Saturday Night Live — S04E17 — Milton Berle/Ornette Coleman

00:00:16 OF TEXACO ♪ ♪ WE WORK FROM MAINE TO MEXICO ♪ ♪ THERE'S NOTHING

00:03:46 LAST NIGHT, I DREAMT DOLLY PARTON WAS MY MOTHER, AND I WAS A BOTTLE BABY.

00:05:45 YOU HEARD THE APPLAUSE? AND...

00:07:40 OF MONTHS AGO... AND SHE SAID TO ME, "MILTON,

00:10:13 HIMSELF IN, HIDES ALL THE EGGS BEFORE WE'RE UP. I DON'T KNOW.

00:12:48 YOUR FATHER'S RIGHT, SWEETHEART. OKAY.

00:15:16 THERE'S PLENTY MORE, JEFF. NOW, ROBERT, GET THIS ALL ON FILM AND BE SURE TO GIVE ME A

00:19:52 WHERE HE WEARS HIS KEYS ♪ ♪ BEND OVER, OVER AND OVER ♪ ♪ COME ON DOWN TO THE DISCO,

00:22:44 BUT THE NEXT PITCH IS A FROZEN ROPE TO LEFT FIELD FOR A BASE KNOCK.

00:25:37 SO DON'T TRY AND FOOL ME, ALL RIGHT? JANE?

00:27:54 KA-KOOM. OKAY, YOU GOT THAT? NOW, "TICKET TO RIDE" BY THE

00:30:27 GET BACK THERE? HA HA. JANE?

00:32:33 OKAY, OKAY, OKAY. DID YOU EVER GO TO A FUNERAL? FUNERALS ARE FUNNY.

00:34:45 AND NORRIS. BRANCH AND NORRIS? I THINK I SHOULD BE FRANK

00:36:43 I THINK I AM. YOU ARE? WOULD YOU GET UP THERE ON THE

00:39:00 ON McKINLEY. UH... IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS.

00:41:09 COME ON, WANDA. LET'S LOCK UP. LET'S LOCK UP.

00:43:41 THEY ARE HURLED INTO SPACE. THEY LAND IN A LAKE. A WRITHING BAG OF FRIGHTENED,

00:45:45 GREASY, LITTLE FINGERS WERE PAID FOR BY THE TORMENT OF INNOCENT CHILDREN, I RETCH.

00:48:27 OH. HELLO, MR. SCHNABEL. HI, BOBBI.

00:50:43 OH, WELL, GO SLOW, PA. BONE! WHERE WAS I?

00:59:27 ♪ THE AUTUMN WEATHER TURNS THE LEAVES TO FLAME ♪ ♪ BUT ONE HASN'T GOT TIME

01:02:28 SHE WAS A STAGE MOTHER. AND WE WENT ALL OVER. I PLAYED TOWNS YOU NEVER HEARD

01:05:56 SAYING GOOD NIGHT.