too must have 10,000 cameras in place.

HERBERT’S COMPUTER SCREEN – A satellite view of the planet earth. It zooms right in to the dead sniper’s face. One second later this word appear on the screen: MATCH.


His name was Abdolreza Ghazanfari – “Cooter” to his friends. Professional sniper. His services have been used by Al Queda, the Russian Mob, and the California Highway Patrol. The number 34th most wanted terrorist in the world. Up from 57.

So why has no one ever take him out?

We think he also works for us.

Rodney begins patting him down.

No incriminating or classified documents here.

Let’s check his room. Maybe we can find out who hired him and who his target was.

Wouldn’t it be funny if it was the waiter?

(breaking into a smile)
Oh, Rodney.

Libby begins climbing a hedge to begin scaling the wall in her heels. Rodney fishes around the guy’s pocket and pulls out his room key.


Libby and Rodney are going through the sniper’s things. There are photos of his targets, including Libby. There are also files and folders strewn about with the words TOP SECRET on them.

What a break that he has Al Queda’s plans for the next five years.

(showing her a document)
Look at this. His boss, the mysterious head of this entire operation, the man we’ve been unsuccessfully tracking for over three years is planning to meet him here in his room tonight at 10.

Then won’t he be surprised when he finds us instead of him?

Yeah. I’d love to see his face.
Oh wait, I will see his face.

(breaking into a smile)
Oh, Rodney.
(dialing her cellphone)
Hi Craig. Listen, honey, I won’t be able to pick the kids up from school today. I’m sorry. Surprise inventory. They do that from time to time… Okay, twice a week. Don’t wait up. I’ll be in late. Tell Ally I rescued her favorite dress. I sewed on a new sleeve. Love you.

She hangs up and sighs.

It’s tough when you’ve got a family.

How do you manage this?

That’s right. We have seven hours. A good chance for us to sit back for a few minutes and reveal personal information about ourselves.

Then I’m going on a break.

Okay. I’ll start I guess. I was abused by my uncle at a family party when I was seven. Whoa! I’ve never told anyone that before.



…So when I hold this gun in my hand, it’s like…this is what my husband’s penis was supposed to be. Not some little pathetic ladies’ derringer. Know what I mean?

Yeah, well, it’s almost ten.

Gee, we didn’t get around to talking about you.

Next week in Zurich.

There’s a knock at the door. They both aim their weapons. A long beat, then:

Uh, one of you should answer it.


Libby opens the door. It’s SKIP, the man with the laptop in Bogotá is standing there. Libby and Rodney are surprised.


Where’s Cooter?

Have you ever seen Cooter before?


Libby invites him in and points to Rodney.

This is Cooter.

No, it’s not. It’s Rodney. He escorted me back to the U.S. yesterday.

Right. Oops.

You’d know this if you didn’t just split right in the middle of a mission.

That is bad form.

Yeah, where were you?

Do you all mind?!

You can put the gun down.

(lowers it, then points it again)
Wait a minute. If you’re here to see the sniper who was supposed to kill me then you’re a bad guy.

But the sniper could be one of ours, which means he’s on our side.

(lowers gun, then points it again at Skip)
Hey. But if he was going to kill me and you’re on his side then everyone is against me.

Or any one of them could be double-agents.

Remember what I said? You can’t trust anybody.

You never said that.

You said you were frustrated by the lack of trust in this business and he said “Never lose that”. It’s the same thing.

No, it’s not.

Yes, it is.

Hey, you’re supposed to back me. You’re my partner.

(points his gun at her)
Yeah, well… about that.

What?! You?! You’re with them?

Which still could be us.

Libby is completely confused. Rodney is just about to shoot her when…

A flurry of bullets enter from the window and kills Skip and Rodney instantly. Libby is unharmed.

The gunfire ends. Libby goes to the window.

LIBBY’S POV – the manager from Seattle’s Finest stands at the café holding an M-16, waving up at her.

No one messes with my help!

(breaks into a smile)
Oh… Seattle’s Finest Manager.



Of my action adventure writing career.

Monday, August 31, 2020

Who says I can't write an action show?

I've watched enough action shows during this pandemic that I'm ready to write my own.  Using as many tropes as I can (i.e. elements that will sell) I present to you my action series: 


By Ken Levine



(Actually New York Street, Paramount but some trucks and a well-placed burro accurately create the desired effect.) Crowded (within reason).

There’s a commotion. Someone is being chased. It’s beautiful, athletic, resourceful, tough-but-vulnerable LIBBY LANGER, dressed in clingy summer dress, toting a pistol, hauling ass.

Running alongside is RODNEY her young, good-looking, charming, self-deprecating, slightly-ethnic-but-we-don’t-know-from-where partner who is always available for a quick quip or another gun clip.

They’re being hotly pursued by THREE ANGRY GUNMEN with M-16’s. Thousands of rounds are fired at our heroes, just missing them.

While running, Libby turns back for a split-second. She fires one round and kills one of the gunmen.

CLOSE UP – Libby’s feet, running. Her high heels are a blur.


(into her ear bud)
Talk to me!



Hundreds of monitors line the walls of this high-tech monitoring station. Fortunately there are video cameras on every corner in Bogota.

HERBERT, nerdy-but-handsome, skinny-but-athletic surveys the monitors.

Okay, Libby. In about 100 feet you’re going to come to dilapidated shack and then a Seattle’s Finest Coffee. Make a left.


See it. Thanks.

I’ll have a half-caff with cream.

(smiling and shooting)
Oh, Herbert.

Libby and Rodney turn the corner, still dodging a relentless barrage of bullets.

Remember Libby. You and Rodney have to get that thumb drive of the secret formula of the undetectable nerve gas to your contact within the next 90 seconds otherwise the additional chip that’s been planted in it will detonate a dirty bomb releasing the gas that will kill everyone within a thousand miles.

Then they better make your half-caff quick.

(breaking into a smile)
Oh, Libby.

I see the contact!

A MAN with a laptop strapped to his back hangs precariously from a fourth story building.

I’m pulling up the blueprint now.

Not necessary.
(to Rodney)
Cover me!

I’d say that dress does that sufficiently.

(breaks into a smile)
Oh, Rodney.

Libby leaps up on a café table, hurtles onto the café awning, which serves as a trampoline springing her high into the air where she grabs hold of a clothes line and uses it to swing up to the exact spot where the man is holding on for dear life.

The winter morn is cold.

But the spring night is warm.


(correcting himself)

Okay. Just had to make sure.

You can’t be too careful. Not in this business.

Know what you mean. Guns and bullets I can handle. But this lack of trust… I dunno.

Never lose that.

Libby bounds into the window, turns and offers her hand.

Here. Grab it.

He reaches up and even though he’s 250 pounds and she’s 100 she manages to hoist him inside easily. They tumble into the room.


Good thing they make those laptop lighter.

(breaks into a smile)
I don’t know your name.

Ten seconds. Libby, if you don’t disarm that thumb drive it will set off a gas that will…

Yeah, yeah. Got it.

She hands the thumb drive to the man who inserts it into the USB port. Libby holds her breath, bracing for the worst. But nothing happens.

Done. It’s disarmed.

Libby collapses in relief.

Good job, Libby.

The door bursts open and Rodney enters.

(re gunmen)
Okay, they’re all dead.

Rodney, meet…
I don’t know your name either.

It’s better that way.

Oh hell, his name is Skip.

Your job now is to escort him back to headquarters. If he’s abducted by the wrong people they could use his expertise to recreate another formula he was working on that would cause half the population of the planet to fall asleep and the other half to tuck them in.

(checking her watch)
Oh. Rodney. Could you do this? There’s someplace I’ve got to be.

This really is a two-person job.

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek. He swoons.

Yeah… okay.

I owe ya.

She climbs out the window, grabs the clothesline, and swings out of view.



Dressed to look like a New York street.


CRAIG, boring-but-handsome, is emptying the dishwasher as Libby bursts in.

Hi, Craig. Sorry I missed dinner.

She kisses him.

They make you work too many hours at the Nordstrom Rack.

I know.

Why are you covered in dirt and smell like manure?

Uh… we’re decorating the loading dock.

(buying it completely)

(in her ear)
Good one.

Shut up!


Nothing. Thanks for doing the dishes.

No, problem. Hey, you free for lunch tomorrow?

Tomorrow? Hmmm. Not sure. Let’s talk in the morning.



(New York Street on Paramount lot. Sand and some bazaar tents should do the trick. Same extras re-dressed.) Libby sits at the Seattle’s Finest outdoor patio. She’s on her cellphone.

Hey, Craig. Something came up. Afraid I won’t be able to make it for lunch.




Tomorrow: Part two. Are you at the edge of your seat?

Sunday, August 30, 2020

Happy Birthday Annie

Happy Birthday to my daughter, Annie.  I love you and admire you and you make me laugh every day.   I'd get you a card but I'm in lockdown. 



Saturday, August 29, 2020

Weekend Post

Who doesn't love a little visual humor?  Or a reminder of the days we could go out into the world? 
They do charge if you want a rollaway bed for them, however.
This is for real,
If Pole Dancing becomes an Olympic Sport I see her getting the Gold.
From my friend, Russ Woody -- an actual sign in a bathroom in Russia.
Hey, it's hard to find crap that's really fresh.
Ana from 50 SHADES OF GREY -- her car.
An authentic newspaper ad.  Back when the whole family drank beer... even the kids.
Okay.  I just couldn't resist.
And finally, here's a photo I took myself.  On Ventura Blvd. in Studio City they have plaques on the sidewalk like they do in Hollywood.  But in Studio City they salute those great movies and TV shows that were filled there.  Including this one:

Friday, August 28, 2020

Friday Questions

Last FQ’s of August. Get ‘em while you can.

Chris Dahl starts us off:

I'm watching a ball game on MLB tv tonight and I've seen between inning ads for Applebee's that use the Cheers theme song.

Do you know how music rights work? It must have come up in your TV career and it seems a bit blasphemous to have Applebee's co-opt the good will built up by Cheers.

I’m sure Paramount, Charles-Burrows-Charles, and Gary Portnoy & Judy Hart Angelo (writers of the theme) all had to sign-off on it. And I’m sure they were all handsomely compensated.

I seem to recall the CHEERS theme used for a State Farm campaign as well. And an InnovAge commercial.

So this is not the first.  

From 71dude:

What are your favorite emotional sitcom scenes that you didn't write that you think are well-earned?

The final moments of THE MARY TYLER MOORE SHOW. And my favorite of all time -- the Father Mulcahy speech in the “Interview” episode of MASH.

Cedricstudio asks:

I was just listening to a podcast with a college instructor talking about a lecture he gave on comedy and joke structure. He said he played a six-minute scene for the class featuring Sam and Diane from the first season of Cheers. While the students enjoyed It and saw value in it, they felt the scene went on far too long and that you couldn't get away with that today. The consensus was that if today's young audiences (who are being conditioned by Snapchat, TikTok, etc.) had to sit through a six minute scene of nothing but two people talking, no matter how good the writing was eventually they would start to squirm. Do you agree? Any thoughts?

I’ve heard that too. It’s certainly true for some people. But I think you have to consider the context.  If the students had followed the show and really were into the Sam & Diane relationship I suspect the scene would have seemed more compelling.  

I also wonder if those college students would have the same reaction if the characters were their contemporaries instead of OK Boomers. Would they be more apt to listen and follow if they related more on a personal level?

So it’s not necessarily the pace.

Younger audiences do have a shorter attention span, or at least the need to multi-task when something isn’t hugely riveting, but I’m finding (especially during this pandemic) that lots of young people are discovering CHEERS and really connecting with it. Obviously, some episodes hold up better than others, but I’m quite proud of the work some thirty years later and still feel the series works, even at its less-than-frenetic pace.

And finally, Rory Wohl has a question about my long-time partnership with David Isaacs.

Even though you both are off doing things individually, do you still consider yourselves partners?

If CBS called today and said, "Ken, baby, the zeitgeist is ready for a reboot of 'Big Wave Dave's,'" would you immediately be on the phone to David with "David, dust off the ol' typewriter, we're back!"?

We do still consider ourselves partners and have reunited to do some pilots together over the last few years.

Despite our current schedules, we’re always on the lookout to find projects we could write and produce together.

Interestingly, when we do sit down to write a script, even after some time has passed since our last one, we fall back into our familiar rhythm and shorthand almost immediately. It’s like we just finished our previous script the night before. There’s no awkward “getting back into the swing” period.

If you know anyone at CBS, we have some great ideas for the BIG WAVE DAVE’S reboot.

What’s your Friday Question?