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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.

♪ Jazz music ♪

♪

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.

♪ Donny Hathaway's
"Voices Inside" plays ♪

♪

This room is toast.

♪ Let's get down now ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪

Yeah.

♪ I see people ♪

♪ I hear voices ♪

♪ Of many people ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I see people... ♪

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.

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

Hey. You cutting it close.

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

♪ I see people ♪

♪ I hear voices... ♪

Anybody here like magic?

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

♪ I hear voices ♪

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?

♪ Rock music ♪

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-Thérèse Walter."

Since when have mistresses
been put in obits?

"And another son and daughter
both the children

of Françoise 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.

♪ Baby... ♪

♪

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!

♪ Jazz music ♪

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.

♪ Pensive music ♪

♪

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.

♪ Lively funk music ♪

♪

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...

♪ upbeat rock music ♪

♪

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 sauté 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...

♪ somber music ♪

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.

♪ Somber jazz music ♪

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.

♪ Rock music ♪

♪

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

♪ Jon Brion's "So Now Then"
plays ♪

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.

♪

♪ Rice-A-Roni ♪

♪ The San Francisco Treat ♪

♪ Ding ding ♪

Don't know the second verse.

- There's a second verse?
- Mm.

Speaking Yiddish

♪ Dionne Warwick's
"Walk On By" plays ♪

♪

♪ If you see me
walking down the street ♪

♪ And I start to cry
each time we meet ♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Make believe ♪

♪ That you don't see the tears ♪

♪ Just let me grieve
in private ♪

♪ 'Cause each time I see you ♪

♪ I break down and cry ♪

♪

♪ Walk on by ♪

♪ Don't stop ♪