And this, this, is the greatest moment in game show history: Tor Johnson — the monstrous Swedish zombie from Ed Wood's Plan 9 From Outer Space — meets the inimitable wisecracker and my own personal hero, Groucho Marx.
I have been looking for this forever. This clip has only ever been a legend to me, mostly propagated by rumor and Sam Raimi's famous impression of the encounter from an old Plan 9 Companion video tape. It's greater than I dared to dream.
Tor: My hips are 60! My stomach waistline is 54! My chest is 62! My bicep is 22! And the neck is 20!
Groucho: Let me get this straight: you're 62-54-60? I don't understand. With those measurements, you should be twice as attractive as Jayne Mansfield, but for some peculiar reason you're not.
