TIME: Sixty minutes before the taping of Sixty Minutes.
PLACE: Andy Rooney’s office.
The famous journalist sits behind his desk. His hoary (look it up) visage, known to millions, smiles at the producer, easily one-third his age, standing in front of him.
Producer
Good morning, Mr. Rooney. Have you written a piece for this week’s show?
Rooney
I don’t write them anymore. I just wing it.
Producer
On camera?
Rooney
No, I’m not that good. I come up with the idea first, then improvise.
Producer
Do you have an idea for this week’s show?
Rooney
Not yet, but I will.
Producer
We tape in an hour.
Rooney
Don’t you trust me, little girl?
Producer
I trust you, but . . .
Rooney
Okay, how about . . . job security?
Producer
Excellent! Very current.
Rooney
Want to see my job security?
He takes a framed photograph out of a desk drawer and hands it to her.
Rooney
You’re holding it wrong.
She turns it and gasps.
Producer
Is that . . . ?
Rooney
Bill Paley, himself. I like to call her, “Elsie.”
Producer
Maybe a different topic.
Rooney
How about war stories? I’ve got some great ones.
Producer
Perfect!
Rooney
Me, Murrow and Pamela Harriman in the ball turret of a B-17.
Producer
Is there something more wholesome?
Rooney
Hmmm . . . how about Don Hewitt?
Producer
He’s my hero. He’s why I came to Sixty Minutes.
Rooney
He once serviced a midget from the cast of The Wizard of Oz. She was a real munchkin.That’s kind of wholesome.
Producer
Anything more personal?
Rooney
I’ve got it! I’ve got it!
Producer
What?
Rooney
I don’t know. It was in my ear.
Producer
Getting back -
Rooney
It's personal. Maybe it's a subject?
Producer
You can’t talk about earwax.
Rooney
Ever wonder how wax gets in your head and why it comes out your ear? What purpose does it serve, anyway?
Producer
What I love is how you find the fascinating in the mundane.The way you focus on the over-looked beauties of daily life.
Rooney
I had a beauty this morning. All it takes is a cup of coffee.
Producer
All right, all right, I give up. Have it your way.
Rooney
Thanks. Now, get out of here before I fake a heart attack and blame it on you.
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