Gunsmoke, the longest-running TV western (1955-1975), officially had 635 episodes.
However, a long-lost show was recently discovered at the bottom of my sock drawer. You may ask how that could be. Well, Groucho Marx once shot an elephant in his pajamas. To this day, we have no idea how that elephant got into Groucho's pajamas. Some things remain a mystery.
The bewhiskered Festus rides
into Dodge City on his trusty mule. He stops at the Long-Branch
Saloon for a sandwich and a cold beer. He is greeted by the
proprietor, Miss Kitty.
Kitty: “What are you having,
stranger?”
Festus: “A cold tall beer and
a sandwich, ma'am, and a couple beers for my mule.”
The tall and handsome Marshal
Matt Dillon enters the saloon. Miss Kitty's eyes are riveted on him.
Festus: “Is he your man, Miss
Kitty?”
Kitty: “I wish. What a hunk!
However, he refuses to get romantically involved. Something about
giving his full attention to the law.”
Festus: “He doesn't have a
sweetheart?”
Kitty: “Well, unless he has a
secret one, no. I've literally thrown myself at him, but he'd rather
polish his badge than kiss me!
Dillon steps to the bar and
orders a glass of milk. A bad guy dressed in black (not Johnny Cash)
mocks the marshal.
Outlaw: “You're a sissy,
Dillon! Real men drink whiskey, and plenty of it! I dare you to
drink firewater with me!”
Dillon quietly drinks his
milk.
Outlaw: “I'm calling you out,
sissy. Draw!”
Dillon: “I'm tough enough to
deal with you, bub.”
Outlaw: “Why do you think
you're so tough?”
Dillon: “Because I drink my
milk out of a dirty glass.”
Outlaw: “I meant no offense,
Marshal. I was just kidding about a gunfight, sir.”
After Miss Kitty introduces
Festus to Dillon, the marshal asks if he would be interested in a
deputy's job.
Festus: “Well, I don't shoot
too straight, I have anger issues, and I make stupid mistakes.”
Dillon: “That's okay. The only
other candidate for the job, whose name was Barney something, had been a
sheriff's deputy, but he was so dangerous with a gun that the sheriff
only gave him one bullet at a time.”
Festus: “Then I'll take the
job!”
Doc Adams enters the saloon
and sits down with Festus and Dillon. The doctor and the new deputy
take an instant dislike to each other.
Festus: “So, Doc, where did
ya' get your medical training?”'
Doc Adams: “I learned on the
job during the Civil War.”
Festus: “Is that why they call
you Old Sawbones?”
Doc Adams: “Why, you grisly
old nincompoop! Nobody calls me that!”
Festus: “Then, what was the
main thing you learned during the war?”
Doc Adams: “I learned how to
hold a patient down with my left arm while sawing off his arm or his
leg with my right one. I've found that this technique keeps patients
from coming in for simple or imaginary illnesses.”
Festus: “I think my mule has
more sense than you do, Doc.”
Doc Adams: “You scoundrel!
I'll cut off your limbs for free! Then we can call you Stumpy!”
Festus:” Matthew, since I'm
new here and all, how about if I treat you to lunch? You could tell
me all about Dodge.”
Dillon: “Sorry, Festus, but I
have a date with the love of my life. These roses are for her.”
Miss Kitty hears the
conversation. In anticipation, she quickly runs her fingers through
her hair and chews on a breath mint.
To Kitty's surprise and
dismay, Dillon walks past her table, exits the saloon, and heads for
the stables. Upon reaching his horse, he presents her with the roses and
then plants a big kiss upon her forehead.
Miss Kitty: “I wonder if that
Barney Fife fellow is dating anyone?”