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(WHISTLING)

We were now deep
into the Mato Grosso jungle.

An almost impenetrable maze
of vines and trees,

behind which lurked
we knew not what.

Savages, wild beasts,

just waiting to hurl
their vengeance upon us.
Hmm?

I ain't never going there.

There's obviously
an element of danger.

We had sent runners ahead

to try to determine

if there were any
unfriendly natives
in the area.

But due to the almost total
lack of communications

we were forced
to proceed anyway.

When suddenly,
as if from nowhere,

this spear came hurtling
out of the underbrush,

missing my head
by just a matter
of a very few inches.

(AUDIENCE GASPS)
This very spear!

Must have been
one of those savages.

That'd be my guess.

Fortunately,

most of the natives we met
in the interior of Brazil
were friendlier.

Still, whenever I was
invited to dinner,

I never knew whether
I was the guest or the entree.

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

That was a good one.

Well, I see I've been
rambling on here
for a couple of hours.

You've been
a most attentive audience.

Now, if you'd like...

I'm finished with the spear,
Miss Edwards.

Certainly, Professor.

I was about to say,
now, if you'd like,

we could have
a question and answer period.

If there are
any questions at all

you have about South America

I would be happy to answer them

to the very best of my ability.

There are many
interesting facts
about South America

that I've been able to, uh...
To... I... I...

The... The...
The limit, uh...

Oh, allow me.

Oh, thank you, Professor.

Allow me, Miss Edwards.

(LAUGHING)
There we are.

Thank you.

Now, then.
Are there any questions?

Oh, yes?

I was, uh, very interested
in your early reference

to the flora and fauna
of South America.

Did I...
Did I understand you to say

that orchids grow wild
down there?

In profusion.

Pink, blue, yellow, purple,
all colors, just beautiful.

Oh, my, that must be glorious.

And I'll bet that's one place
they don't cost $5 apiece,
either.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Are there any other questions?

Oh, yes, Miss Edwards?

Professor, of all the wildlife
you've ever encountered,

which would you say
was the most dangerous?

Well, Miss Edwards,
I would say that was a toss-up

between a wounded leopard
and a lovely girl.

Oh.

(ALL LAUGHING)

It looks like Clara's
got quite a case
on the Professor.

Well, he's got everything
she likes in a man,
he's single.

And now, if there are
no further questions,

I will simply say,
"Kongo molo, bolo,"

which means,
"Good night and thank you."

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Now, for those of you
who would care to purchase
a copy of my book,

I Know South America,

if you'll just step
right over here

I'll be very happy
to autograph it for you.

You know, Andy,
I was wondering...

I understand
the Professor's going to
stay over till tomorrow.

Don't you think as Sheriff

you ought to invite him
for dinner?

Okay, I'll go ask him.

Excuse me.

Oh, that should be
very educational for Opie,
to meet a man like that.

Yes.

Oh, a fascinating evening,
wasn't it?

It certainly brought
South America to Mayberry.

I just want to wait
till they all get
their books.

I think it's my duty
to invite him to stay
for dinner tomorrow night.

Oh, Clara...
What's the matter?

Well, Andy's over there now
inviting him to our house
for dinner.

Why, that's a violation
of protocol.

Andy happens to be Sheriff.

Well, I'm Chairman
of the Hospitality Committee.

I think that takes care
of the matter completely.

Uh, well...
I'm sorry, Clara.

Well, if you come over
to our house for dinner,
won't that solve everything?

Oh... Well... Well, all right.

7:00-ish?
Fine.

That was fast thinking.

I never would have heard
the end of it.

Come on, let's stand outside.

There we are.

Thank you, Sheriff.
I would be very happy
to come to dinner.

Oh, good, good.

Oh... Who is that lady
in the blue dress?

That's my aunt.

Oh.

Now, Opie, only one helping
of chicken tonight.
I cooked it in wine.

And don't either of you
slam any doors.

I don't want my souffle to fall.

If fell last time
when we didn't
slam anything.

You want to take
that sweater upstairs?

Oh, I do hope
the evening proves
a success for Clara.

Oh, she certainly
is pointing for
the professor.

Betty said
she spent three hours
in the beauty parlor today.

Oh, dear,
I hope they hit it off.

(DOORBELL RINGING)
Well, I better get
upstairs and tidy up.

Uh, answer that,
Andy, will you?
Oh, yeah.

Andy.
Well, Clara.

Clara, how nice you look.

Oh, why, thank you, Helen.

I just reached into my closet
and grabbed the first thing.

Hello, Opie.
Hi, Miss Edwards.

Gee, that's the dress I saw
on Madam Olga's window
this morning.

Oh.
Oh, uh,
shall we sit down?

Wonderful idea.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Whoops, that's bound to be
the guest of honor.

Now, stand up straight.

Oh, Professor, come in.
Sheriff.

Did you have any trouble
finding the place?

No, no, I just took
a fix on the North Star
and here I am.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, Miss Edwards,
what a pleasant surprise.

I thought we were just ships
that passed in the night.

(CHUCKLING)
But apparently
on the same course.

Uh, this is Miss Crump.

Ah, to further decorate
the festive ball, eh?

(ALL LAUGHING)
Well, how do you do?

And my son Opie.
Professor St. John.

Hi.
Hello, Opie.

What grade are you in?
Eighth.

We already finished
South America.

Oh, we have a lot in common.
I've finished with it, too.

(CHUCKLING)

And how did you
spend your day
in Mayberry, Professor?

Well, exploring, as usual,
Miss Edwards.

I came across
a marvelously quaint
little spot, Myers Lake.

(ANDY CHUCKLING)

Oh, yes. It's a very
popular rendezvous with the,
uh,

picnickers.

(CHUCKLING) Oh.
Well, I'll have to
keep that in mind...

Miss Edwards.

Oh.

Ah, the lady of the house.

Professor, I'd like you
to meet my Aunt Bee.

Miss Taylor,
Professor St. John.

I'm most happy
to meet you, Miss Taylor.

So nice of you to come.

Well... Oh, Clara,
what a beautiful dress.

It's brand-new.
She just got it today.

I'm really most happy
to meet you, Miss Taylor.

Thank you. Um...

Well, uh, dinner'll be ready
in just a minute.

Why don't we have
some elderberry wine.

It's Andy's own recipe.

Excuse me.

Uh, Professor.

My phone simply hasn't
stopped ringing all day.

Nothing but compliments
for my having
brought you here.

Oh, well,
that's very nice to hear.

Bee. That's the diminutive
for Beatrice, isn't it?

Oh, well, I haven't
been called Beatrice
since I was a little girl.

Pity. It's such
a classic name.

In Latin, it means
"she who makes happy."

Oh? How nice.

There we are.

Well, I guess
I'd better
see about dinner.

I'll... I'll give her a hand.

Is there anything wrong
with the way I look?

You look just fine to me.

Well, why does he keep
staring at me like that?

Well, I think you've
got yourself an admirer.

Nonsense. No.

It's the way
he stares at me
that has me puzzled.

Like he's staring
right through me.

Well, Aunt Bee, I'm just
an innocent bystander,

but I think he's just
very interested in you.

No, no... There's
more to it than that.

I can just feel it.

(ALL CHATTERING)

I'm amazed at how
long you stay away

on these jungle trips
of yours, Professor.

It must get very lonely for you.

Well, really...

I suppose it would be different

if there was somebody
at home waiting for you.

Well, actually, I...

Uh, some more chicken,
Professor?

Hubert.

Hubert.

No, no, thank you.

I want to save a little room
for your Nesselrode pie.

Oh.

(CHUCKLING NERVOUSLY)
Opie...

Poor Opie hasn't been able
to get a word in.

Opie, don't you have something
you want to ask our guest?

Uh... Uh... Yeah. Uh, yeah.

Professor St. John,
is it true that Bogota

is still
the capital of Colombia?

Yes, yes, Opie.

And Quito is still
the capital of Ecuador.

Oh, well, what do you know?

We learn something every day,
don't we?

Well, how long do you expect
to grace our fair city,
Professor?

Well, I had planned
to leave tomorrow,

but I may change my plans.

There are certain
things in Mayberry

that I find more interesting

than anything else I've seen
anywhere else in the world.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Clara, is there
something wrong?

I've just developed
the most dreadful headache.

I'm so sorry, Hubert,
but I'll simply have to
go home.

Hubert, you don't mind?

Oh, not at all.
You run along, my dear.

Well, I was planning
to drop you off at the hotel.

Oh, don't worry about it.
I'll enjoy the walk.

Oh... Very well.

Oh, Clara.

Clara, I'm sorry
you don't feel well.

Don't be so naive.
I never met such
a bore in my life.

I don't know how
you can stand him.

And that brings us up to 1959

when I moved in
with Andy and Opie.

Fascinating.

You're staring at me again.

No, no, I'm not staring.

I'm just waiting
for another plate.

Oh. Oh, this is awful,

a distinguished guest
washing dishes.

But you insisted, Hubert.

Correct. But tomorrow
things are going to
be different.

Tomorrow we're going to
eat from paper plates.

We're going on a little picnic.

You and I?

Is it a date?

(CHUCKLING) Oh.

Yes, all right.

Good.

Well, I don't want to
wear out my welcome.

Guess I'd better be
running along, huh?

Very well.

Hello, Son.

Did I wake you?

(LAUGHING)
Oh, it doesn't matter.

Uh, listen, I have to stay over

for a little while in Mayberry.

Yes, I have a very
important picnic tomorrow.

Listen, Jonathan,

something very strange
has happened.

Well, I met
the most marvelous woman.

Her name is Beatrice Taylor,
and really, if I...

Well, I'll tell you
what's so marvelous
about her.

She is the carbon copy
of your sainted mother.

Well.

Andy.

How was the picnic?

I can't remember
when I've had a more
glorious afternoon.

Oh, well, that's Myers Lake
for you.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)
Well, see you
at 7:00, Andy.

Uh... Are you
coming to dinner?

No, no.
Taking her to dinner.

Oh.
See you.

(CHUCKLING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Well...

I hear you had yourself
quite an afternoon.

Hmm, quite an afternoon.

What's the matter?
You look like
you just saw a ghost.

I didn't see a ghost.
I am a ghost.

Well, what happened?

Well...

I don't want to talk about it.

Oh. I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to pry.

Well, aren't you
going to even ask me

what I don't want to talk about?

Okay, what don't you want
to talk about?

Well... No, I just
can't talk about it.

I'll tell you. Uh, Andy...
(CLEARS THROAT)

I discovered what
my fatal charm is.

I remind him
of his late wife, Ethel.

Oh, so that's it.

I look like Ethel.
I talk like Ethel.

I crinkle my nose when I laugh
like Ethel.

I even bake Nesselrode pie
like Ethel.

Well, that is a coincidence.

I'm not so sure I like it.

Well, everybody reminds
somebody of somebody.

I know, but it's very annoying.

Well, look at it this way.

The fine qualities
he saw in his late wife,

he now finds in you.

I know, but I like
to be liked as Bee Taylor,

not as
Ethel Montgomery St. John.

Aunt Bee, I guarantee you
that before he knows it

that unique personality
that is Bee Taylor

will come shining through.

You think so?

I'm sure of it.

Now why don't you run upstairs

and rest up
for your big date tonight.

How was the picnic, Aunt Bee?

Fine.

Are you gonna marry him?

Oh, Opie, what a thing to ask.

Was that such a stupid question?

Well, let's say it was
just a little premature,

if you know what I mean.

Yeah, well,
I'll ask again tomorrow.

(LAUGHING)
Why do they always
have slippery forks

in Italian restaurants?

(LAUGHING) You know,
Ethel had exactly
the same problem.

I think if we lived in Italy,

she would have starved to death.

Here, Beatrice,
let me show you.
May I?

See, it is all in
the wrist movement.

Like that, Beatrice.

Let me try.

No, I think I've had enough.

Oh, well, at least have
another glass of Chianti, eh?

No, no, no. One is enough.

The second glass always...

Makes you feel a little giddy?

Yes. How did you know?

Ethel was exactly the same way.

You know, I could
remember once...

Hubert, what do you think
about the situation in Asia?

The situation...

Now, really,
I... I'd much rather
talk about you.

Well, I'm very flattered.

But I'm, you know,
running out of material.

When you get up
in the morning,
are you grumpy

or do you jump out of bed
and start singing like a bird?

Is that interesting to you?

Everything about you
is interesting to me.

Oh.

Well, I... I don't
sing like a bird

but I am disgustingly cheerful
in the morning.

You know, I would have made
a bet on that.

(SIGHING) Ethel?

Exactly.

(LAUGHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Oh, hoo-hoo.

Clara.
Oh, well, hello,
Miss Gadabout.

I'm surprised that
you can break away

at the height of
the picnic season.

Oh, this town has big ears.

Well, Beulah Albright's
son Harold

just happened to be
fishing at Myers Lake.

And does Beulah know
where we had dinner
last night?

Well, it's no concern of mine,

but, frankly,
I've always thought

Italian cooking
didn't agree with you.

Neither does idle gossip.

Well, I do want you to know,
Bee, how happy I am for you.

Well, there's no need to be.

Oh?

Well...

Clara, are you my best friend
or aren't you?

Why, of course I am, Bee,
and anything you tell me

I'll try to keep
from going any further.

Well, to be
perfectly honest, Clara,

there's a big stumbling block
in my relationship
with Hubert.

What? What? What?

His wife.

You mean he's still married?

No, no.
He lost her ten years ago.

And she showed up again.

No. Not the way you think.

I'm the image of his late wife.

Oh, you poor thing.

You poor, poor thing.

Everything about me
reminds him
of his darling Ethel.

I'm a homebody like Ethel.

I'm quiet like Ethel.

I'm everything like Ethel.

Down to her Nesselrode pie.

Oh, you poor thing.

You poor, poor thing.

Well, Andy says it'll pass.

What do men know?

Do you want to live
in the shadow
of another woman?

No. No.

Then break it off before
you torment yourself
to distraction.

I'm your best friend, Bee,
and I say break it off.

Break it off.

Well, the way I see it.

There's nothing to break off.

He's leaving tomorrow afternoon

and he hasn't proposed.

Today isn't over yet

and I have a feeling
it's coming.

Well,

I'll just have to tell him
I can't see him anymore.

Hmm, I don't think
that would mean much
to the professor.

It'd just make you
that much more desirable.

Yes. Forbidden fruit.

Aunt... I was just thinking...

Maybe there's a way

we could get him
to turn you down.

But to him I'm irresistible.

Yeah, but you got
a pretty good idea

of the kind of woman Ethel was.

Have I.

Well, suppose
you suddenly became

the kind of woman Ethel wasn't.

Oh, Andy.

What a wicked idea.

Sorry.

Will you help me?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Oh, come in, Professor.
Come in.

My aunt will be down
in a few minutes.

Sit down over here.

Thank you.
There we are.

You know, I plan a rather
serious chat with your aunt.

Is that right?

Yes. I'm very fond
of her, you know?

Oh, well, she's a fine woman.

And I must admit
that not the least
important reason

is that she so closely resembles

my late wife Ethel.

Oh, is that right?

Well, she must have been
quite a swinger.

What?

Oh, you said my aunt
resembles your late wife.

Yeah, I heard what you...
Swinger?

Oh, Aunt Bee's
the kind of woman
you can't hold down.

She's just always on the go.

So your Ethel
must have been
quite a woman.

Well, that's strange.
I had the impression

that, uh, y-your aunt
was more of a homebody.

Well, she is when you can
keep her at home,

but she's always on the go.

New York, Florida.

She just loves
the bright lights.

She doesn't enjoy, uh,
her... her home

and puttering around
the kitchen?

Well, she does it
when she has to,

like, when we have company
or something,

but it's... it's nothing
that really interests her.

Hi, Hubert.

I've put on something dressy.

They've opened up
a new nightclub
over in Mt. Pilot

called the Bombo Pilot.

How about doin'
a little swingin'?

Swinging?
Yes. Why not?

Well, you know,
frankly, uh, Bee,

I had planned on
a more quiet evening.

Oh, come on, Hubert,
that's for old folks.

Live a little.
Live a little.

That's my motto, isn't it, Andy?

That's what
you've always said.
Right.

And I've got tomorrow
all planned.

We're going to go to the races

and after that, we're going

to the delightful
little roadhouse

called, uh, Patty's Place...

(STAMMERING)

I... I had no idea that, uh,

those things meant
so much to you, Bee.

Oh, you sound disappointed,
Hubert.

Well, no. I, uh... (SIGHS)

I suppose the time has come
to speak frankly.

Bee, I want you to know
that I still have
a very high regard for you.

But the fact is
that we seem to be

miles apart as far as
our personal interests
are concerned.

I mean, Ethel was more...

Then I suppose there's
nothing more to be said, eh?

Better be running along.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Goodbye, Hubert.

Goodbye, Bee.

Oh.

Do you think
we did the right thing?

Aw, I felt kind of sorry
for him.

Well, look at it this way.

If he thought you
were a second Ethel,

somewhere out there
there's got to be a third.

Hmm.

Professor.
Hmm?

Are you leaving?

Yes. I thought I'd leave
on the 5:00 train.

Oh. Well,
that would give you
plenty of time

to stop by my house
for a nice piece
of Nesselrode pie.

Well...
Of course,
we could stop by the diner

but I'm just a homebody,
you know?

Well, I...
Oh.

Now I feel better.

Hello.
Oh, hello, Andy.

Oh, Andy. I saw Clara today.

Oh, did you?
Mmm-hmm.

How did that thing
work out between
Clara and the professor.

Well, I gather,
nothing came of it.

The professor left yesterday
on the 5:00 train.

Aw, was she very upset?

No, you know Clara,
she bounces right back.

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
She's busy planning
her next lecture.

Oh really?
Mmm-hmm.

What's it gonna
be about?
Outer Mongolia.

You're kidding.
No, that's what
it's gonna be about.

Well, I can...
I can understand
South America,

but some guy talking
about Outer Mongolia...

Why would she ever
hire a lecturer like that?

Well, he's the only one
she could dig up

that's not only single,

but he's never
been married before.

Oh.