Barbara Eden: A 'Jeannie Out of the Bottle'

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Most of us know Barbara Eden as the delightfully adorable genie from the hit 1960s sitcom "I Dream of Jeannie." Whether it was a magical chemistry with co-star Larry Hagman or Jeannie's unbelievable ability to get herself in and out of trouble, the show was irresistible.

In her new book, "Jeannie Out of the Bottle," Barbara Eden describes her journey to the show and her life afterward.

Check out the excerpt below or click here to learn more more the famous bottle.

Introduction, "Jeannie Out of the Bottle"

December 1, 1964, Sunset Boulevard, 66 Angeles, California

It's the end of the first day fi lming the I Dream of Jeannie pilot, "The Lady in the Bottle," and three of us—the series's creator, writer, and producer, Sidney Sheldon; Larry Hagman, who plays Captain Anthony Nelson; and I—are in the company limo speeding the thirty miles from Malibu back to Hollywood after a long day on location at Zuma Beach, the scene of Captain Nelson's fi rst meeting with Jeannie.

Still in my flimsy pink chiffon harem- style pantaloons and minuscule velvet bolero, I shiver from head to foot, snuggle into my brown cloth coat, and wish I'd been allowed to keep my full- length mink from my days as Loco in the TV series How to Marry a Millionaire.

How to Marry a Millionaire ran for two years, but— although I'm happy to be playing Jeannie, and thrilled that my fi rst day went so well— I'm not counting on the I Dream of Jeannie pilot being sold at all. But it's a job, and I'm glad to have gotten it, though I'm still stunned that Sidney Sheldon didn't cast a tall, willowy, raven- haired Middle Eastern beauty queen as his Jeannie instead of a short American blonde like me.

The limo glides to a halt at a traffi c light, right next to a maroon Mustang convertible sporting Kansas license plates and driven by an elderly man and his middle- aged wife.

Without any warning, Larry rolls down the limo window, leans out, and to my utter amazement yells at the couple, "Someday I'm going to be a star! Someday you're going to know who I am!" When I recover from my surprise, I think, A star! Why in the blazes would he— or anyone else, for that matter— ever want to be a star? I blink my Jeannie- style blink and flash back two years to April 10, 1962, on the sound stage at Twentieth Century Fox, where I am filming Five Weeks in a Balloon with Red Buttons, and Marilyn Monroe is filming Something's Got to Give on sound stage 14, which is adjacent to mine. Evie—Evelyn Moriarty, my stand- in since I fi rst arrived at Fox in 1957, and Marilyn's as well— announces in her inimitable twang, "Barbara, my other star has asked to meet you!" I know she means Marilyn Monroe, because that's how she always refers to her, and I am both thrilled and curious to meet Marilyn at last. After all, Evie has been confi ding in me about her for years. So although I am dressed for the movie like a clown in baggy plaid pants and a massive white shirt, when Evie grabs my hand and pulls me over to the Something's Got to Give sound stage, where Marilyn is about to start a wardrobe test, I follow her without a moment's hesitation.

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