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Previously on
"I'm Dying Up Here"...

Tourists?

Comics. From Boston.

What do you think of the place?

We'll take it.

And listen, this is the
closet to my room out here.

So, if I'm in there with Maggie...

- Who's Maggie?
- She's my girl.

By the way, hands off.

Took my kids to the circus,
the Mexican circus.

You know who Edmund Hillary is?

He risked everything
to reach the summit,

and when he finally stood
on top of the world,

do you know how long it was for?

Fifteen minutes.

Guys, I'm trying to hear Clay.

- Come on over.
- He got the couch.

I'm jealous. Every Merv, Johnny,

or Dinah fucking Shore appearance

another comic makes is one
more that we didn't get.

That's a motherfucking

2:30 in the morning pancake
speech right there.

Fuck you, and fuck you.

Without you even realizing it,

life just bends you over and
tucks it straight up your ass.

Johnny feels bad, but
I just think we need

to book some more established
comics for a little while,

see how it all shakes out.

I been doing open mic for
over a fucking year now.

You want Carson? You got to
mingle for Christ's sake.

I said I know who you are.

Why don't you quit while
you're ahead, huh?

Think I should
try to book a church?

Fuck, no. We're in one.

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Are you having
a good time, ma'am?

Really? All right.

Tell your face.

Guys, Vietnam's
coming to an end.

That means what?

Comedians are coming home...

from Canada.

I used to do a
lot of handyman work,

growing up.

Mostly because my dad
was in the business...

of breaking shit.

Well, what are
you doing in here?

That hooker in the trunk
ain't gonna bury herself.

All right, thank you, folks.

You've been a...

slightly above average crowd.

This room is toast.

Yeah.

Ooh.

My fellow Americans,

let's make one thing perfectly clear.

His sister was so ugly

people went out on Halloween,

dressed as her.

That was Nixon
insulting my sister.

Hey. You cutting it close.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Come on.

Anybody here like magic?

Oh... oh, my time's up.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Come on.

All right, coming to the stage next,

a regular here at the open mic,

give it up for Mr. Adam Proteau.

- Twinkle.
- Mm.

Whoo!

Yes, that's right, I am
a professional amateur.

I used to do a lot of
handyman work growing up,

mostly because my dad
was in the business...

of breaking shit.

"What the hell's wrong
with this toaster?"

Well, Dad, did you try to plug it in

before you threw it against the wall?

It's just a question. It's just a...

Where the fuck did you
get another toaster?

Like, my dad used to break everything,

not just normal stuff, everything...

appliances,

TVs,

laws.

But it's okay, you know,

'cause now I know how to fix everything.

How to fix a door that's been kicked in.

I can plaster up a hole that's
been punched into a wall.

Fix a pane of glass that my head

may or may not have been pushed through.

One thing I can't fix

is the relationship with my dad.

Hey! How about a shine, my brotha?

"How about a shine"?

Okay, are we talking about
your shoes or your dick, sir?

Your mama
took care of my dick.

I gave her 50 cents.

Well, seeing as how she only
charges 25 cents an inch,

I wouldn't scream out that dumb
shit too proudly, you know?

Now, if your mama sucked my dick

for 25 cent an inch,
she'd have enough money

to send your ass to Yale, Harvard,

and Shut The Fuck Up School,

which is on the corner
of I Need To Be Noticed

and My Date Thinks I'm An Asshole.

Fucking dick.

Hey, you can't let 'em get to you.

This is seven-card stud.

Low spade in the hole splits the pot.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Shit, and shit!

Jesus, is this a game
of chance or no chance?

Don't let the sun catch
you crying, baby.

Mm-hmm.

So I heard Johnny had
Rickles on the other night.

That's fresh.

Oh, Christ, don't get her riled.

Get me riled? What? I love Don.

Yeah, doesn't exactly
sound like all the calls

I've been getting from you lately.

You say don't get her started,
then you get her started.

Come on, R-Rickles, Hackett,

Professor Irwin Corey, I love 'em.

But you can't get any
more "dog bites man" than that.

I told you. We're
bringing the kids back.

Oh, papers cleared
Clay over a month ago.

Be nice if you guys could keep
up with yesterday's news.

We just need to leave the
window open a little longer.

Send 'em our way.

We love the kids at Midnight Special.

I tried calling your producer...
Butterman.

Yeah, said he can't be reached.

He's fly-fishing, for two months.

We're fly-fishing now?

I think it's a euphemism
for invading Syria.

Thank you for making the
world right side up again.

Whatever it's a euphemism for,

I'm having lunch with
him tomorrow at noon.

Expect a call around one.

Well...

just for that, Bob,
I'm gonna tell you...

Mitch here has a pair of aces.

You're a real asshole, Goldie.

What, it's my fault you got
the wingspan of a condor?

Hold your cards closer to
your vest next time, huh?

What's up, my man?

Mm.

No, I wouldn't want your job,

not for all the bananas in China.

My girlfriend dragged me here.

Some douchebag at her office
thinks he's Rich Little.

Got to cut these guys some slack, man.

It's open mic, all newbies.

No shit?

Good thing I'm here.

Liven this motherfucker up.

It's hard.

You know, comedy's all about timing,

which takes a while to learn.

Bullshit.

You're either funny,

or you're not.

Now, Bill Cosby...

he's a funny spook.

Yeah.

But that spook got funny

by learning timing.

Know your audience!

Know when to wait for a laugh.

Timing is motherfucking everything!

Now, see?

Half hour ago, this wouldn't
have been funny to me.

But now it's motherfucking hysterical.

Hey, floor's wet.

Hey. You want to buy some weed?

Tweety?

All right, let me hear it.

Hear what?

You only smile like that

over brownies, blow jobs, or a new bit.

And since we're all out of
brownies and blow jobs...

Why are we always running
out of blow jobs?

Why can't we run out of
Wheat Thins or yogurt?

It's always stuff that I like.

Joke, please.

You know that Picasso just died, right?

Good.

What do you got against Picasso?

Four of the women he was with...

two committed suicide,

and two he drove insane.

So you're saying the guy has a type.

Can I continue?

So I'm reading Pablo's obit.

You know, the guy's a famous artist.

He's got nothing to prove,

except, apparently, how
much pussy he got.

Listen to this.

"Picasso, 91, died in a villa in France

and leaves behind a wife
almost half his age."

Okay, you've got my attention.

"In addition to his wife,
he leaves four children...

one son born to his first wife,

the dancer Olga Khokhlova."

Not just a dancer, the dancer.

Right?

"And daughter born to his mistress,

Marie-Th?r?se Walter."

Since when have mistresses
been put in obits?

"And another son and
daughter both the children

of Fran?oise Gilot, another mistress,"

for those of you keeping score at home,

"who is now the wife of biologist Dr.
Jonas Salk."

Fuck you, Jonas Salk.

You cured polio? I fucked your wife.

That's not an obit.

That's a press release for his dick.

It's nice having a
comedian as a girlfriend.

You've never called me that before.

Is that what this is?

I mean, "two people who
fuck intermittently"

just sounds so long.

Plus, we've been dating for four months.

Oh, "dating," wow.

Well, you're just giving
away labels today.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the downside of having a
comedian as a girlfriend.

Hey!

Hey!

Jesus fucking Christ!

Come on!

Hey, hey!

This is my laundry.

Asshole! Men's clothes!

So, unless there's a Mr. Prostitute,

you can go fuck...

For fuck's sake.

Give me the fucking bag back.

All right, all right. Help! Help!

She's got a fucking knife!

She's got a fucking knife! Fuck!

Fuck!

F... all right, just take it!
Fucking take it!

Shit.

Oh, you motherfucker.

Hey, big guy, get her!

Hey! Come on!

Why are these wet?

I didn't have enough quarters.

What'd you get us for lunch?

Space food sticks?

The clerk was watching me like a hawk.

Was it retarded Ringo Starr?

No, it was the Asian
guy with the mustache

that looks like a 12-year-old's pussy.

We're lucky I got these.

Hey, in zero gravity,

would this or would this not
look like a floating turd?

Really?

You're gonna ruin my appetite
for the only food we have?

Hey, I know what will cheer you up.

We got 34 bucks, and
rent's due next week.

Fuck!

My parents are gonna be so
pissed if I ask for more money.

Well, if your mom had blown your dad

instead of fucking him the
night you were conceived,

they wouldn't be in this mess,

so maybe look in the mirror, Mr.
and Mrs. Zeidel.

Mm, can you please not talk
about my mother giving head?

Yeah, but you just made it
the elephant in the room.

You should be
cleaning the toilets, Edgar.

Since when did Midnight Special
start doing showcases?

Since I got a producer to come and see

if one of you assholes is ready
for national television.

Kay, no food in the audience
during the showcase, huh?

How drunk do you want 'em?

I want them focused on the comics,

not whether or not their
cheese sticks are hot enough.

What the fuck?

This is it? These are the times?

Is there a problem?

Yeah, why you got me going first?

I got to compete with the drink orders.

I'd rather open than close.

You're not closing, you're headlining.

Okay, that load of crap.
Let's call it what it is.

I'm going last... I'm
like the guy sweeping up

after the elephant at
the end of the parade.

No, Gabe's going after Ralph.

He's sweeping up after the elephant.

Uh, Goldie,

Uh-huh?

Why am I, uh, not on the list?

Sully, I need you to emcee.

No, what? No. Come on,
that's total bullshit.

You know I'm just as good as these guys.

We've talked about this.

You don't have a tight 15 yet.

You're mostly crowd work.

Uh, I can do a tight 15.

I said "yet." I know you can,
and you will, just not now.

- Are we done here?
- Uh, just one question.

Do Gabe and I have to blow Bill, too,

or just set the stage for him?

Your meaning?

Meaning, we warm him up,

and Bill here reaps all the benefits.

I don't have the best spot. Gabe does.

- No, I don't.
- Yeah, you do.

I got spot where everybody
goes to the bathroom

because they don't got
food with their drinks.

Hey, Gabe, that is not
how a bladder functions.

Shut up, Edgar.

I'm Jewish, you're Mexican,

which automatically makes me closer

to being a doctor than you.

But if it's any consolation,
I will defer to you

with any questions about selling
bags of oranges by the highway.

Listen to you guys.

You sound like a bunch of hens.
Shut the fuck up!

If you don't like where you're placed,

you know that Argus or Mule Deer

would be happy to take
any one of those spots.

We're just saying, shouldn't it
be some sort of pecking order

based off time put in at the club?

Oh, there is a pecking order.

It goes me, you.

You got your lineup, ladies. Out.

That's some bullshit.

Stop saying "we're just saying,"
when it's you just saying shit.

Oh, like you like this lineup?

Now, either all these guys
have the same handwriting,

or somebody signing their
friends up for open mic.

Wish I could find that guy and
tell him to sign me the fuck up.

I was the exact same way.

I was on that list every week

and now look at me.

I got the main room whenever I want it.

As long as it's ten
minutes before closing.

Yeah.

Goldie wants to see you in her office.

Wait, Goldie wants to see me? Why?

She said something about
liking your shoes.

My shoes?

Wait. Really?

Just go see her.

Well, I feel like I'm going
to the principal's office

or some shit now.

Wish I had an apple to give her.

Goldie doesn't get apples.
She gives them.

Ooh, like Eve. Got it.

Or the witch in Snow White.

Pick your poison.

Yep?

Hey, you wanted to see me?

Oh, hey, come in.

Caught your
act the other night.

Yeah?

Funny.

Thank you. I mean, it was a
rough night, but I thought...

That handyman bit... is it true?

Yeah.

I mean, I think all the best comedy

comes from a core of reality...

That's great. I have some work for you

at the the house if you're interested.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, of... of course.

Great.

Monday morning, bright and early.

Arnie'll give you the address.

All right.

So we need jobs

if we're gonna keep enjoying
this extravagant lifestyle

of living in a closet and
eating stolen snack food.

Do you... do you know of anything

or maybe something at your work or...?

Mm...

not really.

No.

Mm, I can keep my ears open, though.

Where you...

where do you work, again, exactly...

that I would like to work also?

Stefan Hatos-Monty Hall Productions...

the people who do Let's Make a Deal.

I'm an usher currently,

but I'm hoping to one
day be a presenter.

And what would that entail?

So say that Monty is
telling a contestant

that they won a refrigerator.

When Jay is giving all the details,

Carol Merrill, who is the
nicest person in real life,

she presents the item, like so...

What do you think?

I think...

I think you got to raise
your arms up higher,

because the freezer...

that's what people really care about.

So like...?

Perfect.

Bill, what material you doing tonight?

Why don't you watch me and see?

I just think it sucks you
can't do your A stuff.

The abortion bit kills,

but, you know, TV, right?

Not that I don't like your
family stuff, it's good.

It's a solid B.

Sully, is that what they're
wearing on the bench?

Jesus.

Gabe... let's go get stoned.

Why the fuck would
I want to get stoned

- before I go up?
- Whoa!

No need to take my head off.

I just know you're under
a lot of pressure,

and I want to help you out.

You know your shit does not play
well when you're like this.

One fucking word, Edgar,

and you'll be sipping your
next burrito through a straw.

So Goldie wanted you to
come up to her house

so you could do some handyman work?

And I'm up here thinking she gonna

give me The Cellar or some shit.

- Right.
- Nope.

Coo-coo-catchoo, Mrs. Jackie Robinson.

Okay, it's not like that. Is it?

Well, maybe it's like an audition.

For your cock.

No, she already said
you were funny, right?

Now she's trying to see how funny.

She's all buddy-buddy
with these shitheads.

And maybe that's how she does it.

- Go wow her.
- Mm.

With your cock.

What the fuck?

Were you including me

when you were talking
about those shitheads?

Because, frankly, I would
love to be promoted

from peon to shithead.

Well, you know Goldie and I are
on a first-name basis now.

Yeah.

Of course, she thinks
that name is "Freddie."

Wait. Your name isn't Freddie?

Not to interrupt your
mutual attempts at banter,

but there appears to be
a shithead in distress

waving you over as we speak.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm going with the Picasso bit.

What? Why?

Because Edgar said my
family shit is lame,

and he's right... it is lame.

And the Picasso bit is raw,
but that doesn't even matter.

- Okay, stop...
- No, listen...

- No. Stop.
- Listen...

You know the only word I
heard you say was "Edgar."

You know Edgar.

He makes his living messing
with people's minds.

The Picasso bit is gonna be great,

but it's a work in progress,

and you always kill
with your family stuff.

And you're gonna kill it tonight.

Fucking Edgar.

You're right.

It's nice having a
girlfriend who's a comedian.

Hey, fuck off. Have a good set.

I can't get used to the
size of things out here.

I went to this Beverly
Hills public pool.

Big pool, not crowded...

also, not public.

Turns out I was in
someone else's backyard.

They had me arrested for trespassing.

But where I'm from, if
you got a yard that big,

you already in jail.

You know, I admire the
Civil Rights movement.

I don't know how they did it.

You know, could you
imagine Jews rioting?

Oh, all that fire, the heat.

Ugh.

Throw a couple German
Shepherds in there,

not exactly a breed we gravitate to.

Ugh, but protesting on the other hand.

Protesting is something Jews
might actually excel at,

because protesting...

basically organized complaining.

You know? What do we want?

Freedom. When do we want it?

I don't know. I'm just worried.

I'm not married.

I don't like the idea
of marriage, you know?

I find the anniversary
gifts a real turnoff.

First year, paper. Second year, cotton.

Third year, leather.

Sounds like a suicide kit.

Paper to write the suicide note with.

"Thanks for the cotton last year, honey,

and this year for the belt
to hang myself with."

I think we need to
update this list, right?

First year, peace. Second year, quiet.

Third year, fix me up with your sister.

Don't fuck me on this intro.
Just keep it short and sweet.

"Very funny man, Edgar Martinez."

Yeah, I'm not really big
on lying to the public.

Okay, just do what I ask,
and I'll do you the favor

of swatting away all the pigs
that fly out of Goldie's ass

- when you get your big break.
- That's my time.

- Thank you guys so much.
- Douche.

Bill Hobbs, ladies
and gentlemen, Bill Hobbs!

Are you guys having a
good time tonight, huh?

Whoo!

Good, good, good, good!

I know this guy is, 'cause,
wow, look at his date.

She is gorgeous. And he is not.

Whoo-ah! God, the power
of Christ compels you.

Don't look straight into his eyes.

When I look at this
couple, I-I feel that

a short straw somehow
played a role in this.

Did you lose a bet?

Are you... are you... is
there a gun under the table?

Guys, don't feel bad for her.
She charges by the pound.

She's doing great.

Is this your daughter, or...
or are you just rich?

- Both.
- Both! Nice!

Well, a follow-up question...
are you single?

Because I'm looking for
a sugar daddy-in-law.

Yeah? She's not answering.
She'll tell me later.

All right, guys, let's move on.

We have got a guy coming up.

He is Mexican. That's his act.
Good night.

No, I'm kidding, kidding.

Seriously, uh, this guy is great.

If life is a potluck, he
only brought the guacamole.

He's straight out of the
mean streets of Brentwood,

here to tell you how Mexicans
are different, Edgar Martinez!

- You are a dead man.
- Blow me.

Hey.

We are.

We are... we are different, right?

For example, when
Mexicans go to the store,

we bring the whole family.

Uh...

We want to br... buy
some cottage cheese,

we put it up to a vote.

And everybody can only get one thing,

'cause we don't have
much room in the car.

Right, everybody's holding one grape.

Then we got to go back,

get some more stuff.

You don't do crowd work
during a showcase.

Hey, hey, hey!

Unwritten rule number
seven, written right here!

I got laughs! You didn't!

I should have had your
fucking spot, man!

Yeah? Fucking insulting the comic

you're bringing up, you motherfucker!

Is this still a fight?

It's starting to look
like how babies are made.

Yeah, this was my shot.

You never had a shot, Edgar! Ha ha!

Because you fucked it up!

Get the fuck off of him!

What the...

What the hell was that out there?

I was just amping 'em up.

More like fucking him up.

Thank you, Goldie.

D...

Bill, Monday morning,

Ten a. m. Butterman's office.

Are you shitting me?

Congratulations, Billy.

Okay!

Okay, all right. You two settle down.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

This isn't over, asshole.

You punch like it's the
second day of your period.

- Yeah, fuck you.
- Easy.

Congratulations.

Fucking...

No.

What, are you coming from church?

N-no, no, no, I have a
T-shirt on under this.

I just wasn't sure of what...

The dress code?

You're painting a room, not
taking it out to dinner.

All this pink, I want it gone.

We're going olive.

My little sister's room used
to look just like this.

My daughter's room.

Little girls and pink.

This is probably the first time, huh?

What?

I was just thinking that
it's probably the first time

that a white woman has
ever wanted a black man

in her daughter's bedroom.

So your daughter likes olive now, huh?

Hates it.

You'll find what you need in the garage.

Anything you want to eat, you
help yourself in the kitchen.

I'll be down at the club, you need me.

What do you think?

Well, that depends.

Are you going skiing or
gonna blow Dick Cavett?

Oh, Dick and I were gonna ski first,

but I do usually blow
him when we're done.

Well, then you look great.

So that's a no to the turtleneck.

Well, actually, that's a
fuck, no, but I'm a lady.

You still haven't told
me what Butterman said.

"I saw your 15. Now do your best six.

Buy a suit.

You look like you play for
a women's softball team."

And then some quick story
about how he one time

saw Joni Mitchell peeing
outdoors while standing up.

- Way to bury the lede.
- Mm.

Also, Dionne Warwick is hosting.

And apparently she finds
excessive eye contact crass.

Well, I'm still very happy for you

despite your many hurdles.

My dad and my sister are coming out.

Wow.

I'm kind of excited to meet your dad.

Yeah, I don't know why I told them.

Because this is your moment,

and you want the people that matter most

to be there for you.

Oh, you're gonna be there, huh?

I'll think about it if you
lose that turtleneck.

What you need is a groovy shirt.

I'm gonna take the suit,

but I'll need the
alterations done quickly.

I got Midnight Special.

Uh, the suit's not on special.

Sorry.

No, uh, it's a...

it's a television show,
Midnight Special.

I'm gonna be on it.

Oh, I don't watch television.

Right.

I think we can just put it
on the... like, the cuff here.

It has to make... be,
like, flashy, make noise.

- It's itchy. It's itchy.
- Okay, this one you don't need.

What, you got kin coming
up from Tennessee?

No, dude, Maggie pulled some strings

and got us on Let's Make a Deal.

Jobs?

Even better... contestants.

- What?
- Yeah, and I got you costumes.

People just leave them in the
Dumpster behind the studio.

Yeah, you smell like
desperation and mouse urine.

No, Z, this could be big, okay?

We're on the trading floor. All
we got to do is get picked.

Wait. We... we got to get picked?

Yeah. Do you even watch the show?

No.

Well, then you don't know
how incredible this is.

You could win a dining-room set

or patio furniture.

Oh, great.

We can be comfortable while we starve.

No, dude, a-anything we win,

we're gonna sell and use to buy food.

It's all about the cash value.

Yeah, and don't forget to
bring a hard-boiled egg.

What? Why?

Because Monty's gonna ask
you for random shit,

and then give you 50 bucks for it.

And hard-boiled eggs are his go-to item.

This is a fucking ridiculous plan.

These people,
dressed as they are,

come from all over the
United States to make deals.

Here in the market place of America,

Let's Make a Deal!

And now here's
America's top trader,

TV's big dealer,

Monty Hall!

Thank you.

Me make-em big deal.

Yay.

I have some
reservations about this one...

Unless you want space food
sticks for dinner, get excited.

Monty only chooses excited people.

Like I already don't hate myself enough.

The yolk's on you, my friend.

All right. Let's see.

What do we have here?
What do we have here?

What's that? "Not scared
to crow for a deal."

I'm not, Monty.

All right.

Ron Shack. Good name.

Uh, Ron Shack, will you crow for me?

Caw, caw!

Not bad. Come on.

We just moved here from Boston.

I mean, I'm originally from Tennessee,

but we moved there when I was, like, 15.

Okay, you and the... uh, the sunflower?

No, no, he's...

he was... the sunflower
was always from Boston.

All right. And who do we have here?

Uh, Eddie...

Show him your thing.

Uh, Eddie Zeidel. Is that correct?

That's close enough, Monty!

All right.

Well, Ron and Eddie from Boston

and formerly from Tennessee,

do either of you have a hard-boiled egg?

We do! We do, Monty.

Give him the egg.

I ate it. I ate it.

What?

I didn't think that was a real thing.

Monty, we had an egg, I promise.

I'm so sorry, but he ate it.

All right, well...

Well, don't worry because I
have something else planned.

Jay, let's bring down the register.

Thank you, Jay.

Now, Ron, would you
like to push a button?

Yes, absolutely, Monty!

Whoo!

Two hundred dollars!

That's right, $200.

What do we have here?

One, two...

Hey.

You want this?

Ah, no such thing as a
free lunch, my friend.

I'm not too sure about what I'm eating,

but it's good.

It's liverwurst.

I think that's what my
granddad died from.

Because he... he used to drink and...

So why do you have an empty birdcage?

Bird died.

Oh.

Had it eight years.

It was a birthday gift to
my daughter, for her ninth.

So what did you do with it?

What, the parakeet?

Flushed it. What else
do you do with a dead bird?

Right.

So why are you painting
your daughter's room

a color that she doesn't like?

Not her room anymore.

Did she go off to college or something?

Hello?

Do not tell me that
shit is still going on.

Jesus Christ.

I-I-I'll be right there.

Fucking kids.

Sully, you are telling me that Edgar

had a bum shit in your car?

One of the waitresses saw
Edgar literally open the door

and allow the bum into my car!

How does she know I
wasn't letting him out?

- Shut up.
- Enough.

Let's get to the bigger point.

Why the fuck are you
involving me in this?

Don't you think I have my
own shit to deal with?

Well, it happened in your parking lot,

so I assume it's under
your jurisdiction.

Well, I think the burden
of proof is on Sully.

I mean, I deny ever telling a bum

to shit in his front seat.

I am willing to agree
to the lesser charge

of just feeding a bum
Dinty Moore Beef Stew

and pointing him towards his car.

This fucking guy! See? Right there?
He's saying it.

That is enough. Stop.

Sully, you brought this on yourself.

Uh...

"He's a Mexican, that's his act"

is not an introduction.

Edgar is a goddamn lunatic,

- and you know it.
- Hey.

What'd you think was gonna happen?

- I'm the victim here!
- No, I am.

And I don't want to hear
another word about this.

Here's Ron and Eddie, Ron and Eddie.

Yeah, Monty!

Tell me, boys, do you
still have that $200,

or did Eddie here eat it?

No, no, no, we still have it.

Yeah, no, I didn't eat that, Monty.

All right.

Well, would you like to
trade that 200 bucks for

what's behind the curtain where
Carol Merrill is standing?

Ron, we already have $200,

and somebody just won a baby elephant,

so let's just... let's just pack it in,

call it a day.

We'll take the curtain, Monty.

All right, for Ron and
Eddie, what do we got?

We have a billiard table.

Jay?

That's right. It's a
brand-new billiard table,

featuring a burn-resistant
cloth surface,

high-speed rubber cushions...

Where are we putting that?

Retail value.

We sell that baby, we
can eat for months.

Manufactured in
Costa Mesa, California,

this beautiful billiard table retails

for $1,895!

- Yes! Yes! Yes!
- Yes.

Yes! Yes!

- I'll get that.
- Thanks.

- You finally made it.
- Oh, you finally made it.

This is big, Billy.

Yeah, it's not The Tonight Show,

but if Dionne Warwick's doing it,

it's got to mean something.

That's all Dad's been talking
about the whole trip...

Dionne Warwick.

She's a fine Negro singer, much
better than the other one.

I promised I would get her
autograph for your mom,

who sends her love, obviously.

Yeah, uh, Cass, this is my dad, Warren,

my sister, Susan.

Hi, nice...
Nice to meet you both.

Nice to finally meet you.

Bill goes on and on
about you constantly.

Is that so?

It's not constantly.

Bill...

where are you manners?

Uh, right, this is Sparky.

And, uh, my dad brought
him, even though I told him

my apartment doesn't allow pets.

Well, hell, what, you didn't think

he would come to Hollywood
to see his big-shot brother

going up on the doodad show?

He's not my brother.

And it's, uh, Midnight Special.

It's not the doodad show.

Well, I actually just
wanted to come and say hi.

But I got to get to Goldie's.

You're leaving? I ordered
Chinese food for us.

I know, but I'm going up tonight,

and, you know, I got my three
pairs of jeans to go through...

faded, really faded, and
practically obscene.

Goldie's is the comedy
club where Bill practices.

Performs.

You a waitress, sweetie?

I'm a comedian.

Oh, I-I thought you were his girlfriend.

She is. She's both.

Well, can we come see you?

I'm not on till really late.

I don't... I don't get
the good time slots yet.

I'm... I'm still working my
way up to where Bill is.

Hmm. You sure that's the direction?

Just busting
your grapes, Billy.

Anyhow, it was
very nice to meet you both.

Yeah, and we'll see you at the show...

Bill's show, I mean.

Yeah, the doodad show.

Definitely.

Bye.

She seems like
a really sweet girl.

I never had a Jew.

Now, who wants to participate
in our Big Deal of the Day?

Where you can trade in an earlier deal

for a chance at a really big prize.

Me! Me, Monty, me and Eddie!

No, we're good! We're good, Monty!

Hey, you, scarecrow, listen to me.

We need to quit while we're ahead.

We have a billiard table already.

Let's just sell it and eat.

Jeez, would you stop being such a pussy?

I'm not being a pussy! I'm just...

Why take the risk?

Are you serious?

We're out here because
we're taking a risk.

I mean, every morning we get
up, everything we do...

moving here was a fucking risk.

I think that's a yes.

You're right. Fuck it.

Monty! Over here! Caw! Caw!

Don't caw. You're a flower.

You sound like a fucking idiot.

She wants door number three.

Let's see what's behind
door number three.

A new car!

Ride in style to
your next poker game

in a brand-new Cadillac.

This El Dorado's loaded
with all of Cadillac's

famous power accessories,
plus air conditioning...

the ultimate in luxury

from Casa de Cadillac in
Sherman Oaks, California,

with tax and license included.

It sells for

$10,413.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Monty! Over here, Monty!

Pick us! Pick us!

- Monty, we're ready.
- Pick us, Monty!

- He loves us... Monty.
- I know, I see him, I see him.

Ron and Eddie, Ron and Eddie.

You guys have a billiard table worth

$1,895.

Which door do you choose?

Two! Two!

We want door number one.

Okay, door number one...
let's see what's behind it.

Oh.

That's what happens when
you gamble at pool.

Hey, guys,
your ride home is here.

Say, Jay, just so they don't
go home empty-handed,

what else do we have for them?

Hee-haw, it's a year's
supply of Rice-A-Roni,

the one you saut? and simmer
to flavor perfection.

The San Francisco Treat!

Yes.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes!

We did it.

I love having kids.

Best part about being a dad,

I only have to see them
every other weekend.

My wife's new husband...
he's great.

He even taught me how
to throw a football.

You guys are a hot crowd,

not like my ex-wife...

cold, drunk, and out
at two in the morning.

Hey.

Hey, what are you doing here? It's late.

Can't a guy support his girlfriend?

Um, that's sweet, but...

please go home.

Do we have a problem?

Problem? Why would we have a problem?

My father and my sister show up,

and you couldn't get out
of there fast enough.

No, I just... I was going up tonight,

and I just needed time to prepare.

You needed five hours?

You'd flip if I pulled this shit on you

right before you were gonna go on.

Have you seen this crowd?

This crowd is no different
than any other crowd.

- They're not even listening.
- So make them listen.

You know, you're being kind
of an asshole right now.

You haven't played 2 a.
m. in a long time,

and sometimes it's just a sucky crowd.

Then give me five of your minutes,

and I'll turn 'em around.

Is this a test?

A test?

Yeah. Are you testing me?

Yeah, I am. I'm being a
dedicated boyfriend, okay?

And... and unlike you as a girlfriend,

I think I'm passing with flying colors.

Well, I guess that depends
on what your definition is.

And what's your definition, Cass...

carrying a torch for a dead guy?

All right. Up next...

Who we got? Um...

They asleep back there? Who's next?

Cassie?

I can't believe you would do this to me

right before I fucking go on.

If you can't handle it,

I'll warm 'em up for you.

No, I don't need you to do that.

Bill, I don't need you to do that.

Oh, all right, we got
a last-minute substitution.

Uh, he's a regular on The Main Stage,

you're gonna see him on
Midnight Special very soon.

My man, Mr. Bill Hobbs!

All right. Good morning.

Wow, what are the odds of an
entire front row of people

who all had their dogs put
down on the same day, huh?

Uh, I'm not married. Don't
like the idea of marriage.

The whole anniversary gifts
is a real turnoff to me.

You know, first year, paper.
Second year, cotton.

Third year, leather.

Sounds like a suicide kit, doesn't it?

You know, it's...

The paper to write the
suicide note with, you know?

Like, "Oh, thanks for the
cotton last year, babe,

and now the, uh, belt
to hang myself with."

I feel like we should
amend that list, you know.

It needs to be updated.

It's one of those things
where it's, uh...

That company
is gonna fall apart.

a new... uh-uh, hey. Excuse me?

Hi. Yeah, you, talking.

I'm... I'm talking to you.

Uh, who else would I be talking to?

Um, I'm up here working,

so if you don't mind
shutting the fuck up...

Whoa!

I'd be, uh, forever grateful.

- Thank you.
- Just ignore me, okay?

Uh, ignoring you is probably
easy for everyone in your life,

but, uh, this is my job.

So I'm up here, doing my job,

my job is to stand here, talking,

and yours is to sit
with your mouth shut,

listening, okay?

Be nice. We got laid off today.

You got laid today?

Judging by the expression on
your face, it wasn't that good.

Our whole department got laid off today.

Oh, really?

Then why the fuck did you
come to a comedy show?

Huh?

Oh, Jesus, lady, you think
just 'cause your life is shit,

you need to come here
and share the wealth?

You know how fucking hard this is?

No, you have no idea

what it's like to put
yourself out there.

I'm... I'm sure it's a lot harder
than whatever widget factory

you and the traveling mausoleum
got shit-canned from today.

Oh, great. Okay.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

Oh, oh, you taking off?
Now you gonna leave, huh?

Fuck off. Go.

Unemployment office isn't open
for another couple hours, girls.

You're an asshole.

Yeah, I am an asshole. Don't
ever fucking come back.

Fuck it.

Everybody, Bill Hobbs!

Keynote speaker at
the next feminist convention.

Hello?

Had a colleague
at your club last night,

said your Hobbs guy put on quite a show.

Ugly, with a capital U.

Well, I have no fucking idea
what you're talking about.

We're dropping your boy.

Dropping him?

Well, that's fucking insane.

He wasn't even scheduled.

We just want to wait a bit.

We'll revisit the situation
in a couple of months.

Art, I give you my word, Bill's a pro.

Comics go off on people all the time.

Maybe he had too much to drink, huh?

According to my guy,
he didn't just go off.

He went ballistic.

Look, we already got Robert Klein.

Let's talk in a couple of months.

What, I-I'm an
idiot all of a sudden?

I don't know my own kids?

Did I tell you I gave up coffee?

The caffeine... made me anxious,

made me say things in a way that was,

let's just say, not as I'd intentioned.

Ended up burning a lot of bridges.

Not me.

I love my coffee.

But you go ahead...

you enjoy your fucking tea.

Hello?

Hey, Goldie, what's up?

I picked up your suit

because that's what girlfriends do.

Someone was there from Midnight Special

when I...

And, uh, I'm not...

They cancelled.

Is that Carrie?

Well, is she coming in or not?

Um, I'm... Thank you, Mr. Hobbs, but...

She can't stay, Dad.

Did this just happen?

Yeah, Goldie just hung up.

I'll call you later tonight, okay?

Okay.

You're okay, right?

Yeah.

Thanks for...

Now what'd you do?

The paint's looking good.

Oh. Thanks.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

How are you at putting up shelves?

Fine.

'Cause I'm thinking
about putting some up

where the bureau was...

making this into an office.

I don't have one up here.

I do all my work at the
dining-room table.

I got four bedrooms.

It's crazy, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So your... your daughter's gonna sleep

in one of the other rooms?

My daughter.

My daughter took off six months ago.

Van pulled up, some
droopy-eyed stoner got out.

She shoved everything that
mattered into a pink suitcase

I bought for her when we went on a trip

to the Grand Canyon when she was six.

And that, as they say, was that.

- Did she call or...?
- No.

I was on my own when I was 17,

so same difference, I suppose.

I mean, clearly, she can
come home if she wants.

Clearly, she doesn't want.

Yeah, you love 'em, you feed 'em,

try to protect 'em...
mostly from themselves.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

Ah, well, world keeps spinning, right?

You miss her?

Uh... uh, I'm sorry.

She wore these slippers.

They made this sound when she walked...

like someone sanding wood.

I miss that...

that sound.

I didn't need to talk. I
didn't need to see her.

That sound, that... that was enough.

The shelves are in the garage.

It's not your fault.

You know that, right?

It's just, it's... it's
some kind of Hobbs curse.

Your grandfather was, um...

a cobbler, right?

And he made

the most beautiful men's shoes.

He saved up the money and
opened up his own shop.

And then the Depression hits.

Oh, people don't need fancy shoes.

They need a piece of bread,

a bowl of soup.

It's not his fault.

He died working for some bum

who treated him like dirt.

He worked until he was almost 70.

This guy yelling at him like...

like he was some teenager
working there after school.

The man fought in the
Battle of Belleau Wood,

for Christ's sake.

And me...

It's Jap cars cutting into Detroit...

ten years from my retirement.

Fuck.

God's got it out for the
Hobbs, that's all I know.

Your grandfather

compared us Hobbs to cavemen
throwing rocks at the moon,

trying to knock it out of the sky.

So try to think of it
as some sort of a...

rite of passage...

'cause you never stood a chance, son.

Just throwing rocks at the moon,

like the rest of us.

- Edgar.
- Hmm?

This guy look familiar to you?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh,
it's your dad, right?

He admitted that you told
him to shit in my car.

Oh, my God, Edgar, what did you do?

I just fed a hungry man
Dinty Moore Beef Stew,

and what he did after
that was his business.

- Huh, literally.
- Right.

Oh, shit.

You have five seconds to bust my balls,

or I'm gonna kick the fuck out
of each and every one of you.

I think this just became
a Midnight After-school Special.

Uh, the only special Bill's
gonna be shooting on Thursday

is a .38.

I don't know what's rustier,

that suit, your pubes, or your act.

What do you got, old man?

You said there'd be
olives for me if I...

Come on, Dad, let's get you fed.

That was the best one.

Bill, I'm really sorry...

that you can't return that suit.

Oh.

You own it?

Got to love the comedian.

But to be honest, I was kind
of hoping for the girlfriend.

Well, the shelves are up,

and, um, all the painting is finished.

Thank you, Adam.

Come back tomorrow. I'll
have more work for you.

Goldie, why am I here?

speaking Yiddish

One morning,

while she was making their breakfast,

Yussel walked up to his wife, Hette,

and pinched her on the tuchus.

And he said, "You know,

if you firm this up,

we could get rid of your girdle."

Now, Hette thought this was
a terrible thing to say.

But she refrained from responding.

Next morning,

Yussel wakes Hette up by
squeezing her breast.

He says, "You know, if we firm these up,

you could get rid of your bra."

Now, Hette thought this
was unacceptable...

and had to respond this time.

So...

she rolled over

and grabbed him by his dick,

and with a strong grip,

she said, "You know,
if you firm this up,

we could get rid of the postman,
the butcher, and your brother."

That is so fun...

Oh, shit.

Whew.

I'm still not... not sure
why I'm here, though.

I guess it's because you know
when to shut the fuck up.

speaking Yiddish

And now a guy who made
his national TV debut

this week, almost.

Let's get some pity applause for Mr.
Bill Hobbs.

I'm not married. I'm, uh, not
into the idea of marriage

I find the anniversary
gifts a real turnoff.

You know, first year, paper.
Second year, cotton.

Third year, leather.

Sounds like a suicide kit.

Paper to write the suicide
note with, you know.

"Thanks for the cotton last year, honey,

oh, and the belt this year
to hang myself with."

I feel like we should update this list

just a little bit, don't you?

Yeah, first year, peace.
Second year, quiet.

Third year, fix me up with your sister.

The cans on her.

I'm half Irish, half Italian.

You know, this is what happens
when a little Italian woman

wants to get back at her dad.

She goes, and she sleeps with
the biggest Mick in town.

And out pops a full-sized leprechaun.

Whoo!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Four?

Dinty Moore, four for a buck.

Peace?

Peace.

Want a ride home?

Yeah. Thanks, Sully.

Don't know the second verse.

- There's a second verse?
- Mm.

speaking Yiddish

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