Mork decides to go change his shirt. He returns with his hair all disheveled in his eyes with a soul patch and a crew neck long sleeve tee.
Greco: hey, wait a minute…Mork…
Mork: Who’s Mork? I’m Chris Gaines…
Mayer: who the hell is Chris Gaines?
Greco: He’s Garth Brooks alter-ego
Greco: He’s Garth Brooks alter-ego
Scene breaks.
Everybody goes back to work. Later in the lunchroom….
mayer: what are you losers doing?
mork: shut up! its paper mache
mayer: more like paper ma-gay!
mork: uhho! rollin' with the punches are we?
wilford (in teh back w/ paper mache on his glasses): hey mayer, i got one. what do you get when you cross a dog with paper mache?
mayer just stares...
wilford: your wife!
mayer: youre right!
wilford: what? youre supposed to get mad
mayer: why would i get mad?
mork: cuz its your wife, man!
mayer: exactly. so what are you losers making anyway (mayer shoves the big bowl of paper mache mix so it splashed on greco's apron and part of his glasses)
greco: if you dont mind...we're making a mobile of the solar system
mork: how many planets do we have going anyway? whats that saying about my mother...?
mayer: i did her?
mork: shut up! no you didnt!
mayer: since we're talking about the planets, is that a ring around uranus?
greco: uh, the ring is around saturn...
mayer: not from where i'm looking, it looks like its around your anus. hahahahah
greco: lets be civil, people (as he dips strips of newspaper into the paper mache)
mayer takes out his cane from his trenchcoat and pokes will in the stomach and attempts to poke the others. he lets otu a hearty laugh: you guys are all gay! and then he spits into the big bowl of paper mache and turns around and walks out
mork: (huffing and puffing) man! hes always runing everything!
greco: its fine mork, well just make more
mork: i dont wanna make more! im gonna teach him a lesson
(from the hallway they hear mayer) mayer: smitttyyyy!
(mork rips open the kitchen door and launches the bowl at what he thinks is mayer) mork: take this, ya jerk!
smitty: (as the paper mache lands all over his face) what the hell is this? what is wrong with you?!
greco: i told you to leave it alone mork! (He puts his arms around Mork and Mayer) you know what guys? Life is short. Let’s forget about it and go out to lunch. Just the guys…
Mork: yeah man, Smitty you in?
Smitty all pissed off: no thanks, I gotta go change my shirt.
Mayer: hey has anyone seen the giraffe? He might wanna come…
Mork: no lets go get him!
The Giraffe is sitting in his office with the door closed. Mork and Mayer followed Greco quietly enter. They find the giraffe in a red smoking jacket with a pipe in his mouth sitting in an old arm chair in the dark with a dim-lit reading lamp next to him, reading a book. Then he looks up
Giraffe: "oh hi, didnt see you come in."
He appears relaxed with his feet propped up on an ottoman. A cozy fire roars in the background. Mork, Mayer and Greco almost trip on the mammoth bear rug sprawled across the wooden floor. Greco then finds himself face to face with some sort animal head stuffed trophy he stumbles backwards.
Mork: hey, giraffe, you wanna go to lunch?
Giraffe: oh, no thanks, I brought mine.
Everybody goes back to work. Later in the lunchroom….
mayer: what are you losers doing?
mork: shut up! its paper mache
mayer: more like paper ma-gay!
mork: uhho! rollin' with the punches are we?
wilford (in teh back w/ paper mache on his glasses): hey mayer, i got one. what do you get when you cross a dog with paper mache?
mayer just stares...
wilford: your wife!
mayer: youre right!
wilford: what? youre supposed to get mad
mayer: why would i get mad?
mork: cuz its your wife, man!
mayer: exactly. so what are you losers making anyway (mayer shoves the big bowl of paper mache mix so it splashed on greco's apron and part of his glasses)
greco: if you dont mind...we're making a mobile of the solar system
mork: how many planets do we have going anyway? whats that saying about my mother...?
mayer: i did her?
mork: shut up! no you didnt!
mayer: since we're talking about the planets, is that a ring around uranus?
greco: uh, the ring is around saturn...
mayer: not from where i'm looking, it looks like its around your anus. hahahahah
greco: lets be civil, people (as he dips strips of newspaper into the paper mache)
mayer takes out his cane from his trenchcoat and pokes will in the stomach and attempts to poke the others. he lets otu a hearty laugh: you guys are all gay! and then he spits into the big bowl of paper mache and turns around and walks out
mork: (huffing and puffing) man! hes always runing everything!
greco: its fine mork, well just make more
mork: i dont wanna make more! im gonna teach him a lesson
(from the hallway they hear mayer) mayer: smitttyyyy!
(mork rips open the kitchen door and launches the bowl at what he thinks is mayer) mork: take this, ya jerk!
smitty: (as the paper mache lands all over his face) what the hell is this? what is wrong with you?!
greco: i told you to leave it alone mork! (He puts his arms around Mork and Mayer) you know what guys? Life is short. Let’s forget about it and go out to lunch. Just the guys…
Mork: yeah man, Smitty you in?
Smitty all pissed off: no thanks, I gotta go change my shirt.
Mayer: hey has anyone seen the giraffe? He might wanna come…
Mork: no lets go get him!
The Giraffe is sitting in his office with the door closed. Mork and Mayer followed Greco quietly enter. They find the giraffe in a red smoking jacket with a pipe in his mouth sitting in an old arm chair in the dark with a dim-lit reading lamp next to him, reading a book. Then he looks up
Giraffe: "oh hi, didnt see you come in."
He appears relaxed with his feet propped up on an ottoman. A cozy fire roars in the background. Mork, Mayer and Greco almost trip on the mammoth bear rug sprawled across the wooden floor. Greco then finds himself face to face with some sort animal head stuffed trophy he stumbles backwards.
Mork: hey, giraffe, you wanna go to lunch?
Giraffe: oh, no thanks, I brought mine.
greco: are you still eating, mork?
mork: i cant stop! its so good!
greco: dont do it...youre gonna be sick
mayer: eat it! you cant let that go to waste! c'mon!
mork shoves the whole piece in his mouth
mayer: i think hes gonna blow!
Mork starts letting out a manly (more gross than anything else) bellow of victory with ricotta cheese flying out of his mouth. Probably attempting to be tim allen in tool time.
Greco: Mork, if you feel the need to vomit, you can into this trashcan at any time...
Mork: hey, is that a slide?
Mork starts running towards an imaginary slide in the quad. Instead he just passes out on the lawn.
mayer (standing over mork): that was awesome!
greco: no it wasnt! hes food-drunk. this is serious.
mork starts flailing around on the ground
mayer: well what do we do, genuis?
greco: mork, can you hear me?
mork: i dont feel very good, guys!
mayer: i say we leave him.
Mork: get back!
Mayer: he's gonna blow!!
just then mork projectile vomits all over greco and mayer
greco: i told you to use the trashcan!
mork: i cant stop! its so good!
greco: dont do it...youre gonna be sick
mayer: eat it! you cant let that go to waste! c'mon!
mork shoves the whole piece in his mouth
mayer: i think hes gonna blow!
Mork starts letting out a manly (more gross than anything else) bellow of victory with ricotta cheese flying out of his mouth. Probably attempting to be tim allen in tool time.
Greco: Mork, if you feel the need to vomit, you can into this trashcan at any time...
Mork: hey, is that a slide?
Mork starts running towards an imaginary slide in the quad. Instead he just passes out on the lawn.
mayer (standing over mork): that was awesome!
greco: no it wasnt! hes food-drunk. this is serious.
mork starts flailing around on the ground
mayer: well what do we do, genuis?
greco: mork, can you hear me?
mork: i dont feel very good, guys!
mayer: i say we leave him.
Mork: get back!
Mayer: he's gonna blow!!
just then mork projectile vomits all over greco and mayer
greco: i told you to use the trashcan!