Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Tom Servo:
Gosh, Joel, that biker guy sure is sleazy, but boy, what a vocabulary!

Crow T. Robot:
Yeah, he's quite eloquent for a piece of lowlife scum.

Joel:
Oh, well, you guys might be surprised to find out that a lot of the great thinkers of this century actually rode in motorcycle gangs. In fact, I've got a few drawings...

Crow T. Robot:
Oh, don't tell me, you've prepared a presentation using artists' renderings.

Joel:
Right. You know, you read me like a book. And anyone who reads a lot of books will know who the Algonquin Round Table was.

Tom Servo:
Well, of course! Alexander Wolcott, George S. Kaufman, Robert Benchley, Dorothy Parker...

Joel:
Right! Well, I've got this drawing here... bring it in a little bit, Cambot. Here's the group, here's their gang. It's called "Satan's Sardonics." Now, these guys terrorized the whole East Coast until one day they were unexpectedly wiped out in a rumble with the cast of "What's My Line?"

Crow T. Robot:
Wow, I guess that Bennett Cerf is tougher than people thought!

Joel:
Yeah! Now, when you think of a tough, macho writer who writes in a tense, hard-boiled style, who do you think of?

Tom Servo:
Uh... Truman Capote?

Joel:
Exactly! See? His gang, "Oscar's Wilde Ones" - they were leather boys - were all the rage until Norman Mailer's gang, "Hell's Egos," mixed it up with Gore Vidal's gang, "The Vidal Sassoons."

Crow T. Robot:
Boy, sounds pretty messy! "If they don't look good, we don't look good!"

Joel:
Yeah, there was gel and mousse for miles around. The carnage didn't end until they all joined forces and finally beat up... Dick Cavett.