Let’s Be An Episode Of Three’s Company.

I'm the misunderstanding

I’m Jack’s little tight red speedos

I'm the misunderstanding that leads to wacky shenanigans!

Again?

R4 there has never been a let’s be there’s company that I could find on DL.

I am the unresolved sexual tension between Jack and Janet.

I’m the snake that Chrissy beats, but it’s actually a rope.

I'm Mrs Roper's caftan

I’m Mrs. Roper big colorful beads and earrings.

I’m Chrissy’s wart (or pregnancy).

I'm the Regal Beagle, not to be confused with the Bigger Jigger.

I’m Greedy Gretchen.

I'm Mrs Ropers colorful flowing mumu

I'm the set decoration. I include prints of works by Mucha, and the most famous of the bunch: Leyendecker's "The Flapper" cover for the February 1922 Life magazine cover.

I'm the Regal Beagle!!

I'm Jack's Bistro

I’m Janet’s church dress, which she is to wear to impress the visiting man who approves Jack's liquor license. His Mom has the same dress.

I’m Chrissy’s braids.

I’m the Nouveau-Mission apartment entry door,

I’m cooing and purring Lana/Ann Wedgeworth, who wasn’t around long enough.

I’m Chrissy—short for Christmas—Snow.

I’m back when you can make a living working in a plant store.

I’m the so-very-funny-it warrants-a-laughtrack-every-time-Stanley-Roper-does-it “exaggerated frozen limp wrist” to signify the silly homosexuali.

I'm the glass that Janet holds up against the kitchen door as she listens to Jack tickle a puppy's tummy -- not Chrissy's.

I’m the bird in the box they accidentally sit on and kill.

I'm the glorious Shavian orations.

I'm the mean tricks Jack plays on Terri at her welcoming party

I’m Stanley Roper’s limp dick. “Erectile Dysfunction” hadn’t been coined in 1976

I'm the suspension of disbelief that these 3 employed hotties have to share a 2-brm. apt.

I’m Mrs. Roper’s lonely Pussy acting like I want Stanley, but I really only have eyes for Janet.

I’m Wanda X’s Sex Diary.

Op, let’s not. Such a stupid show.

I'm the stupid theme song.

I'm Mrs. Roper's midlife libido, which terrifies Stanley.

I'm Mr. Furley's outlandish outfits.

I'm Larry, the ultimate 70s douche.

I’m Chrissy’s laugh *snort*

I am 7 year old me watching Three's companies reruns and thinking Mr Furley was gay before I even knew what it meant.....those outfits....

I’m the young gayling thoroughly convinced that John Ritter WAS gay.

My opinion has not changed.

I'm the teeny, tiny, shorty shorts Janet is wearing over sheer nylons.

Which reminds me, Joyce DeWitt did those L'eggs pantyhose commercials in the 80s.

I'm an elementary school aged kid in the mid 80s watching Three's Company reruns and thinking how fun and sophisticated life must be when you're in your 20s and living with roommates.

I’m Janet’s tight blue jeans and extra high 4 1/2” heels to give her height.

I’m Mary Cadorette stealing focus from Joyce DeWitt (and Priscilla Barnes) in the series finale. It’s the only time in my career anyone has ever been focused on me

I’m Mr. Furley’s rug on his head.

I'm lustful tween Laurie. And I will cut a bitch.

I'm Mr Furley, inviting all the building's elementary-age children over for a candy-filled sleepover.

I'm Jerry, Stanley's best friend who tries to rape Helen.

I'm Jack's 6-yr. culinary school program.

I’m Mr. Dean Travers, cooking instructor’s beautiful white teeth. As if…

I’m the cheap looking curly hairdo Joyce DeWitt wore in season 2.

By season 3 or 4, I am a sassy Joan Jett cut and a much cuter look on Joyce.

What is ‘ball slippage’?

I'm the guitar in the theme song. I sound dated as hell.

I hated when the Jack character “played gay.” It was so offensive. I never liked John Ritter, and found him very overrated. (He was a nepo baby, too.)

I personally liked Ritter on screen and off; I don't think Three's Company would have made it if another actor had been cast as Jack.

The acting gay stuff was offensive but it was what it was in the time it was; I remember being so grateful when Steven Carrington came along but he kept sleeping with Claudia and Sammy Jo. How gay was he.

Yeah, he was a nepo baby and his kids are too.

But not all nepo babys are unwatchable; some deserve their place at the table.

I mean, Liza is a Nepo baby too

Even at the time, few knew who John's father was. In the 70s, he was already a footnote. I think John is someone who made it on his own merits.

R56 in the very first episode he quoted his father then said, “Oh who said that? with a smile. I believe he paid homage to his Dad. He did become a success by his own merits. I completely agree.

I'm the incomprehensible lyrics to the opening theme song.

I'm the premise of the show that wouldn't have worked with two straight guys and a pretend lesbian.

Nope. R59. It sure wouldn't.

It was okay for Stanley to call Jack Tinkerbell but the joke was that Jack was having the last laugh.

There was an episode where Jack dates a girl who's trying to hide her two male roommates (played by two fine hunks) from him, and Jack is doing the same.

Here's a pic

[quote]There was an episode where Jack dates a girl who's trying to hide her two male roommates

Dates “a girl”?! That’s DL icon Barrie Youngfellow! Have some fucking respect!

I'm all the cocaine Joyce is snorting in order to carry off the manic, slapstick Janet character.

I'm Suzanne Somers' new and much older husband telling her she's a big star.

I’m Janet and Chrissy being mean to Lana because we are threatened.

R65 I’m Suzanne feeling lucky she had Alan it made her sell millions in the infomercial world. Thighmaster was the bomb.