-That aftershaveis working for me.
Thank you for comingtonight, and welcome
to two drink minimum.
And speaking of drunks,I took a cab here tonight
with a guy-- you know, I get inthe cab and I'm always worried.
I tell the driverwhere I want to go,
and I'm always worriedhe didn't understand me.
Because they floorit right away.
And you hit the--I said Columbus
Circle, not kill us both.
And if you can't hear them--if they can't hear you,
either way, it's becauseof that Popemobile
back shield windowthing they have.
I guess they'reworried that I'm going
to kill them or something.
But I can barelypay the guy through
that spring-loadedmouse trap door thing.
I got my money now.
And then some cabs-- some ofthem, they're totally paranoid.
And then some cabsyou get in, and they
have no kind of protection,security at all.
I guess they give those tothe guys who show up late.
Maybe a couple ofhead wounds will
teach him some punctuality.
And then a lot oftimes you get the cab,
and you get a foreign guy.
Which, OK, a reallylot of times.
And then there's two-- there'sthe guys who speak no English,
and then there's the other guyswho if they do speak English,
then they want to--they won't shut up
about the politicsof their homeland.
What is being done tomy people is an atrocity
supported by yourdog of a president.
He holds the whip that flays theflesh of our innocent masses.
And I'm in thebackseat, that flayed
flesh thing, that is a hassle.
On the right is good for me.
No, I am not finished.
We will drivearound until I fully
explain the injustice thathas befallen our people.
And I want to ask theseguys-- you know, you're
in the back of the cab and yousee-- I always want to ask him,
could you turn down that airfreshener thing that you have?
What is in that jar on the dash?
It's like the most powerfulfragrance known to man.
And then sometimesyou get in the cab
and you get-- it'skind of rare now,
but you get the nativeNew York cabdriver
who has been drivingthe cab like 40 years.
And then he wants to tellyou too much, like about how
we can't get anerection anymore.
Or else you get the otherguy, that moody loner Travis
Bickle type whodoesn't say a word.
And god, you don'twant to say anything,
because you'reafraid you'll unleash
a torrent about Jodie Foster.
Once in a greatwhile, you get the guy
that knows exactly wherehe's going, takes all
the right streets andmakes all the lights.
And you find out thenews later that he's
the guy who killedthe real driver.