Napoleon and Illya attend a taping of a talk show, where best-selling author Jacqueline Midcult (repeat guest star Sharon Farrell) is discussing her racy new spy novel, Pieces of Fate. The sensationalistic host refers to it as a “dirty book”, then goes on to label it a “naked obscenity” and “blatant, outright filth.” Hey, put me down for a copy! That sounds awesome. This is 1966, so Jacqueline Midcult is, of course, a thinly-disguised version of novelist Jacqueline Susann, and Pieces of Fate is Susann’s gleefully trashy bestseller Valley of the Dolls, only with spies. I can dig it. Not that Valley of the Dolls isn’t dishy and fun, but think of how irresistible it’d be if Jennifer, Anne, and Neely were glamorous and incompetent secret agents, instead of glamorous and incompetent career women navigating their way through life and love in the big city. See? It’s better already.
“Everybody knows that real secret agents don’t get involved in this kind of intrigue, in this kind of sex,” the host sneers at Jacqueline. From the audience, Napoleon leans over to Illya and murmurs, “Everybody knows we don’t get mixed up in things like that.”
This kind of sex. Hey, what kind of sex, exactly, are Jacqueline’s fictionalized spies having? Why is this host so hot and bothered about it? Asking for a friend.