that I have a verycool, comfortable shave.
I've been using anew razor, Epilady.
Has anyone tried it?
It gently removes the hair frombelow the surface of the skin.
I grew up in Florida.
It was tough growingup in Florida,
because all of my friendswere retired, you know, so.
I'd come home from school.
It's like, Wayne, howwas your day at school?
How's that, um, cataract thing?
Is that clearing up at all?
Can you see me?
My birthday partieswere terrible.
Every year we playedthat same game-- Pin
the Tail on ThatBastard Who Stole
my Business Out From Under Me.
That's my best joke, soit's just going to peak.
That was the peak,right there, of my act.
When I was 15 years old, Igot my learner's permit, which
meant that the state of Floridawas now obligating me to learn
to drive with thetwo worst drivers
in the world, my mom and my dad.
My mom would employ theclassic 10-and-2 technique
on the wheel-- butconstantly, permanently,
even during the turns.
You've seen them.
Then my dad wastoo hip to do that.
He felt like the less flesh onthe wheel, the cooler you were.
The one finger-- andif he had to turn,
it was that RalphMacchio wipe-on,
wipe-off techniquewith the lean.
It was very cool.
They never taughtme the-- excuse me.
I have to put this over here.
They never taught me thecoolest thing to know in a car,
to know how to operate-- thedimmer switch for the panel
dashboard instrument controls.
Most important thing in a car.
Why is that in there?
Is that for peoplewho just can't handle
the brightness ofthat odometer light?
It's like, whoa.
Whoa, I can relax.
last year for my birthday,"The Book of Questions."
Has anyone gotten this book?
This is the worst.
This is a book ofmoral questions
there are no answers to.
Now you know, I'mgreat at trivia.
I know all of the things--Lone Ranger's horse.
I open up this book.
First question, "Would you giveup the use of all your limbs
to solve world hunger?"
That's a tough question.
That's a good one.
I don't know.
That's a guess.
What I need is "TheBook of Answers."
That's what I need-- abook, every page an answer.
Page one, "The glassis half empty."
Page two, "Thechicken came first."
"Of course it makesnoise-- it's a tree."
You know, that'sthe kind of book--
that's the kind of book I need.
[cheering and applause]
Hey, don't try to make up atthis point of the show, please.
I've been going to a lotof rock concerts lately.
I went to see PinkFloyd in concert.
I was very upset.
I felt like somewhere on theticket, it should have said,
"To truly enjoy thePink Floyd experience,
remember to take some sortof hallucinogenic drug
20 minutes before the show."because really, I liked
the show, but thepeople around me
were enjoying it on a differentlevel, let me put it that way,
than I was.
At one point in theshow, a giant pig
comes floating outover the audience.
And I'm like, whatthis is, a hot dog ad?
I don't know what's going on.
The people around me arelike, "A pig, it's coming!"
They're diving under chairs.
They're belly-crawlingacross the floor.
I'm the middle of it all,going, you know, "Excuse me,
I can clearly see the wires."
I could see the wires.
I actually see theguy holding the wire
that's holding the pig.
Then later on, everyoneis chanting, everyone--
(SINGING WITH BRITISH ACCENT)"We don't need no education."
I'm like, "Oh, yeah?
Well, that's a double negative."
That actually meansyou do need education.
You're contradicting yourself.
Maybe we don't need anyeducation, I don't know.
Anyway, you guyshave been great.
I, uh, I just ended thisthree-year relationship
with this guy from Iowa.
The reason we broke upis he won't leave Iowa.
I live here.
He's standing in Iowagoing, Liz, Iowa.
And I'm losing to Iowa.
Do you understand this?
This corn-shucking soyboy refuses to leave Iowa.
Are you people understandingwhat I'm telling you?
Is he in some delusional state?
He thinks he's Kevin Costner,he's gonna plow a field?
I don't know, build"Catch a Rising Farmer."
No, I'm never going there, pal.
So that's my life in a nutshell.
It's very upsetting.
I don't know,relationships are tough.
I-- I don't think womenand men belong together.
If you think about it,it doesn't really work,
because women andmen don't bond.
They don't have that.
But men don't bondwith each other.
Is there male bonding?
Do guys get together atlunch and go, "You know,
Bill, I just can't feel."
Men bond through sports.
And it's amazing.
Have you ever been in aroom with about nine guys
watching a football game on TV?
They're high-fivingeach other like they
somehow helped with the play?
Yes, you were instrumentalwith your hand
in that bag of Cheetos.
I can't believe it!
And it's usually theguys that were really
lame in high schoolthat act this one.
Like they couldn'tget past JV football,
so it's my cross to bear forthe rest of my life as a woman.
'Cause women get overtheir pasts, don't they?
You don't see a bunch of womenthat were involved in ballet up
until eighth grade watchingit on TV now, freaking out.
"Man, did that pirouette suck!
Did you see that?
Nice plie, you loser!"
No, we get over our stuff.
And just finding peopleto meet-- I mean,
I live here in LA.
I'm having a hard time here.
People are-- theydon't read here.
Have you noticed that?
You ever talk to people?
They don't read the paper.
I mean, I was at abouta couple weeks ago,
talking to this guyabout the Gaza Strip.
He thought it was theadhesive side of a maxi-pad.
So what happens is, you kind oftry to weed through the idiots
and the psychos to find,like, the most normal one.
And that's what happens.
I was dating a ZenBuddhist for a while.
Do you know these Zen people?
They worship Buddha,their god, the ashtray.
And this whole Zen, with thething-- I just don't get it,
I'm from Minnesota, theLutheran police state.
You know, we just don'tdo this around there.
So this guy's into thiswhole Zen karma thing,
and he's said,"You know, Liz, you
really need to find your center.
You really need tofind your center."
And I'm thinking, no,you find my center.
That's why I'mgoing out with you.
I need help.
I'm so-- I'malways-- do you ever
feel like you're justso exhausted, always?
I really hate helping.
Is that bad?
You know when someoneinvites you to dinner,
then they ask youto bring the food?
Why are they inviting you?
They just want yourpans and the leftovers.
They don't want you.
And they always make it soundlike it's really good, too.
They call you up."Yeah, hi, Liz.
So you're coming over tonight?
Well, we have justabout everything,
although there isa couple things.
Let's see, who'sgoing to be there?
There'll be, uh, Nancy andPaul, and Tom and Jean--
and of course, you're not gonnahave a date, so that's seven.
Can you do that?
No, no, no, we have the water.
I hate these people.
Because I like beingthe chip person.
Don't you love when youget to bring the chips?
Although you realizeat that point,
you are the lowestfood-chain person.
You're the irresponsible friendthat can't get anything right.
And you love it.
It's true. 'Causeyou'll evens crew
up the chip thing atthat point, right?
You show up at the party withsome totally lame excuse.
"I went to threestores, no chips!
Everybody was out of chips.
I could not believe it."
And I just can't move.
I just-- my couch, Ijust love my couch.
And in LA, everybodygoes outside and stuff,
and I don't get it.
My roommate is this completelypsychotic, anal-retentive
Do you know these anal people?
Are you these anal people?
I mean, he's the kind of guywho'll eat bran on the toilet.
Do you understandwhat I'm telling you?
I mean, why even eat the bran?
Why not just buy the bran,throw it in your toilet?
Alleviate the middle man.
It'd, like, be so mucheasier in your life.
And he's thisinsane guy, running
all the time with our dog.
We have a male GreatDane in our house, Marty.
Three years old.
The dog is this big.
Now I don't know aboutyou guys-- I swear to god,
there should be some kind a lawthat male Great Danes should
have to wearunderwear in public.