Camryn Manheim.
Amy and Aaron, over for beer and pizza, and in goes The Great Muppet Caper, the Empire Strikes Back of the Muppet trilogy. (Should I be putting a ™ after every Muppet™? —Ah, screw it.) Amy, of course, is on tenterhooks (after announcing the “Best. Musical number. Ever,” in her best. Comicbook guy. Voice, which is pretty darned good), waiting for the best. Line. Ever, but—as Miss Piggy, duped by the deliriously itchy Charles Grodin, takes the runway in the latest of Diana Rigg’s awful swimsuits—Amy pauses a moment and pontificates in that peculiarly Amy way: “You know, it was a hell of a long wait from her to Camryn Mannheim.” Which—ignoring the intended ironical recontextualization, and the idea of a man’s right arm in drag, and the whole host of bendings over backwards you have to perform to read just about anything the way you want to read it these days—that says something, you know, in its own modestly profound way.
And I’d forgotten how squiffy the Muppets can make me feel. And I’d forgotten John Cleese’s bit. And the best line ever? “You can’t even sing! Your voice was dubbed!”
