Lynch, Henson, Taylor
Every day they pickedme up and bring
me down here for the shows.
And it's nice to get picked up.
Mostly I fly places,and there's always
supposed to be somebodypick me up to the airport.
And half the time,they're not there.
I end up standing aroundlike, you know when kids go
somewhere, like to visittheir grandparents,
they have that big tag on.
So I'm at the airport all--
And the thing is, theyknow what I look like.
But I've no ideawhat they look like.
So I end up making eye contactwith everybody in the airport.
And not, it's not justlike Hi, how are ya?
It's that scared,you know, please,
can you take me with you?
I'm like a puppy waiting atthe animal shelter, you know?
And not only does thismake me seem like a maniac,
but I meet a lot ofmaniacs that way, you know.
We know how those guys are.
Where you make eyecontact with them and then
they lock on and comeright over to you.
I know you know about them.
They're after me.
You think I'mdirty, but I'm not.
I'm clean as yourbaby brother's bottom
after mommy makes wipey wipey.
You know, I'm like,I guessing you
don't work for the Funny Bone.
I'll show you my funny bone.
Hey, that's not your funny bone.
And it just makes me acandidate for abduction.
You know, because ifanybody looks slightly sane
and seems to know who I am, I'llget right in the car with them.
The next thing you know, itrubs the lotion on its body!
Hey, what time doesthe second show start?
Rub the lotion onyour damn body!
But uh, you know, our ourfirst act rubs the lotion
How many, uh-- How many?
One, two, that's it?
Three, four, five, six.
That's weird, isn't it?
So anyway, I, uh,coming over here,
wrong suit to wearon the street.
Kids running after me, Barnie!
I hate you, youhate me, get away.
Hit the bricks, kid.
-One thing I love about NewYork is no wax museums here.
Or at least I don't think so.
But you never see anybody comingout of a wax museum like this.
Usually it's a littlemore like-- And they have,
Believe It or Not museums.You seen these things?
There's a sign at the endthat says, believe it or not,
you just spent $7 on this.
But it's a good michere, a sound system.
Sometimes I'm workingin a bar, a loose wire
is cutting out every other word.
I'm trying to tell a joke.
For example, well, like flying.
Flying is kind of weird.
You know, get on the plate and--
You know, I get thepilot gets on the horn.
---at 3,000-- -rightside-- canyon.
But you know, eh, eh,eh.
I mean where the fuck is she?
--at the stewardess-- --putthis in the upright position.
But, uh, hopefullythat won't happen here.
I uh, flying is really weird.
I've flown around the planet,which is strange because you
can actually get therethe day before you left.
And you get back and youpay your bills again.
Uh, all right, let'ssee this will be me.
All right, thanks.
Empty bottle willbe the stewardess.
And this will be the airplane.
Hey, you want a peanut?
Hey, you want some peanuts?
uh, no thank you.
Hey, hey, you want a drink?
You want a drink?
No thank you.
I am a drink.
OK, I think that explains that.
Alrighty, I uh-- ohthanks, thanks a lot.
Do you know whatventriloquism is?
I'd like to do a littleventriloquism for you.
So so how you doing?
How's it going?
RON LYNCH (ON VOICERECORDER): Oh, pretty good.
How about you?
-I'm doing all right.
So things are goingreally well for you?
Things are going good?
RON LYNCH (ON VOICE RECORDER):Well, to tell you the truth,
you know, um, I'm a little low.
What's the matter?
Dating trouble oryour car or something?
RON LYNCH (ON VOICERECORDER): No,
my, my batteriesare wearing out.
-That's the worstjoke I ever heard.
That's a terrible joke.
I'm going to putyou in my pocket.
I'm going to putyou in the pocket.
RON LYNCH (ON VOICERECORDER): No.
-Yes, I'm puttingyou in the pocket.
RON LYNCH (ON VOICERECORDER): No, not the pocket.
No not, not the pocket.
-Alrighty, well I movedto San Fransisco right
before the big earthquake.
Pretty much got everythingunpacked, up on the shelves,
two minutes later,back on the floor.
Thank you very much,I appreciate that.
I uh, the strangething about it is, uh--
RON LYNCH (ON VOICERECORDER): Hey, Ron!
I uh-- it's like a party there.
People are, lights are out.
People are doing everythingthey normally do,
except they're shaking.
Let me do myimpression of somebody
experiencing the earthquake.
Hello Gary, yeah, whydon't you come over.
I though you were going towatch the World Series with me.
No, on I don't feel anything.
What are you talking about?
(SHAKING VOICE) Yeah,I'm in a door way.
Yeah, why don't you come over?
Oh man, that powerjust went out.
Yeah, I'll be rightover, just let
me get the secondfloor off my back.
Thank you very much.
How are you feeling?
I am in New Yorker.
Do we have any otherNew Yorkers here?
Are there any here?
It is so good to beback in the city.
I've been doing alot of travelling.
I've noticed something.
When you travel, youtake that New Yorker
attitude with youwherever you go.
I was in the middleof West Virginia.
I'm lost, I pull overto the side of the road.
There's this old guywearing overalls.
I said, excuse me.
Can you tell me howto get to the highway?
The guy looks at me witha totally straight face.
He goes, you're goingto want to go northwest.
Want am I, Magellan?
Do you see a compass in my car?
Let's skip the directions asthe crow flies, bubba, OK?
I don't have time to seewhich direction the sun
sets in, all right?
Can I get a leftor right, please?
You gotta be careful though.
You gotta be careful.
That New Yorker attitudewill get you in trouble.
I get on thehighway, first thing
I get pulled over for speeding.
Cop walks over to me,I roll down the window.
He says, do you knowhow fast you were going?
I couldn't resistance.
I said, yeah, I know exactlyhow fast I was going.
What I didn't know was that youwere parked behind the bridge.
Like if I had knownthat, we probably
would be havingthis conversation.
Is there anything else Ican help you with, officer?
I don't know if you noticed,but I'm in a bit of a hurry.
So I'm in the holding cell, andI'm make it a lot of friends.
I'm happy to beback in New York.
Nice to be back inmy own apartment.
Just got a new answeringmachine for my apartment.
I'm very excited about that.
You guys haveanswering machines?
-Do you screen your calls?
-Do you get reallyexcited when it's
somebody you didn'twant to talk to?
That's how pathetic my life is.
That is how-- I sitaround my apartment like,
Hi, John, this is Mr.Davis with MasterCard Visa.
Good screen, high five.
Good screen, yes!
I am screen master!
No one will everget through to me.
Everybody lies when itcomes to the telephone.
You don't believe me?I prove it to you.
By round of applause,how many people
here ever pretend totake down a message
you're not really taking down?
You never do.
But you fake like you do.
It's like, hold on.
Let me get a pen.
OK, got one.
You ever seen a pen onthe other side of the room
and thought to yourself, nothat would mean getting up.
And uh, you're notthat important.
You'll call back.
Sometimes I actuallyfeel so guilty,
I pretend to write the numberdown in the air in front of me.
Hang up the phone, you'relike, where did I write that?
It was right out here.
I saw this womanwalking a dog that big.
It's not even adog at this point.
They're not dog,they're dog mice.
That's what they are.
It's kind of dogthat's so small,
that it's justshivering all the time.
It's just always shivering.
It could be 90 degrees out,but the dog is just shivering
because it's sosmall it could retain
body heat in a microwave.
You ever see these dogs?
What happened to Darwin, folks?
Survival of the fittest.
If the dog needs a sweater,it doesn't deserve to live.
That's the way I look at it.
People get dogs for protection.
I want to take Karate.
Anybody here taking Karate?
How long you been taking it?
When you were a kid.
Yeah, I got a friend that's beentaking it for like six months,
which is a really dangerousamount of time to take Karate.
Because you get to thatfalse confidence stage,
you know what I mean.
You learn that one move,you think your Bruce Lee.
My friend thinks he's thenext action movie hero.
If somebody ever jumped outwith a gun and tried to mug him,
the only thing hecould do is go, OK.
Grab my wrist.
I don't think that'sgoing to work, killer.
He has an Uzi.
I want to take bettercare of myself.
I want to eat better.
I went to a Chinese restaurant.
You guys like Chinese food?
-I like the Chinese food, Ihate the dippy little fortunes
at the end of the meal.I think they're stupid.
I think we should use thefortunes to screw with people.
I think the guy thatwrites the fortunes
should be a manic depressive.
Think about it.
Every once in awhilesomebody, somewhere,
would open up theirfortune cookie.
They'd be like, I know-- guys?
Mine says, you die Sunday at 8.