“What is clam-diving?” asks the NBC standards woman, a conservative Maiden Aunt type whose job it is to approve the script and stop the goddamn dope-smoking beatniks of Saturday Night Live from poisoning the airwaves.
Writer/comedian Michael O’Donoghue (Tommy Dewey) reviews her suggested re-writes: “I’d rather butt-fuck cancer than make these changes,” he says. And then he sets the pages on fire and tosses them out the window of 30 Rockefeller Plaza into the streets of New York.
