A certain reference to Jack Kennedy was edited out.
This is one of six episodes originally shot on videotape, then transferred to sixteen-millimeter film for broadcast. This was done as a cost-cutting measure.
Arte Johnson is best known as a cast member in Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In.
Loring Smith returns in "I Dream of Genie."
Nan Peterson previously appeared in "Walking Distance" and later returns in "From Agnes - With Love."
Narrator: This, as the banner already has proclaimed, is Mr. Harvey Hunnicut, an expert on commerce and con jobs, a brash, bright, and larceny-loaded wheeler and dealer who, when the good lord passed out a conscience, must have gone for a beer and missed out. And these are a couple of other characters in our story: a little old man and a Model A car - but not just any old man and not just any Model A. There's something very special about the both of them. As a matter of fact, in just a few moments they'll give Harvey Hunnicut something that he's never experienced before. Through the good offices of a little magic, they will unload on Mr. Hunnicut the absolute necessity to tell the truth. Exactly where they come from is conjectural, but as to where they're heading for, this we know, because all of them - and you - are on the threshold of the Twilight Zone.
Hunnicut: This is a wreck. It's a rum-dum. It, ah, it hasn't got any points, hasn't got any rings, hasn't got any plugs. It leaks gasoline like it owns every oil well in Texas. But the tires... are very bad. The chassis' been bent. And if I said anything about it being a runabout, why, I meant it'd run about a block and then stop.
Hunnicut: I've got more lemons per square foot than a fruit grower in Salinas.
Irv: That old lady who came in yesterday afternoon to buy that old Auburn. I mean, let's level now. How do you start a sales pitch by telling the customer if the car was one year older, Moses could've driven it across the Red Sea.
Hunnicut: Irv, Irv, for you to get more money out of me would be just about as easy as pouring hot butter into a wildcat's ear.
Narrator: Couldn't happen, you say? Far-fetched? Way-out? Tilt-of-center? Possible, but the next time you buy an automobile, if it happens to look as if it had just gone through the Battle of the Marne, and the seller is ready to throw into the bargain one of his arms, be particularly careful in explaining to the boss about your grandmother's funeral when you were actually at Chavez Ravine watching the Dodgers. It'll be a fact that you are the proud possessor of an instrument of truth manufactured and distributed by an exclusive dealer in the Twilight Zone.