The Monty Hall Problem
It’s a pleasant 68 degrees in Hollywood, California, on a gorgeous spring day in 1986. This is toward the end of the last taping of the Let’s Make a Deal television game show.
Monty Hall: Diane, go down there and take a look at your new car, just promise to take me for a ride, alright? Thank you, ladies and gentlemen for being such a great audience. I have some money to give away. Does anyone have a scrubbing sponge?
Random audience member: I do, Monty. Right here.
Monty: Okay. Here’s $100 for you. Now I’m looking for the first person with a leather belt?
R.A.M.: Over here, Monty.
Monty: Thank you, sir. Here’s a one hundred dollar bill for you. Does anyone have an eating spoon?
R.A.M.: Me, me. Back here, Monty.
Monty: That is a spoon. Thank you very much. A crisp $100 for you, as well. For $200 of this show’s money, someone show me a disposable lighter.
R.A.M.: I’ve got a lighter, hun.
Monty: Let’s see here. Let me strike it. Yes, it works. Here is your money, sweetie. You folks are on fire, how about one more hard one? I have $300 for anyone that has a needle. Not a sewing needle, but a hypodermic needle. Think shots and immunizations. Be careful looking for it now. I wouldn’t want anyone getting poked.
R.A.M.: I’m a diabetic. I have one here, Monty.
Monty: Perfect. Still has the cap on it..Great. Well folks, I’m about to get out of here. This bag’s been burning a hole in my goddamn pocket all day. Thank you all for coming out. Drive safe.
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