Monday, July 6, 2026

Lady Macbeth and Porky Pig in The Dick Van Dyke Show

“Stacey Petrie: Part I.” By Carl Reiner. Perf. Dick Van Dyke, Rose Marie, and Morey Amsterdam. Dir. Jerry Paris. The Dick Van Dyke Show. Season 4, episode 17. CBS. 20 January 1965. DVD. Allied Vaughn, 2023.
Sally Rogers, always looking for the right man and never finding him, agrees to go on a practice date with Rob Petrie's brother Stacey.  

In a complicated way, Stacey has proposed to a woman he's never met—she was writing letters to a buddy of his when they were in the Army, but the buddy got married to someone else, but Stacey didn't want to hurt her by telling her, so he kept up the correspondence. But he's in love with her, and she's in love with whoever's been writing her the letters.

If a first date weren't enough to make a man nervous, there's all that to consider. And that's why Sally agrees to help out.

All of that is somewhat incidental to the Shakespeare, which we get here:


Buddy manages to insult the both of them with one convenient line!

Links: The Episode at IMDB.

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