Live at Gotham
Season 3

Tosh, Braunger, Burress, Benjamin, Mack, Lawrence, Devine

  • Season 3, Ep 0308
  • 07/25/2008

and you know, acting auditions,and it's kind of humbling,

'cause I'm not like an ugly guy.

Like I'm not the most rottenavocado at the green grocer,

you know, but like,

you know, I'm not likeJohnny Sweetface either.

Like I'm not super handsome,you know.

So I go in for this stuff, andit's like they... it's weird

getting told to your faceexactly what you're being

brought in for,like something crazy.

Like I went in just recentlyfor this audition.

And I didn't know whatI was going in for, right?

So I walk in and a reallyattractive girl

with a clipboardis sitting there,

and I'm like, "Hey, I don't knowwhat I'm here for.

Can you tell me whatI'm auditioning for?"

And she's like, "Yeah,what's your name?"

I'm, like, "Matt Braunger."And she's like,

"Oh, yeah, here you are, Matt.

Yeah, you're here for the roleof 'unattractive man.'"

Like to my face.

Like not to someone else--"Tell him he's here for that."

To me,

the hot girl said that.

"You're here forCaptain Uglyface," you know.

Like that...

Did you ever like, haveyour face make a noise

you didn't tell it to make?

Like you're that shocked.

Like just... "Dah!"(laughter)

Okay, yeah, no, that's cool.

I'll just sit downtry to play it off

while I cry tears of blood.

That's fine.

That film I went out for-- Harry Potter.

And, uh...(laughter)

What?My transitions are awesome.

Anyway, Harry Potter, uh...

(laughter)

That didn't relate at all.

You know, I like,I like Harry Potter.

I like the moviesand the books,

but I think they sendthe wrong message to our kids.

And that's that it's okayto own an owl for a pet.

No, okay?

No. Okay, look, if you don'tknow, I mean, I know.

I'm from Oregon, okay?

I'll tell you right now,

owls are made of claws,feathers and hatred, okay?

(laughter)

Owls don't give a crap, okay?

Owls hate us.

Owls are like NWA in 1991,if you remember them days, okay?

The gangsters of the woods.

You ever look at an owl?

The rage in its eyes,just sitting in a tree.

Like the only birdthat looks

that crazy and fullof psychotic rage.

It's up there...

(high-pitched voice):"Who... who...

"Who's next to die?It's you, mouse!"

♪ And I'm back hating everythingthat lives. Made of rage. ♪

That's the songin an owl's heart.

I know, I've seen it.(applause)

That's it, you know.

You hear that song, run.

I had my hand in my pocket.

For no reason I just hadmy hand in my pocket.

The cashier was like,"Hey, brother,

why you got your handin your pocket?"

And that was the firstand only time in my life

that I wish thatI had a nub.

(laughter)

'Cause I'd be like,

"Sir, this isn't a hand,this is a nub."

(laughter and applause)

"I lost my hand

"in a horrible accident.

And I keep the nub in my pocket'cause it's unsightly."

(laughter)

Then I would havestared him in the face

for 30 seconds solid.

He'd have got uncomfortable."Hey, brother, you want

some free shirts or something?"

I'd be like, "Yeah,I'll take that in blue.

I mean, that in blue."

Can you point with a nub?I don't know.

I don't know if you canpoint with a nub.

I guess it depends if it's a lotof stuff close together...

'cause in that case,you need the precision

that only an index fingercan provide you.

But if it's something by itself,

I guess you can pointwith a nub.

(scattered applause)

My neighborhood's weird.

I'm pretty sure thecrack dealers in my neighborhood

are working togetherwith the pawnshops.

'Cause why is there a 24-hourpawnshop in my neighborhood?

Regular people don't wake upat 4:00 in the morning, like...

(yawning)

"I feel like sellingmy microwave.

(laughter)

"You know, I just really feellike selling something

"at ten percentof its value.

I just feel likeselling something."

I have weird aspirations.

Like, I really wantto kick a pigeon.

(laughter and applause)

'Cause pigeons walk aroundlike they're invincible.

Like, you're not invincible.

I'll kick the hell out of you.

You're not waiting for the bus'cause you can fly.

I can't kick pigeons

'cause there's alwayspeople around...

and if I kick a pigeon,some woman will say,

"Oh, my gosh, that guy justkicked a pigeon

in broad daylight."

She go homeand tell her husband,

"Honey, I saw this guy kicka pigeon in broad daylight."

Her husband tell his boss,"My wife said

this guy kicked a pigeonin broad daylight."

His boss knows somebodyat the paper.

Next thing you know,front page--

"Black Dudes Are KickingPigeons.

"There's been a flurryof pigeon kicking

"going onin the black community.

"It must be stopped at once.

"Save the pigeons.

"Got to stop these P.K.B.P's--

"pigeon-kicking-black-people.

Save the pigeons."

Acronyms are hilarious.

I don't know why I wantto kick a pigeon.

I just figured it wouldmake my day better.

So I kick a pigeonin the morning,

something bad happensthat evening,

I'm like, "You know what,that happened,

"but I kicked a pigeon earlier.

It was relaxingand invigorating."

I want to have the pigeonkicking Olympics.

Where you get judged

by the distance thatyou kick the pigeon...

the number of feathers you kickoff the pigeon...

and the octave of the squawk.

When you kick the pigeonlike a high-pitched...

like, "Ooh."

That's a gold medal right there.

You kicked the hell outof that pigeon.

You're a goddamn warrior.

You deserve your own statuein the park like, yeah...

Dude, how crazyhas the rain been?

The weather's insane, right?

You see the weather report?

Doesn't it sound sexual to you?

(laughter)Right?

It's like, "Thank you, Tina.

"The cold front's going to comein hard and strong and early.

"It's gonna surprise you.

"Lot of moisture down south.

"Then on Wednesday,the rains come in.

Seven hard inches poundingyou all day long."

(laughter)

"And that pounding won't stoptill the ra...

"the winds come in,

temp drops down,starts blowing you..."

I'm at home like, "What'sthe ten-day forecast?

"This is hot.

"I'm not there yet, bro.

"Give me, give me some time.

Give me some more days."

(chuckles)

I feel like mustachesbasically just tell the world,

"Don't trust mearound your kids."

(laughter)

(scattered applause)

"I'm not safe."

I don't like...

I don't like talkingon the phone.

I hate it.

It's so uncomfortable.

I figured out the best wayof getting off a phone

without having to lie.

Just ask what time it is,

repeat the time really loudlyand then just hang up.

Works every time.

Someone's like, "Owen,what are you doing?"

I'm like, "What time is it?"

They're like, "3:40."

I'm like... "3:40?!"

I'm not doing anything.

I'm just watching the weatherand getting a boner. Just...

(laughter)

'cause I got a dry humor,

and also my target marketis 65 and older.

(laughter)

Um... so, grow up.

Uh, well...um, how are you doing?

Everything good?

(cheering)Yeah? Good. Awesome.

Good.

Yeah.

Man, are you guys thinking, "Isshe going to use that voice

for the whole show?"

(laughter)

Yep.

Yeah, I know.

It's kind of weird,

'cause like, maybe you're thereand you're like,

"Ah, she soundslike a five-year-old

and yet she has the bodyof a fourth grader."

Uh...

It's confusing.

Weird.

So... but...

That was my icebreaker.

Uh...

I grew up in the sticks.

Town of about 500 people.

So I'm the rebelin my family.

Because I moved

to somewhere where there's tar.

(laughter)

Yeah.

Yeah, and it's so old-fashionedat home.

It's so old...

Okay, I was helping my ma

bake some cookies, right?

And we had the cookie dough,and I was like,

"Hey, Ma, you think maybe

"you could try substituting...

"a little applesauce in

"for all the lard

in the cookie dough?"

And, uh, she said this--

she said, "Jesus Christ,don't bring your big city,

liberal viewpointsinto my kitchen!"

(laughter)

My ma doesn't even want meto be a comedian, you know?

And I was like, "Mother, if youdidn't want me to do comedy,

you shouldn't have boozed it upin the fourth trimester."

(laughter)So...

I'm so very glad you guyslaughed there, uh...

'Cause sometimes peoplejust go...

(dejectedly):"Oh..."

But then in my head,back at them I go,

(dejectedly):"Oh..."

Because they'renot very good at math.

(laughter)

That's right.

It's, uh... I guess that's kindof an unusual name.

It's not that common...

Nope, it is. Super common here.

I was in a bara little while ago

and I had this... like,this really hammered guy

stagger up to me,and he's like,

(slurred): "Hey, what kind ofname is Nigel anyways?"

(loud exhale)

I don't know why drunk peopleexhale a lot,

but they have troublebreathing...

He's like, "I'll tell you whatkind of name that is."

I was like, "Wow, you'regoing to answer

"your own question, great.

(laughter)

"You didn't really needto bother me then.

"You could just keep thisto yourself.

Leave me alone."

He's like, "I'll tell youwhat kind of name that is.

(deep exhale)

"That's the kind of namesame-sex couples

give their adopted kids."

(laughter)

What?

Whoa.

I was like, "Whoa--

"hold on a second.

My dads aren't gay, okay?"

(laughter)

"They're just not into sports.

They like ravesand glow sticks."

(muttering)

It's good... it's good.

I am, uh... I'm newly single.

(audience hooting)

No. It's very... it's very new.

I haven't actuallytold her yet.

So...(laughter)

I probably...

Got to send that e-mail outpretty soon.

(laughter and applause)

People at home...

"Should I clap?

Can he see me?"

I just got outta college, guys.

(scattered applause)

Thanks for your support.

I didn't really graduate,you know. I just sorta...

got out.

I miss it.

I miss college,'cause at college,

when you eat ramen noodles,

it's because you'rea poor college student.

Now when I eat ramen noodles,

it's because I'm a failure.

Mission incomplete.My dinner costs a dime!

I think ramen noodlesneeds a new slogan

right on the front package.

"Ramen noodles...

Screw it."

Screw it!

Show some guy cryinginto his bowl

of noodly soup.

"It's over! It's over!"

I love the flavor.What is that, beef? No.

It's loss of pride.

Now, eat up, Skippy, you gotsome dry-walling to do.

Get 'er done, tractor pullat Wal-Mart.

Here's your sign.

(imitates gunfire)

Then he just shootsguns in the air.

I'm proud

of you guys in New York.

I am proud of you guys.

I walked around this cityall day and I haven't seen

one girl with "Juicy"written on her butt.

Not one!

Why was that? Thatwas so cool for a while.

"Juicy.

"It's true 'cause it'swritten...

that it's juicy."

What? You don't see guys writingstuff down their thighs.

"Enormous."

"Huge."

"Girthy."

"Girthy..."

(whispers):That means "thickness around."

I don't even understandthat phrase, "juicy."

I like my juice from apples.

Not ass.

Never looked at a woman'sbackside and went, "Ughh...

I am thirsty."

"I am parched. I needsome butt juice!"

"Eww, that's gross.

Really? Butt juice?Right up front?"

Yeah, I did it.

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