ben cartwright had a colored guy stay overnight at the ponderosa? mouse, who is picking his teeth with a matchbook, squints at sam with an investigative look.
if you're not, how come you're making such a big thing out of it?
i know the guy.  they call him
yeah, he works with bagel.
you musta seen him. he hangs out with carly benelli, cheese .  you know, that group.
don't you remember, he was up at the corral one night when we were there.  he's a good dancer. you must have seen him.
i thought he knew him, sam.  i can't believe he doesn't know him.
he's a good dancer.
i thought you saw him. i was amazed, he does a marengay.  i tell you if i was a girl i'd be impressed.
i'm telling you, you just can't believe how well this guy does the marengay.
so what we've got is efficiency and the beautification of your home. cut to:
don't you recognize him from the corral?
i'll never forget his marengay.
i think you make a left here. tilley turns the car.
yeah.  there it is.  that's the place.  superior aluminum.  that's it over there. as tilley pulls up we see bb's car parked outside of the building.
hey, tilley, don't go too wild.
quick, tilley.  let's get out of here. tilley runs back to his car and drives away. cut to:
oh, this is going to be good.
'super highway'.
why don't we just split it five ways?
pancakes?
your wife's knocking on the window here. tilley looks to the window, acknowledges nora and points to the far end of the diner, she nods and starts walking across the front of the diner to the door.
we can always smash the juke box, or break in and steal the record.
maybe it's me, but i'm beginning to like it. tilley hits the ball and sinks the shot.
mr. marengay. he goes over to the office door, opens it and yells to tilley.
hey, tilley.  mr. marengay's out here. tilley comes out of the office and stands looking at bb.