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-Okay, Travis Dunn, you're up next.
Travis Dunn?
Travis Dunn, you're up next.
Travis Dunn?
No Travis?
All right, here we go.
Hi.
-Welcome to "Press Your Luck," Travis.
Oh, boy.
Oh, I can't believe I'm finally hearing those words.
Glad you're excited.
Tell us a little bit about yourself, okay?
-Okay. -Look at the camera.
Um
Oh, oh, wait one...
What is that? -A plate.
No Whammies, no Whammies, no Whammies.
Yeah, I love this.
Well, I guess that's it, Chuck.
No auditions necessary.
-No, no, he's not being serious, okay?
Just please tell us a little bit about yourself, okay?
Ready?
Three, two, one. -Whew!
Hi. I'm Travis. Travis Dunn.
And I am just so darn excited to be here.
I've never been to California.
I've actually never been past Illinois, for that matter.
I just came off a three-day trek from my hometown in Ohio,
a little place called Lebanon.
And I got to apologize for my appearance.
I swear, I clean up nice.
-I mean, you must be pooped, huh, Travis?
Oh, no, no, not at all.
The adrenaline's keeping me going.
I want to win the big bucks!
What is it you do for a living?
Yeah, I work...
I work in air-conditioning repair.
And sometimes, I drive an ice cream truck
during the summer when I need to.
Beautiful.
-So why do you want to press your luck, Travis?
To the camera, please.
-Honestly? -Yes, please.
-Okay, so every morning, I wake up to the smell of bacon
on the griddle, eggs on the stove,
and sometimes burnt toast.
Don't tell my wife I said that.
And me, and Patricia, and our little one,
we gather around the breakfast table
and we watch your show until I have to go to work.
It's our little ritual.
In the middle of an audition.
-Oh, can -- can I just say -- I'm sorry,
Mr. Carruthers. I just want to say
that you are -- -You're kidding me.
You're like a hero in our home.
-Oh, stories like yours help me know that my time's not wasted.
Not at all. I love the show.
I've probably seen every episode.
You know, if presents aren't allowed,
I can take the plate back. I didn't...
-Sylvia, can you please get the real Travis
a couple of T-shirts and let him know
that we'll be with him in a second?
Hey, Jim, can you get this guy off the lot, please?
-I'm not running. I just...
wanted to say I'm sorry if I caused any trouble.
Let's go.
This isn't even him.
Nice.
I swear, I saw that on "60 Minutes" once.
-Stories like those are why America loves game shows.
-Real people, winning real money, yes.
Huh?
I like the guy.
-Yep, 'cause he drove his ice cream truck from Bumfuck, Ohio,
through the desert.
-All right, give it a rest, Chuck, okay?
I'm in mourning. -Sorry, Bill.
I get it, you know. I'm not an idiot.
I'd cast the guy, but he's a fucking creep.
Oh.
-Shit, shit! Come on! -I'm not moving until you go.
It's broken, damn it!
Happy? You can leave now.
Oh.
Um...
-I'll be damned. You weren't kidding.
That's for sure. Hm.
Um, you fucked up, ice cream man.
I know, I know.
I get so nervous, and I made phone calls and sent letters,
and never heard back.
I just thought that... -Listen.
...maybe if I came here --
-You want to know why I'm Chucky's boss?
It's because I can see the future.
Tomorrow morning, you are going to wake up,
you are going to trim that beard and comb
that mop of yours, and you get a decent jacket.
And then you're gonna show up to this lot at 10:00 a.m. sharp,
and if you're late, so help me God.
Are you sure?
-We'll see you tomorrow. -Okay. 10:00 a.m. sharp.
-What the hell am I thinking? Um...
What the hell is your name, guy?
It's
Michael Larson, yeah. -Michael Larson.
It's gonna be $8.
Oh, you know what?
Um...
Jacket was actually damaged, so...
It's a thrift shop.
Yeah, all the buttons are...
-I can give you 25% off the jacket.
Oh.
You made me love you.
I wish I would have never walked into that elevator!
I wish...
Damn it! Line!
I wish I would have taken the?
-Stairs. -Stairs. That's right.
-Jesus Christ, who writes this shit?
-Okay, in we come. Come on.
Quick, quick quick, quick, quick, quick, quick.
Please. -Hold for the tour.
-Oh, wow. -That's it, in we come.
This is pretty neat.
-So let me be the first to introduce you
to our not-so-little home we love to call Television City.
-Okay, let's get ready, everyone.
-If you'd like to follow me this way, the tour will continue.
Okay, roll camera.
Now speed.
Action.
-Welcome to Hong Kong. Just kidding, of course.
We are still here in the CBS studios.
This is just one of the nine productions
going on here at any given time.
-It's a live set. Keep it moving, tour girl!
Hey, boy, watch it!
We broke ground in 1952.
-Cool! Are those extras?
-And here is our little corner of the neighborhood, Studio 33.
-Is this your wife? You can stay with her.
You can -- All right, can we send some more people down here?
I'm not going to split up families.
We're not that kind of show.
-Sylvia, one of your sheep have left the meadow.
Yeah, come right around.
Hey, Charles, I think you need about four more.
-Hey, you are not supposed to be wandering around out here.
You have to stay in the green room.
We've got a lot of nice people,
a lot of good people in the house.
Hey, Sylvia.
Listen, I just wanted to say...
I-I apologize about yesterday.
-Oh. Well, um, it was fine in the end.
And you're here, so...
I'm just glad they didn't fire me.
Me too.
-Hey, Sylvia, ready for the next one.
-Okay. -So...
-Yeah, we have to -- Yeah. -Yeah.
-Today, these three players are after big bucks!
But they'll have to avoid the Whammies
as they play the most exciting game of their lives!
From Television City in Hollywood,
it's time to press your luck!
Here's your host, the star of "Press Your Luck,"
Peter Tomarken!
Thank you, thank you!
Yes, thanks to you.
-Thank you, Rod, thank you, audience,
and thank you to you viewers at home.
And welcome to the most Vegas game...
And stop!
$500 and a spin.
Stop!
$1,000 and a spin!
-Okay, Michael, Janie? You're up next.
-Let's do it. -$11,516, Ed.
That makes you our winner today.
-Oh, my gosh, this is so exciting.
It's show time.
-Okay. -Hey. No, uh, wait.
What are you doing? -Just following orders.
-But the wife likes the bow tie quite a bit.
-Yeah, I actually think this one suits you a little better.
Bow ties are for chumps, anyway, and I don't think that's you.
Hmm.
All right, gorgeous.
They're ready.
-Perfect. Okay, Ed, if you'd like to follow me,
and, Janie and Michael, just follow on afterwards.
We're gonna stick quite closely here to this red backdrop
and take you to the other side of the stage.
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