In the bat of a
Misty eyelash, a straying goldfish becomes a link in the food chain.
she screams. "Don't let them do it now! HAR-VEE! Don't let them eat those
poor goldfish when I'm here! HARRR-VEEEE! You promised!"
life, Misty," Martin booms. "If I don't feed 'em, someone else
Martin hugs her
and suddenly remembers something he needs to do in another room. He picks up a
plate of strawberries and cheese and circulates to serve them. He empties
ashtrays. He struggles to get Damn Yankees wired into his third TV, out on the
pool deck. He pours champagne for guests. He kisses girls. He cannot stand
trying to draw him into conversation. "You're a natural," declares
Brian Baldinger, a backup offensive lineman on the Cowboys. "I saw Joe
Namath act at Granny's and he was all right, but he was just up there being Joe
Namath. You were acting, man."
Too Tall Jones
stops him. "Harvey, you're a natural," he says. "You blew me
believe it," responds Harvey. "My first play in Dallas and it's a
Too Tall is about
to expound on the art of Thespianism—having performed in Diff'rent Strokes
himself just last year—when Harvey remembers he needs to go out back to turn on
Two girls jump
into the pool with their clothes on. Like a six-foot-five whisper, Martin
disappears and returns with two women's swimsuits. "If they don't fit,"
he says, "I've got more."
"Harvey is a
smart guy," says Too Tall admiringly.