All language subtitles for Iliza Shlesinger War Paint 2013

Ladies and gentlemen,

iliza shlesinger!

All right!

Dallas, Texas!

Thank you.

Oh.

How are you guys doing?
Thank you for coming out, y'all.

Fantastic.

I am so excited and honored
to be shooting my hour special

in my hometown of Dallas, Texas.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm so excited to be here.

Not thrilled with getting here.

I have to be honest.

I fly enough that I feel
I have the right to say this.

If you work for an airline,

I hate you.

Okay? I hate you.

And I don't want to hear,

"no, my cousin Sheila's
a real sweetheart.

She works for southwest."

Fuck your cousin Sheila.

All right, your cousin Sheila's
a goddamn bitch.

And I'll tell you
something else.

The only reason
people work for airlines

is because the Nazi party
is no longer hiring.

I don't have an issue...
Thank you.

I don't have an issue
with flying.

My issue is with the boarding
of the plane.

Has anyone else here
ever had the misfortune

of being stuck
in boarding zone four?

Like, that's when
you have a seat...

You have a ticket
'cause you're holding it...

But you're so low
on the food chain,

it pretty much goes,
like, first-class,

luggage, terrorists, maybe you.

And they take
such painstaking care

to board zones
one through three.

And if you don't fly
that airline often enough,

you are s.O.L. In terms
of getting on that plane

'cause they are boarding groups
of people

that you didn't even know

you could apply to be part of.

We're gonna start boarding
flight 556 to dallas/fort worth.

We're gonna start boarding
zone one.

These are
our first-class passengers,

our first members,
our gold members,

our golden shower members.

There you go.
Thank you, there you go.

Right this way.

Our golden eagle members,
our eagle face members.

If you have an eagle face
instead of a person face

'cause you lost your face

in some sort of horrible holiday
Turkey deep fry accident,

you didn't have enough butt fat

to get a nose grafted
onto your face,

so you had to borrow one
from an eagle,

so now you have a beak,
and you like to eat mice,

you can get on the plane.

Boarding zone two...
These are our silver members,

our silver star members,
our silver surfer members.

If anybody likes comic books,
you're a fuckin' nerd.

You can sit in the back
of the plane.

Silver hair, if you're old,
hurry the fuck up.

Silver spoons, if you like
Ricky schroder, '80s TV shows,

you were born really wealthy,
you can get on the plane.

Silver bullet summer...
No, ma'am, you cannot bring

your coors light
up in this, bitch.

Boarding zone three.

These are our...

These are our copper members,
our copper star members,

our copper topper members.

Is anybody using
a duracell-operated device?

I don't give a shit
if it's a pacemaker.

You turn that off for takeoff.

Copperhead.

If you have a copperhead snake
as a pet

instead of a normal goddamn pet
like a dog or a cat,

you're like, "fuck it,
I'm gonna get me a snake.

"Yeah, fuck you, dad.
I'm not going to law school.

"I'm gonna go
to art school online

"and learn how to draw dragons

"and manage a hot topic
in my spare time.

"I love my snake.

"I'm bringing her
to Thanksgiving.

"Her name is Judy.
We're in snake love.

"I love her so much.
Don't touch me, mom."

You get on the plane.

And boarding zone four,
you can go fuck yourself.

Now boarding all zones.

I spend a lot of time traveling.

Spend a lot of time in hotels.

And as a result of it,
I watch a lot of TV.

And I think
the saddest commercial out there

has to be the s.P.C.A.
Sarah mclachlan ad.

Seen it?

With the fucked up animals?

Can I tell you a secret
about this commercial?

It knows when you're alone.

Do you ever notice
it only comes on

when you're by yourself,
maybe you're drunk?

You're vulnerable, right?

And what's crazy is at first,

yes, you are sad
for the animals.

But the longer you watch it,

the longer your sadness
kind of begins to turn on you,

and by the end of it, somehow,

you just feel really bad
for yourself?

You're sitting there,
like, "oh, my God.

There's... that cat
doesn't have a face."

I don't know. "I'm so sad.

"I feel so bad for him.

"And I feel so bad
for his cat family.

And I feel so bad for... Me."

"Oh, God. What am I gonna do?

"What should I do?

I should... i should...
I should get a cat."

So you get a cat.

But because he's
from the s.P.C.A.,

like, let's be honest, he's all,
like, fucked up and autistic.

Just shits everywhere.

You're like, "oh, my God.
What did you eat?"

Goes through your stuff.

He only eats the buttons
off your good sweaters.

You're like, "how did you know
to go to for the good sweaters?

"Why didn't you go
for the crappy sweaters?

Why do you have
such exquisite taste?"

Gotta get rid of him
'cause he's ruining everything.

But what do you do?
You can't kill him because...

Because that's fucking insane,
I guess.

But you gotta get rid of him.
So what do you do?

I'm gonna tell you.

You put kitty in the car.

You drive him to a neighborhood
he doesn't know.

You let him out of the car.

Don't worry.

The s.P.C.A. Will find that cat.

I don't know if you've noticed.

They're in the business
of secondhand cattery.

They find the cat.
They clean him off.

They update his resume.

He gets a job managing,
like, a chipotle.

He's fine, all right?

So in honor of that commercial,

I have a treat for you guys.

This is my cat.

This is my dog blanche,
and I adopted her.

And sometimes when you adopt
an animal,

you don't know their back story.

So for blanche, I made one up.

In my house,
we pretend that blanche

used to be a dog prostitute...

Which makes sense,
because as you can tell,

she's a little sad
behind the eyes...

But she clearly has no problem

with you staring
at her dog vagina.

Make it rain.

Shake it for the money.

So in honor of that commercial,
she and I are now going to do

our rendition of it for you.

Here we go.

In the arms

of the angel,

far away

from here,

in this dark, cold hotel room,

and the end,

dah, dah, dah, dah, dah

you were pulled...

That's it.
That's it for blanche.

Let's get serious.

My dog is so cute,
I want to hurt her.

Do you ever get that way?

When something is so cute,
it makes you angry.

I just want to rip its nose
and...

You ever get that way
when something is so cute,

you don't know if you can
trust yourself around it?

I used to get that way
with my Nana.

She's, like, this tall,
and you ever hug

your grandparent,
and you're, like, "oh, my God,

I just wanna push you
down the stairs."

You ever feel that way?

You ever feel the urge,
just, "what if I just..."

"Just feel like..."

Hypothetically.

Sometimes, I get that way
around garbage disposals.

You ever just put your hand in
just to feel the... feel the fear?

You reach the other hand over.

You don't touch the switch,
but you hover around it?

You're like, "what if I just..."

"No!"

I don't do that either.
It was just a joke.

Sometimes you get that way
with cute things, like babies.

Sometimes babies are so cute.

Sometimes babies
are not so cute.

But sometimes babies... so cute,

you know,
fat, little, baby cheek.

You just want
to rip his cheek off.

But you can't 'cause you won't

be allowed
around the baby anymore.

That's for goddamn sure.

There was another version
of that commercial.

What happened was they aired
that commercial.

And it was such a hit, so many
people were adopting pets,

so many people
were donating money,

so many people were
going on antidepressants.

And they were like,
"let's do another one."

So they tried to recreate
the magic of that one.

So in this commercial, they play

another Sarah mclachlan song,
okay?

I don't know the song,
but it's some lesbian chant.

That's happening.

And they zoom in
on these pictures

of these jacked up animals.

And at the bottom of the screen,

they put a caption
of what the animal is thinking?

Now, where they got
that information, I don't know.

They show a dog,
and he's all no teeth.

He's just awful-looking,
like, "nah!"

"Where's my family?"

"I don't know!"

They show another dog,
and he's all muddy and gnarly.

He's just, "nah!"

"I hope they come back for me."

"Nah!

"Dad, you said you was
going for cigarettes.

"Why?

It's me, spot."

And then, they showed a cat.

And this cat was,
like, 45 pounds.

It... it had one eye.

And it turned... do you know him?

And it turned around...
He turned around in slow motion,

and it wasn't a camera trick.

He's just, like,
a 45-pound cat, I guess.

He doesn't have,
like, a meeting to rush to.

So he's not...

"I'm sorry
for whatever I did wrong."

No, that's where I stopped
buying that commercial.

There's no way
a cat has remorse.

You ever met a cat?

There's no way he's apologetic.

Whatever that cat did
to land him in cat jail,

he's not sorry he did it.

He's sorry he got caught.

There's a difference.

That cat's as hard as they come.
He doesn't give a shit.

He's sitting there
in his little cat cell.

He's got "meow mix for life"
tattooed on his little belly.

He's got a little rat
that he's made his bitch.

It's carving a shiv
out of cheese in the corner.

He's got one sharpened cat claw.

He's just running it
against the bars, like, "brr.

Brr."

Oh, yeah, he's got one eye.
I forgot.

"Brr. Brr."

He's like, "hear me?"

"I don't give a fuck."

"You think I care?

"Oh, hell, yeah,
I scratched up your curtains.

And I'd do it again. Fuck you."

This is a cat paw.

That commercial is sad.

The commercial that makes me
feel the worst about myself,

I would have to say, would be
the p90x commercials.

That commercial always comes on
when I'm eating...

Which is the worst time

for any fitness commercial
comes on 'cause it knows

when you're sitting there
being a little fatty,

eatin' Graham crackers
with your shirt off,

watching "Law & Order: SVU."

It knows.

And it comes on, and it gets
you, you're just sittin' there.

You're like,
"I'll never find love.

I don't know. I don't..."

"Do you want to get in shape?"

You're like...

And by the way,
it's not asking you

if you want to get
in regular-person shape.

It's not talking
to normal people.

It's talking
to, like, Navy seals.

It's talking to crazy people.

It's not asking you
if you want to look mediocre

when you go to the pool
this summer, uh-uh.

It's just for crazy...
It's saying,

"hey, faggot, do you want to get
in such fucking good shape

"so fucking quickly
that your arms

"and your...
And your chest and your back

"get too big to fit
through normal doorways,

"so every time you come through,
you smash into the plaster,

"and you're costing your mother
thousands of dollars

"in drywall damage?

"Is that what you want?

"Do you want your friends
and family to fear you

"because you drink
horse testosterone

"and creatine shakes,
and they make you sleep outside?

"Is that what you fuckin' want?

"Do you want to get so huge
so quickly,

"so unnaturally,
that all your clothes

"shrink on you,
and they fit like baby clothes

"'cause you're like the hulk
mid-transformation,

"and you can't afford
to buy new clothes

'cause you spent all your money
on these fucking p90x DVDs?"

My question is why?

Why would the average guy

want to get that jacked
that fast?

Why? So you can, what,
be the strongest manager

at the verizon store?

What are you doing
with that muscle?

You work in sales.
You're not guarding sparta.

It's fine.

"This is smart phone."

I think p90x has
a subliminal message

that a lot of us are missing

'cause I don't think they're
talking to regular people.

I think the commercial needs
to be honest and come clean

and say what their product
is really meant for.

The commercial
should sound like this.

"Hey, p90x guy here. What's up?

"So did you,
like, recently commit a crime,

"and you've been sentenced
to prison,

and you have to report there
in 90 days, so..."

"You figure in the interim,

"you'll just get as huge
as possible

"for fear of the safety
of your butthole?

P90x."

Yeah.

It's a prison workout.

They're like, "you can do it

from the comfort
of your own living room."

That's 'cause your living room
and a jail cell

are roughly
the same square footage.

Do the math.

Think about it. "No equipment.

No excuses."
No shit there's no equipment.

You'll get raped
with equipment in prison.

You can't have it there.

"We here at p90x
want you to get creative

"with your workout.
Fuck your antiques, bro.

"Your girlfriend's
gonna break up with you

"when you go to jail anyway.

"May as well use shit
around your house.

"Take your dining room table.
Cut off the back legs.

"Put it at an angle.

"Now, you have a bench
for incline presses.

"P90x.

"Go ahead.
Grab your old kenwood speakers.

"That's right.
Take 'em off the front lawn.

"Use those for weight.

"You can take water bottles.
Dump that shit out.

"Fill 'em up with sand.

"Use those for bicep curls

"'cause you're too cheap
to buy a shake weight.

"You're gonna get enough of this
in prison.

P90x."

The problem with p90x
is that it works.

Like, yes,
it will change your body,

but only from the neck down.

They don't tell you
in the commercial

your face stays
exactly the same as it was.

"Do you want to have the body
of a 20-year-old adonis,

"but go ahead and keep the face

"of a balding,
middle-aged accountant?

"P90x, disappoint your wife
from the chin up

on a nightly basis."

These guys at p90x,

you want to look hot,
just get in shape.

I think women in our country
have too many options

for weight loss
to the point of paralysis.

There's so many options.

You go on TV, the Internet,
women's magazines.

There's so many,
you can't even make a choice.

I was reading a women's magazine
the other day

'cause I wanted to punish myself

and just feel awful,

and they had
all these diet tips.

Diet tips for ladies.

I saw this one in "cosmo."

They suggested that women,
if you're on a diet,

"next time you're on a diet
and you're hungry,

don't ruin the day..."
'cause your whole day is ruined

if you eat a doughnut,
by the way.

You have
to kill yourself immediately.

"Don't ruin the day
by grabbing a fried snack.

Instead, just grab
a handful of almonds."

Just go out... just go and grab
a handful of almonds.

You ever do this?

When you're hungry, you get
a handful of... you don't do that?

You don't go up
to the nearest tree

and just giraffe yourself like...

"Cindy, I'll be right there."

Handful of almonds.

"Cosmo" says get a handful
of almonds.

Just go ahead, get a handful
of almonds, and get a hand...

Why don't you go fuck yourself

with a handful
of almonds, "cosmo"?

See how full you get off that.

I'm a grown woman,
not a sugar squirrel.

Almonds.

Juicing. That's a big thing.

"Why don't you just juice it?
Do you want to just juice?

"We should do juices
and smoothies.

You wanna make a smoothie?"

You pronounce smoothie like this

'cause you only need this much
of your mouth open to drink it.

Smoothie.

They want women to do this.

Take all your food,
juice it down.

Go get your carrots.
Get your kale.

Don't forget the kale.
Get your kale.

Get the apples.
Put it in the juicer.

Go ahead and juice the apple
and the celery.

Put your hand in the juicer.
Juice your hand down.

Juice your hand
right down to the nub.

Make sure you juice all of it.
You'll lose 2 ounces.

Drink your hand, there's lots
of nutrients in your hand.

"Cosmo" never said
to juice your hand.

I'm just gonna
put that out there.

Make a smoothie.

Do you have time in the morning
to make a smoothie?

You have time for this?

No? Shocking.

You don't have time
in the morning

to go out to your own
personal botanical garden

and cut down
a brontosaurus brunch

worth of broccoli and asparagus,

juice it down to an ounce,

so you can shit green
for a week?

You don't have time?

I love being
a stand-up comedian.

It's probably the best job ever.

Uh, if I could have any job...

If I could have any job,
I would be a cat.

But that is not something

I'm supposed
to talk about in public.

If I could have any job
besides this,

I know this sounds weird,
but I would be a pharmacist

because I would be...

Like, I would add
something cool to it.

I would be, like, a different
kind of pharmacist, okay?

So I would
do it differently, okay?

So... so I would look
like a pharmacist.

I would wear the white coat,

'cause without the white coat,

you're just a drug dealer.

I'd wear the white coat,
but under it,

I would go to, like,
a renaissance fair.

We have renaissance fairs here?
All: Yeah.

Yes! Of course we do.
Every state's got white trash.

Of course we do.
So I'd go to a renaissance fair.

And I would go to, like,
the witch doctor's tent.

And I would get one of those,
like, medieval witch woman belts

that has, like, some leather.

And it's got bells
and raccoon pelts

and a jug
for your ale, whatever.

And it'd have, like, a jar
of pigeon whisperers.

I'd have all these things,
all the accoutrement

of a creepy witch on my belt.

And I'd put it under the coat
so that when I walked,

the coat would flare open,
and you'd get glimpses

of my medieval trickery
under it.

Just...

And you'd be in line
at the pharmacy.

And you'd be like, "what's up
with that one pharmacist?

"Is she into the dark arts?

"Is she a sorceress?
Magic with a 'k'?

Does she play "skyrim" alone?
What is that?"

And I wouldn't come up
to the counter.

Instead... instead of a bell
that you ring,

I would get...
I would get a raven.

I would stuff a raven.

And I would give it a beard.
I'd glue on the beard.

I would spend my time
gluing the beard on,

and it would have a beard, and
I would sit him on the perch,

so when you came up
to the counter,

you'd have to pull the beard.

And then the raven will go...

That's my cue to appear.

And then I'd... pfft. Yes?

Secretly, I was waiting under
the counter to hear the raven.

And then... pfft. Yes?

I was right there.
There's no magic.

I'm right there.

Yes, my child?

I call you my child

'cause that's what
creepy people do.

Yes?

And you'd hand me
your prescription.

And I'd say, "okay, one moment."

And I'd have a hump.
Oh, yeah, I have a hump.

You gotta have a hump.

If you're gonna be
making medicine,

you gotta have a hump

'cause the hump says
that you're serious.

A hump is your calling card.

A hump says,
"I'm not out partying.

"I'm not out getting drunk.

"I'm downstairs in the basement

"studying alchemy and...
And witchery.

"And I'm learning how to turn

"newt thoughts
into rat eyeballs.

"I'm doing things like that.

"I'm learning the proper use
for an erlenmeyer flask.

I'm down there
doing these things, okay?"

So I have the hump, and then...

And then, I'd take your...
I'd take your prescription.

And... one moment.

I have a limp too...

'Cause the limp

comes with the hump, standard.

And then I would set to work
making your medicine.

So I'd be back here,
and I would have my back to you.

And I'd... I'd have
all these sound effects

on, like, a keyboard ready,
so you would be standing there.

And you'd hear like...

"Eh, one moment."

And I would also have
a closed-circuit TV right here,

so I could watch everything
in the pharmacy, okay?

So you would go to,
like, touch something,

and I would see you on the TV.

And I would just say this,

"I wouldn't touch that
if I were you."

But I'm just watching you.

And I have...
And, like, an hour later,

I'd emerge with your medicine

in the orange bottle.

Like, I didn't make your shit.

I had it ready to go.

I was just wasting your time...

'Cause a hump suggests
that I'm making it,

so I want you
to follow that fantasy.

I didn't... i don't know how
to make medicine out of herbs.

I'm not Chinese.

So I have it.

And I'd come up to the counter.

And I'd say...
And I'd set it down.

And I'd say, "would you like
a consultation?"

And you'd say, "sure."
And I'd say, "okay."

And I'd hold up your pill
to the light.

I shouldn't touch your medicine,
but I'm going to.

I'd hold it up, and I'd say,
"take one!"

One, one.

And I'd have all the other
pharmacists flip the lights

on and off to make it...

And they'd put lighters up
to the sprinklers.

And we'd get
one of the fog machines

left over
from our Halloween sale.

And pfft,

and it would fill the room.

And we'd have people
wafting it with car mats

just to make it go
in some sort of circle.

"Take one
on the seventh solstice

of the third vernal equinox."

It's two different times a year,
but it's just a bit.

"Take one in the presence...

"presence of a righteous man

"with the blood of a virgin.

"Also with crackers,

so you don't upset your tummy."

I give it to you,
and as you are going to leave,

you didn't even say anything.

I'd say, "wait!"

I grab you...

Grab you with a grabbing hand.

What's a grabbing hand?
I'm gonna tell you.

You can't...
If you're gonna grab someone

and you want to instill fear
in their hearts,

you can't grab
with a well-manicured hand

with, like, a pretty ring.

No one's gonna be afraid.

If I grab you with this hand,
you'd be like, "what?

That sounds awesome."

It's got to be creepy, okay?

Someone grabs you
out of a grave.

What does it look like?
It's sinewy.

It's got dirty nails.
It's all "Thriller"-looking.

Just nah! Gonna grab him.

How do you make a grabbing hand?

I'm going to tell you.

You put your hand
outside your car

for two hours a day,

so it tans quicker
than the rest of you.

You take special liver pills
that prevent your liver

from functioning on this side.

So you start to get liver spots
all over, okay?

Now, you gotta make
your fingers creepy.

So maybe... so this finger...

You've got, like, a coke nail
on that finger.

This one's got, like... like,
a raccoon eyeball for a ring.

Maybe this...
You don't need this finger.

You cut this one off totally
'cause you lost it...

You lost it in the hobbit bore.

I don't care.

And then you get a bracelet

made of, like, whore gypsy
Kardashian hair.

You wrap your hand in it.

And just as you're...
I pull out my grabbing hand.

I have it sheathed.
It's sheathed in a sheath.

And, uh...

Just as you were leaving,
I'd go, "wait!"

You'd be, like, "what?"

And I'd say,
"there's one more thing."

And I'd pull out a hand
of magic dust,

which is just sand from the
beach aisle in the pharmacy.

I'd pull...
I'd pull out a hand of dust.

And I would just go...

"Do you have a cvs card?"

I love walking
around pharmacies.

I love doing that.

I can't... i can't go to
a pharmacy and not spend money.

One of the products
that creeps me out...

They have a product
at every pharmacy

called "k-y intense."

You seen the commercials
for this thing?

The commercial for...
First of all,

the commercial for k-y intense
is super offensive.

And we will talk about that.

In the c... first of all,

if you've ever used k-y intense,

you know that it's intense
because it burns.

I will volunteer that.

I accidentally used it
one time thinking, like,

"this is gonna be magical."

And it burned.

And I promise you
girls don't want that.

In my life,
I've never been, like,

"man, that sex was awesome.

"But you know what I wanted
to feel, like, right after?

Fire."

Of course, they don't bill it

as a burning sensation on TV.

They call it
"a tingling sensation."

And they try to, like, talk
to the girls.

They're like,
"ladies, do you want

"more pleasure
out of your three minutes?

Do you want that? Okay."

"Well, k-y intense is great

"'cause it's a tingling
sensation for her

"and he gets to use his penis.

So everybody wins."

But even if it... even if it was

a tingling sensation,
we live in a society

preconditioned to not
want tingling.

We don't like tingling.

We know that tingling, it means
a bad thing is happening.

"Hey, everyone, grandma says
her arm is tingling."

"Oh, she must be having
an orgasm."

"You don't have to rush her
to the hospital.

"She's laying on the ground

"with her eyes rolled back
in her head.

She's clearly enjoying herself."

Tingling. It's horrible.

You ever hit your funny bone
and been, like...

"Ahh."

The commercial is awful
because it's two British people.

And they're sitting there
having breakfast.

And they're discussing
all the sex

that they had
the night before...

'Cause they used
the k-y intense.

But because the brits are very
tacit about sexual things,

they're not coming right out
and discussing it.

They're speaking in code.

And at the bottom of the screen

are the subtitles in American

so we can understand
what they're saying.

So they're sitting there,
and they're eating.

They're having
their... porridge.

They're eating
their curds and whey.

I don't care what the brits eat.
We won the war, so there.

Right?

So they're sitting there.
And they're eating it.

And it's just very quiet.
And they're just...

Teeth out to here.

And the girl looks at the guy.

"Wonderful dessert
last night, sire."

She didn't say "sire."

They don't talk
like that anymore.

So she talks,
and there's subtitles.

"Wonderful dessert last night."

"Hey! What'd you put
on my puss, nigga?"

And then the guy...

Responds in kind.

He's like, "oh, yes, 'twas...

"'twas a bit of a new recipe.

Hoped you liked it."

"Put some of that k-y shit
on my dick, bitch.

How you like me now?"

And then, the girl is,
like, "oh, yes.

'Twas quite invigorating.
Didn't expect that one."

"You fucking kidding me
with that shit?

"What'd you put?
Ants on your dick?

Is this a joke?"

"You want
to fucking die, motherfucker?

"You want to end up on snap?
I'll fucking kill you.

This fuckin' hurt."

Then the guy, like, "oh, yes,

"tried a spin on an old recipe.

Tried a dash of nutmeg."

And there were
no subtitles for that

because I think
they fucking do use nutmeg.

And that's what makes it
burn so much.

I know a lot about sex
and dating.

I know a lot about dating

because I watch a lot of dates.

That sounds creepy.
I host a dating show.

So I've learned a lot
about men and women

and their interactions.

And one important thing
that I've learned

is that when you like someone
and you want to impress them,

what do you do?

You lie.

You have to,
because if people knew

how weird you were
in your off time,

no one would have you.

A guy says to you, "what do
you like to do for fun?"

Girls, you can't be honest.

You can't be honest
about that shit.

You can't be honest
about what you were doing

10 minutes before you came
to the door.

You have to lie.

"What do you like
to do for fun?"

You can't tell him.

You can't be, like,
"I really enjoy

"choreographing naked
cheerleading routines

"to old Britney Spears cds.

"And then, I Google
a bunch of hentai porn,

"masturbate, don't wash
my hands,

"Facebook stalk my ex-boyfriend
and his ex-girlfriends,

"jot down their place of
employment for future reference.

"And then, I go
bake some cookies.

"And then, I mouth-kiss my dog

and promise her that one day
she'll be my wife."

You can't say that.

Nine times out of ten,
a guy asks a girl,

"what do you like to do
for fun?"

The girl's answer
will be, "hiking."

"I love hiking. I do.

I do... don't I?
I do. I love hiking."

"I do, hiking's..."

"I love hiking."

"I do. I love it.
I love hiking."

"No, you don't. Stop lying.

"You don't like... really, Stacy?
You like hiking?

"Where are your trail spikes?
Where's your walking stick?

Where's your lesbian
Mountain partner?"

You don't like hiking.

You don't even know
what hiking is.

Most modern girls don't really
know what hiking is, okay?

To the average girl, hiking is

you wake up whenever you want,

you put on lululemon yoga pants

'cause they make your butt
look unreasonably good

as they should
for 800 fucking dollars.

And you go for a walk
in the park

with your best friend
and complain

about how hung over you are.

That's hiking.

Yeah. I do it too.

Promise you this, girls.

It's not a sport
if you can drink a Starbucks

and have a pita
while you're doing it.

"Do you want a piece of pita?"

"I'm hiking."

But there's a method
to our madness.

There's a reason women
say "hiking."

We say hiking because we think
guys like hiking.

That's why we're doing it.

Be outside where the bugs are?

No! We think you like that.

We're taught to believe
that men are outdoorsy,

and rugged,
and they like nature.

As far as we're concerned,

you're the closest thing
we know to a bear.

So we say hiking, hoping to have

something in common with you.

We honestly say "hiking"

hoping that you'll be,
like, "you like hiking?

I like hiking. Marry me."

It's the easiest thing
you can say that you do.

It's one of the only
outdoor activities

that you can lie
and say that you do it

having never done it before,

and then do it and pull it off
because it's walking.

You can't pull that off,

you shouldn't be mating
with anyone.

You ca... most outdoor activities

require a decent amount
of skill.

For example, you can't say
you like rock climbing

if you've never been
rock climbing.

I mean, you can,
but I promise you this.

You're gonna go.
You're gonna slip.

You're gonna get your hand
caught in a rock.

127 hours later...

Stump's not getting you
a second date.

I promise you that.

I don't know if girls
wanna hear this,

but the truth is
90% of the activities

that women engage in

revolve around getting
a guy's attention, okay?

And it's just the way
we're built biologically.

This is just something we do.

We love to get your attention.

It's part of the sport of it,
all right?

You think I go to a sports bar

because I like warm beer
and sticky barstools?

No. I go 'cause there's
guys there.

You think I do a pub crawl
every year

'cause I like it
when my liver hurts?

No! I go 'cause there's
guys there.

We don't wear heels
for our circulation.

We do it to prop up our butt

so you'll look at me
and want to mate with me.

That's why we do it.

This isn't a fucking game,
all right?

This isn't a push-up bra.
It's body armor.

And this ain't
makeup, sweetheart.

It's war paint.
Let's make a baby.

Girls know exactly
what they're doing.

We know exactly what you like,
what you don't like.

We do our research
when we like a guy.

And by research,
I mean we Facebook stalk you.

We do it.

I know your favorite foods.

I know
where you went on vacation.

I know that your favorite team
is the cowboys.

I know all about that.
I'm totally into you.

That's right.

They say men are hunters
and women are gatherers.

Well, kind of.
Women are gatherers.

We like to gather information
about you.

And then we hunt you.

You think when I bring you home
to meet mom on Christmas

it's 'cause I want her
to meet you?

No, it's so I can be, like,
"mom, look what I caught."

We have to, because guys
are kind of passive

when it comes to meeting women.

Sure, they go out.
But girls make a sport of it.

My guy friends don't care.

If they had their way,
they'd spend

every Saturday night
with each other...

Which is weird...
Watching "1000 ways to die,"

eating sandwiches,
ragging on their one friend

that has a huge nut sack
for no reason.

Like, that's what they would do.

Going out's very important.

You got a real job, your weekend
is very important to you,

because a weekend represents
48 hours

that you have
to fuck up the life

that you worked so hard for
all week.

That's what your weekend is.

If you're a real professional,

your weekend starts Thursday
at, like, 5:00 P.M.

Right? You go to happy hour.

Happy hour trickles
into, like, nighttime.

You're drinking a little bit

'cause you can go to work
a little hung over, right?

No one's doing real work
on Friday.

Nobody's working on a Friday.

Nobody's working on a Friday
'cause it's what?

Shabbat. No.

Because it's Friday
and nobody cares.

You ever been at work, your boss
is never gonna be, like,

"let's get in those reports
and start brainstorming."

You're, like,
"okay, I'll be there."

"Oh, you were serious?
Okay, little hand job.

I'll be at my desk.
That's fine."

Girls take going out
very seriously

'cause that's
our hunting grounds.

"Going out. Let's do it."

"Do you want to do,
like, a girls' night?

Do you wanna do that?"

Every weekend, I get calls
from my girlfriends.

"Do you want to do,
like, just girls?

"Do you want to do,
like, a fun girls' night?

Iliza, I'm talking to you.
Iliza."

"Do you want to do that?

"Do you wanna do,

"like, a girls'...
We'll just do...

"oh, we'll all wear,
like, fun shoes.

"And we'll all get, like, apis.

And then, we'll do,
like, a fun girls' night."

"Do you wanna do that?

"I wanna do a girls' night.

I made an evite
for the four of us."

"You didn't answer."

"'Cause I'm standing
right here."

"You're such a bitch."

"Let's do a girls' night.
Let's do just girls.

"No boys.

Let's just all wear wedges
and no boys."

"Let's not do boys, just girls.
Just the girls."

I'm like, "why?

We hate each other."

Girls hate each other.

Esp... she hates you,
especially during the day.

But when the moon comes up
and there's white wine involved,

"oh, my God.
Stacy, you look amazing.

I fucking love you."

And you notice
the drunker you get,

the more Spanish
you start speaking?

"Oh, my God.
Mamacita, muy caliente.

Whoo!"

"Fucking love you, chica."

But the more love you give
to one girlfriend,

the more love you must taketh
away from another girlfriend.

It's how we keep balance
in the girl universe.

"I love you.
Can I just tell you?"

"I love you, I do.

"But you know who I hate?

"Becky.

"She's a bitch."

"No, I hate her
even though she drove me here

and I'm wearing her top."

"Can I just tell you that?

"Like, for real,
like, I hate her.

"Will you not tell her?
Do you promise?

"Do you... do you prom...
You won't tell her?

"Do you pinky swear?

"Do you pinky s...
Do you pinky swear?

"Even though
I'm a grown fucking woman

"that pays taxes and votes,

do you wanna pinky swear?"

"This is ironclad.
Do you pinky swear?

"Okay, come here.
No, here, take my hand.

"I wanna talk to you. Come here.

"No, like, earlier, like...
Here, come here, come here.

"Like, earlier, she was just,
like, being, like, a bitch.

"And I was, like,
'what's your problem?

I don't even understand.'"

"now, she's like, 'why
are you being, like, so rude?

'And, like... what, are you, like,
bipolar or, like, manic?

'Like I just freely use
these psychological terms

"cause I don't know
what I'm talking about.'

"and she was, like, being,
like... wait, wait.

"Is she looking?

"Did she hear me talking
about her?

"Is she... pretend like we're
not talking about her.

"Is she gone?

"No, but,
like, that's the thing.

"Like, earlier, she was just,
like, being,

"like, passive-aggressive
and, like, crazy.

"And, like..."

"And I was just, like..."

"She was just being,
like, a freak.

"And she was just,
like, disrespecting me.

"And, like... no, no, like,
when you do it, it's fine."

"Right?

Because we get each other
'cause we're both pisces."

Which means nothing.

"Do you wanna do that?

"Do you wanna do a girls night?

"Fuck yeah.
Why don't you come over?

"'Us weekly',
Jennifer Aniston, hang out,

"'Love actually"
watch a movie, braid our hair,

stiff as a board, "light
as a feather, have some candy,

"have some cake,
have some cookies,

"have some box wine,
have some fucking Martinis,

"and a low-fat pizza.
Have a goddamn muffin,

"have a piece of cake,
have a piece of brownie,

'fifty shades of grey.'"
"Sounds great, Cindy.

"Can't wait to be shit-faced
on your couch

"at 2:00 A.M. with no boy
to make out with.

"You got 'grey's anatomy'
on DVD? Awesome.

"Pop it in. Let's lez out.
Where's your brother?"

Yeah. Let's make that happen.

Tired of feeling
like a sexual deviant

'cause I just enjoy a little bit

of mouth-kissing
with my red wine, okay?

Look, that's what most girls
want, by the way.

We just wanna make out,
just a little bit.

Right at the beginning
when you first meet,

they want to make out.

That's what most girls want.

"I wanna do some fun shoes,

red wine, make out,
weiner touch, go to bed."

That's what we want...

When you first meet someone.

Look, let's not
get crazy, right?

Just make out, and...

And then that's it.

Just real quick, in that order.

You don't want
to have drunk sex.

That's a whole mess.

Drunk sex, there's emotions,
ankle sprains, paper work.

There's, like,
a whole thing involved.

Girls like making out.

It's a sentiment
echoed by almost any girl

in any bar on any night.

You pick any bar in the country.

You find a girl,
she's gonna be drunk,

face on sideways, just, like...

"I just want to make out
with a boy.

"I just want to make out
with a boy.

"I do, I just want to make out
with some boy.

That's all I want."

"I do. I'm pretty, right?"

"I just want..."

"Saved it."

That's what you hear.

You rarely hear a girl talk

about having sex
with a stranger.

I understand it happens.

I understand
that there's one-night stands.

But rarely does a girl go out

with the intention of having sex
with a stranger.

Rarely do you hear a girl, like,

"I just want to, like, go out,
and, like, party,

"and, like, meet some dude,
and go home with him,

"and then have sex with him,
and then wake up,

"and realize
I never got his name.

"But he's already gone
to the gym.

"So I can't ask him.

"So I go over
to his coffee table,

"and I find a phone bill
with his name on it.

"And I put it in my pocket,

and I go home
with the phone bill."

"And I get home to my computer,
and I take it out.

"I'm like, 'Brian Williamson.
That's a generic fucking name.'

"so I look up all 90,000
Brian williamsons on Facebook

"until I find the one
that resembles him.

"And then, I send him a message.

"But I have to use bait

"'cause I have to make sure
he'll write me back.

"So I'm like,
'i think I'm pregnant.'

"he writes back.
'J/k, mother fucker.'

'but I got you now.'

"now, we begin
the dance of seduction.

"Now, I say things,
like, 'i just wanna be friends.

'You were super fun
to have sex with.

'Let's just be friends
and have sex.

'Fuck a relationship
and oxytocin.

'I never wanna have a family.

Let's just do
what you wanna do.'

he's into it.
So I get your number, right?

You hold onto the number
until you have an occasion.

And then,
it's like St. Patrick's day.

You send out a mass text,
but it's just to one person.

You ever do that?

Me neither. It was just a joke.

It's the best idea.

You find one guy that you like.

And you send out a text
that's, like, "hey, everyone."

Make sure you write
"everyone" in caps

so it's clear that it's
for, like, a bunch of people.

"Hey, everyone, I-o-l."

"Whatever, smiley face,
I'm gonna have a party

"at Kelly's bar at 9:00 P.M.

Everybody should come,
you guys."

Triple "z" so he knows

there's a lot of people
in this text.

"Okay, see you later."

And then you bring
your one friend

that has no issue
with you ditching her.

You go to the bar,
and you post up,

and you wait
until he gets there.

He shows up.

You're like,
"I guess everybody passed out.

It's just us standing."

And then, you make out.

And he's, like,
"you seem like a cool chick."

You're, like,
"I'm the coolest chick.

I wanna fucking do it."

And he's, like, "let's go out
tomorrow night."

You're like,
"yeah, a second date.

"It only took me
six fucking months.

Yeah."

So now, you're excited
'cause you have a second date.

And girls love getting ready
for dates.

Even though it makes us
a little nauseous

and all we wanna do
is stay home and eat,

we love second dates

'cause you got to get ready
for your second date.

So what do you do?

You do your hair,
you do your makeup,

you shave your big toe.

You come to play, right?

Gotta make sure
your underwear's cute.

Don't wanna go
to Victoria's secret

'cause that's a bit too much
of a commitment.

So where do you go for a cheap
bra that's really cute?

Target.

They don't fit,
and you're like, "fuck it.

"For $12.50, I'll wear a bra

"made of ceiling insulation
and barbed wire.

That's fine."

"It doesn't fit this boob,

"and it makes this nipple
fall asleep.

But for 12 bucks, I'm good."

You get all excited.
You put on makeup.

You put on the makeup that
you're okay with sleeping in.

All girls have
to make this decision

'cause you know you're not
gonna be washing your face

because girls are so fucked up
that we think,

"I'd rather fall asleep,
get night zits,

"and wake up looking
like a melted clown

than ever wash my face and show
him that I'm a human being."

So you go there.
You're all excited.

You get to his house.
You guys start drinking.

You get so fucking wasted
in the first two hours

that you have sex
for three minutes

before he goes completely soft.

And the next thing you know,

you wake up in your underwear
on his couch.

You look over,
he's eating noodles,

watching "Harry Potter."

Is this relatable
to anyone else?

Popular misconception
about girls

is that we get drunk
and we wanna have sex.

Here's the truth.

We do. Have a good night.

No.

We do for, like, the first hour
of being drunk, okay?

Let's talk about the first hour
of being drunk

mostly because many of you
are in that hour right now.

I call it "the witching hour."

The first hour of being drunk

is the best hour of the night

because your buzz is fresh.

You're happy.
You don't feel fat.

You haven't cried yet.

You're still somewhat
of the self you were

when you were sober.

You still could ostensibly
operate heavy machinery

if an emergency
were to arise, okay?

You're in that buzz.
You're feeling awesome.

Your synapses haven't been
soaked in alcohol.

So you're still alert.
You're feeling awesome.

You walk into that bar
like you own it.

You fucking kick that door open
even though it's a pull-in door.

You don't care. You're just...

Walk in.

"Let's do shots, bitches."

You and your awful friends
line up at the bar.

Like, "let's do shots."

You're doing shots
you have no business doing.

"Let's get Jagermeister,
goldschlager,

"rumple minze, aftershock.

"Do you have anything else

that tastes like Christmas
and vomit?"

You start doing them.
You're like, "fuck it.

"It's my bachelorette,
21st birthday,

"wedding extravaganza,
donkey punch.

"I don't know what this is...
Do it."

Shot, shot.

"What is that, hand soap?
Bubbles. I don't care. Awesome."

Now, you're on the dance floor.

You're like, "this is so good."

And you're feeling so good,
right? You're dancing.

You're all excited 'cause
your buzz has just hit you.

You're like, "this is great.
I fucking love it."

You're ambitious about life.

You ever plan a workout
when you're drunk?

When you're drunk, you're, like,
"this is when I get in shape.

"This is where it starts.

Going to start tomorrow."

You try to drag your friends
into it.

You're like, "Stacy! Sta..."

"Stacy."

"Do you wanna work out?

You dance like an asshole,
by the way.

I don't know
who dances like this.

"Do you wanna work out,
like, tomorrow?

"Do you wanna do that?

"I'm gonna get up early
and work out.

"Do you wanna go with me?

"Do you want to go
at, like, 6:00?

It's 5:00 now."

"Do you wanna take
a spin class?"

"Do you wanna spin?

"Do you wanna..."

"Do you want...
You don't wanna spin?

"You don't wanna go spinning?

"You don't wanna sit
on a stationary bike

"and tolerate getting pounded
in the rectum for an hour

"while some twinked-out
spandex queen yells at you

"over a shitty remix of U2's
'it's a beautiful day'

in total darkness?"

"You don't wanna do that?"

So you're feeling good
and you're dancing.

You're like, "I feel so thin.

"I've never been hotter
in my life.

I feel so good."
And then, it hits you.

You're like, "oh, my God.
I feel so good right now.

"I feel so awesome and happy.

"I wish I could feel this way
all the time.

I wish I could feel this buzz
and this happy all the time."

And that's when you realize

that's how an alcoholic thinks.

But you're, like, "screw it.
I'm gonna give it a shot.

I'm gonna see just how far
I can push being drunk."

So you decide to do shots.

And you decide,
"these shots aren't gonna get me

'cause tonight's the night
I outsmart the liquor."

"Not gonna happen tonight
'cause I'm gonna drink water.

Going to drink a glass of water
with each shot."

And this is your brilliant idea.

No one in the thousands of years
of people imbibing alcohol

has ever thought of this.

This is your night, Einstein.

It's your big plan.

"I'm gonna do a shot
and then have a glass of water,

"and then a shot,
and then a glass of water.

"You can't buy me a shot now,
but thank you.

I'm just having water."

"I'm just having..."

"I'm just drinking water,
but thank you."

Shot and water,
but what you don't realize

is that five shots in an hour

is still five fucking shots
in an hour.

You went and drank all
that water like a crazy camel.

Yeah, good job.
Now, you're bloated.

And you have to pee. Way to be.

'Cause when a girl's gotta pee,

everything has to come
to a halt.

Every girl's gotta go with her.

"I have to pee.
Do you have to pee?"

"I can't go alone. No.

"Will you stop what you're doing
and come with me?

"I have to pee.
Do you have to pee?

"I have to pee.
I have to go pee."

Can't go in the bathroom alone.

You might not come back.

'Cause no girl's ever been

to the bathroom alone
and survived.

It's true.

The last woman
that attempted it,

it was 1937...

And her name was Amelia earhart.

It's a big event.

"I have to pee.
Come on. Let's go.

"Every girl, let's go,
you girls.

"Come on.
I have to pee, come on.

"Take my hand.
Let's make a chain of whores.

Everyone holds hands."

As they walk into the bathroom.

For me, when I'm walking
through a crowded bar,

the amount of aggression
I will display

toward the other bar patrons
is in direct correlation

with how many boys
I've gotten to flirt with.

Meaning if I haven't gotten
to talk to any cute guys,

mama's gonna be
a little aggressive

in her walk
to the bathroom, okay?

Guys, when they get drunk,
sometimes punch walls.

I like to mule kick other girls
in the shin.

It's totally fine.

Every girl's done this.
And you know why we do it?

'Cause we can get away with it.

You can knock into a girl
and then be, like, "oops.

I didn't mean that."

Our smile
is our jedi mind trick.

Just, "these are not the droids
you're looking for."

You ever do that?

You ever just check a girl
into the boards 'cause you can?

You ever just been walking,
and just been, like...

"I love your shoes. Oops."

Takes you forever,
but you finally get through

that jungle of people.

You get to the bathroom.

For those of you
that haven't been

in a women's restroom
late night,

a women's restroom late night

looks like a scene out of
"apocalypse now."

There's gunfire, explosions,

blood everywhere, children,

a lot of vietnamese men,
which I never quite understood,

like, why they'd be there.

You're with your buddies

just trying
to get through everything.

You go pee. You get to the sink.

And then, your night comes
to a screeching halt

'cause for the first time
in, like, four hours,

you get a look at yourself
in the mirror.

And you see the swamp witch
that you've become.

Ten minutes ago, you thought
you looked like Heidi Klum.

It turns out you look like seal.

It hits you like a ton of bricks
out of nowhere.

And you don't know it's coming.

You're sitting there
talking to your friends.

You're like, "this is awesome.

- " I'm gonna be young forever.
- This is..."

"No! What? What is this?

I was once a great beauty."

"No.

What is this?"

You go to touch it.
It disappears.

You're, like...

"Is it a hologram? What is that?

I look weird."

One eyeball has migrated here.

You look down.
You're just leaking vodka.

Now, you don't wanna hook up
with anyone.

Now, all you wanna do is eat.

I'm a red-blooded American girl.

Absolutely, when I get drunk,
I would rather eat

than hook up with you.

I'm sorry. I don't know.

Give you a hand job
or go get fries?

Both are salty.
One will give me carpal tunnel.

I'll go with the fries.
Every time.

A popular misconception
about girls

is that we don't like to eat.

Girls love to eat. Yeah.

We just don't like to eat
in front of a guy that we like.

That's the difference.

When you first meet a guy
that you like,

you can't eat the way
you want to on a date.

You can't.

You can't have that fourth plate
of ribs on a date...

I found out.

Going on a date,
society dictates

that guys can do what they want

and women have to be dainty.

So he's gonna get fries,
a burger,

half a gazelle,
whatever he wants to eat.

Girls, you get the menu,
what are you ordering?

- All: Salad.
- Salad.

Like hot little robots. Salad.

And it's
an excruciating experience

'cause you're trying to just
look pretty the whole time.

He's sitting there
enjoying his burger.

You're eating your lettuce.

You're just sitting there
going, "ugh."

You've abandoned the utensils.

You ordered, like, a koala.
You may as well eat like one.

You're just, like...

He's talking.

You can't focus
'cause you're starving, right?

He's yapping.
You're just, like...

You finished your lettuce.

There's no more watercress
on the plate.

You're just... You pull one...

You're looking at his food.

You're, like,
"what's that over there?

Fry."

Talking, talking. You can't
focus. You can't focus.

You're not getting any
nutrients to your brain.

You're just kind of staring out
the window,

wondering what birds taste like.

You're just, like...

You finished your lemon wedge,
like, an hour ago.

He's still eating.
He's still talking.

And you're... you're starting
to get cold now.

You're not getting any nutrition
into your bloodstream.

Your spine is sticking out.
You're shivering.

You start...
You're like a lost puppy.

You start saying things
that you don't mean.

He's yapping. You start
just saying things, like,

"I would love to spend
the afternoon with your mother.

"That sounds great.
And no, I totally cared

"about that whole replacement
refs thing.

It really rocked my world
as well."

Once you're in a relationship,

you can eat the way you want to.

Once he loves you, you can roll
out a trough at mealtime.

It doesn't matter.

You can put your hands behind
your back,

county fair
pie-eating-contest-style.

"I love you.
Is that the house cat?"

Yeah, you can let it all
hang out when he loves you.

Then, you can show him
how you eat.

Once you're in love,
you can show him

the 12-foot man-eating lizard
you actually are.

Your eyes light up red.
Vwoom, vwoom.

"Let's get cheesecake."

"Oh, cool, sweetheart.

You wanna share
a piece of cheesecake?"

"Uh-uh."

Tail swipe.

"Get your own."

"All right, sweetheart.
Dinner's over.

Did you get enough to eat?"
I love when they ask that

'cause I've always wanted
to give this answer.

"Did you get enough to eat?"

"Uh-uh."

"Why? What else do you want?"

"Your soul!

Fire!"

Can I ask you...
Can I ask you a question?

Does this tail
make my butt look big?

Girls love eating. We do.

We were the first ones
to make it fun.

Hello? Apple? Garden of eden.

Mm-hmm.

Girls love to eat.

I saw a bachelorette party
take down a live buffalo

at 35 Miles an hour
off the freeway.

It was magnificent.

The girls ran alongside it.

Like, "Stacy put your veil
over his snout."

You ever tried
to get a group of drunk girls

to walk from a bar
to a restaurant?

It's like herding drunk,
retarded sheep.

First of all, yes,
I love being a woman.

We're amazing. I love Beyonce.

But we have no idea
where we're going.

Okay? We're walking around.

All we know is that we got
little sheep hooves on

and we're freezing
because no one brought a jacket.

Just walking forever, no clue.

"I'm cold. I'm cold."

"Why didn't you bring a jacket?"

"'Cause I'm in my 20s
and I'm stupid."

"I'm cold."

"I have to pee. I'm cold."

"I have to pee.
I don't have solutions.

Just more problems."

Everybody's got
that one girlfriend

that's a little filthy.

She has no issue
with peeing behind a dumpster.

It holds everyone up.

You're all trying to walk
and she's back there.

She's, like...

"You guys!"

"Wa-a-a-ait."

"Wait, no, make sure
nobody's watching."

You're sitting there
running interference

for your friend, like,
"don't look at her sheep vagina.

Just mine."

I promise you nobody's watching.

I promise you.

I promise you
no guy is driving by,

like, "ugh, well,
tonight really sucks.

"And I..."

"Whoa."

"Is that a drunk girl
peeing on hot garbage?"

"That's awesome."

"Oh, what am I doing?

I got to get
to the craft store."

Oh.

So she's... she's done peeing.
You're all wandering.

Now, you're
into the second hour.

You're still drunk somehow.

You're cold, you're hungry,
and you...

Everybody's got
that one girlfriend

that has a poor moral barometer.

She'll get in a car
with any guy...

As long as it looks warm.

And she'll rationalize
why he's not a rapist

based solely on the way
that he's dressed.

Every girl's
had to do this, right?

You have to make these, like,
game-time decisions.

You're, like,
"he's not gonna rape me.

He's wearing nike dunks."

"Guys, come over here."

Your friend goes over
to the guy.

She bends down
like a streetwalker.

She's, like,
"hi, what's your name?

"Todd? Oh, that's a fun name.

"That's a really exotic name.
Oh, you'll give us a ride?

Okay, that's really fun.
My name is crystal."

"Nice to meet you.

"Hold on a second. You guys!

He's gonna give us a ride."

"He's gonna give us a ride."

"Do you wanna go with him?"
Your friends know better.

They're on the other side
of the street

huddled together,
like, "crystal, get away."

"We're not... get... he's not..."

Crystal's stupid,
and she's already...

She's, like,
"hold on one second.

"Thank you so much.
I really like your chin strap.

It's really attractive."

"Hold on one second. Hold on.

"Let me... you guys!

"He's gonna give us a ride.

"Like, do you wanna just
keep walking?

Sarah, you're being a bitch."

"You are... like, we talked
about this earlier

"when you were in the bathroom.

"You're being... this is,
like, what we talked about.

"You're being a...
Do you not wanna...

"you don't wanna go with him?

"You guy... hold on one second.

"Thank you so much.
Hold on one...

"okay, hold on. Hold on a sec.

"You guys, he's gonna give us...
He's being nice.

"Stop it. Stop it.

He's not... he's not...
He's not gonna rape us."

"He's not gonna rape us."

You have to whisper
the rape part.

Just in case
that was his intention,

you don't want to offend him
ahead of time.

God forbid you offend him
and he leaves.

Oh, no. Then what?

"He's not gonna rape us.
He's wearing skechers."

That's fair.

Now, you're into hour three.

You didn't take the ride
from chin strap.

So you're walking. You're cold.

No one knows where they're going

'cause you're all relying
on girl GPS.

For those of you
that don't know,

girl GPS pretty much consists
of one girl doing this:

"Um..."

"I feel like it's this way."

Girls, when you get drunk,

who are you most likely
to pick a fight with?

Your boyfriend.

Do you wanna know why?

'Cause you know
he's not gonna hit you back.

Every girl in here knows
that your boyfriend

will take a healthy dose
of your drunk ranting.

Why?

'Cause at the end of the night
when you're all tuckered out,

he's gonna want
to mouth-kiss you

and touch your snootch,
that's why.

I hate to tell you
it's why they do everything.

It's why they put up
with your attitude.

It's why they buy you
expensive drinks.

It's why they let you make them
turn the game off

so you can show them
what you did on pinterest.

Okay? For snootches.

"Steve, come here.
Come look at this.

"No, like, off.
Like, turn it off.

"Don't p...
Just, like, shut it off.

"I wanna show you something.
Come here.

Come here. Come here."

"Look, look what I have.
Look what I pinned.

"Look at this.

It's an entire wedding
made of cheese."

"It can be our wedding."

"Steven?"

I call it a "snootch"

'cause I don't like
the word "vagina."

No one says "vagina."

Like, no one says that.
That's weird.

No one here has ever been
hooking up with someone

and been, like,
"this feels great.

Continue to touch my vagina."

Vagina? What?

A vagina sounds
like an Indian casino.

"This weekend at vagina..."

"Wayne Newton at vagina."

I made up "snootch"
'cause it's so cute-sounding.

Snootch.

Snootch.

Maybe it would be,
like, a cartoon character.

Maybe it would be,
like, a cute, tiny,

furry... obviously... character.

It's got a little top hat.

And maybe before you have sex,

you have to summon snootch

so he can bless the whole thing.

Yeah, that's what
you have to do.

You're having...
You're about to have sex.

You have to get out
a snootch flute

which you have to preorder.

You have to order them online.

It's a... it's a dot-gov site.

You pull it out.

You're, like,
"you ready to have sex?"

"Sure, let's... let's...
Let's summon snootch."

"Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.

Snootch!"

"Hi, folks." "Hi, snootch.

"We were just about to have sex.

Do we have your blessing?"

"Well, you surely do.

"It was nice meeting
both of you,

"but I better be on my way.

"Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.

Snootch!"

So cute.

I made up "snootch"
'cause I don't like the p-word.

I don't like saying it.
It's not a lady word.

Pussy.

If I got to say it,
there's gonna be

an involuntary facial spasm
that comes with it.

You should know that.

I will ruin any sort of moment

we have going in the bedroom.

"All right, babe. This is great.

Tell me where you want me
to put it."

"I'll say it,
but you're not gonna like it."

"Come on. Where do you
want me to put it?"

"Why don't you put it
in my pussy!"

"I can't." "What'd you say?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, I'm fine."

"All right. Let's do this."

"Great." "All right, come on.

"Let's get back to it.

All right, where do you
want me to put it?"

"Why don't you put it
in my pussy!"

"No!"

It's not a lady word.
Ladies don't say that word.

Like, growing up,
did your mom ever say,

"pussy, you need to shower?"

No, she didn't, right?

No, and if she did,
then your mom was white trash.

It's not a lady word.

It's not a word that women hear
independent of men.

Most women don't hear that word,
like, in professional ether.

No woman's laying there
at the gynecologist.

Doctor walks in, he's, like...

"What's up?"

"How's it hangin'?
All right, let's see.

Pussy checks out all right."

"Great tits, by the way.
Good hustle.

Get outta here."

It's... it's a guy word.

I don't care that guys say it.

Boys are gross, and that's
why we love them, okay?

But that's a guy thing.

That's what guys say
in the locker rooms

with... with...
With all their grossness.

I'd imagine they go
to the locker room

after a rousing game
of touch softball,

and they talk about the p-word.

"Hey, what's up? What's up, bro?

"What's up? Did you get any...

Did you get any pussy
last night?"

"Yeah, a whole bucket."

I don't know
how you quantify it.

I don't know if it goes bucket,
mug, ramekin.

I don't know.

But that's what guys do
in the locker rooms

with the butt slaps
and the sword fighting.

That's what they do.

We know about that.

We know you do weird things
with each other

with your wieners
'cause you do weird things

with us, and you're trying
to impress us.

So I can only imagine
what creepiness

goes on behind closed doors.

I've seen it firsthand.

Every girl has.

Every girl's had that boyfriend

where you're sitting on the bed

in your target
underwear waiting.

He comes out
of the bathroom naked

except for a t-shirt.

No bottoms,
Donald ducking it the whole way.

He's got this grin on his face.

And he's just, like, "hey, babe.

Babe, check this out."

Why are you doing that?

On behalf of all women, why?

It's never gonna change
a girl's mind, ever.

You are not helping yourself.

No woman, I promise you, ever...

You're sitting there
doing that like a circus monkey,

no girl is gonna
turn around, like...

"My, my, my."

"You know what's crazy?

"Um...

"I didn't want to have sex
with you before.

"But now...

"Now that you've displayed
the agility..."

"Of your flaccid penis...

"As it slaps
in rhythmic repetition...

"Against either one

"of your clearly
never-seen-by-the-sun thighs,

now, snootch time."

In closing, I would...

In closing, I would like to give

the girls in this room
a bit of advice, okay?

I have a tip for you,
but just the tip.

Ladies, never order a lobster
on a date.

The lobster is the most

expensive thing
on the menu, okay?

So just know that if you order
and consume a lobster,

you have to touch
your date's weiner.

You have to, okay?

It's like a sexual contract
from the sea.

It's binding.

Now, keep in mind he wants you
to get the lobster.

He's not gonna make you get it,

but he's hoping you'll come
to that conclusion on your own.

He's hoping you'll be flipping
through the menu,

and you'll be, like,
"I don't know what to get.

"Like, I'm just... i don't know.
I'm eating fresh this week.

"I'm eating a lot
of fresh things.

"That's my new thing, fresh.
I'm just gonna do fresh food."

"Lobster?

"Should I... should I get it?
Should I get it?

"Should I get the lobster?

"Should I crack it open
on my head like an otter,

"eat it off my chest?

Lobster?"

"Yeah, 'cause then,
it's weiner time

this Sunday at vagina."

Here's how it's gonna
go down, okay?

You're gonna be
making out later.

And now, guys,
this is for you to know.

Just so you know, as girls,

we like to make out with you
when we first meet you.

We like to make out with you
a couple times

and then leave
right when you think

we're gonna sleep
with you, okay?

We do it to make sure
that you like us.

But if you want to know
the truth,

they teach us this shit
in high school.

While you were off building
a birdhouse in shop class,

we were off learning
how to be annoying.

Here's how it happens.

You're gonna be making out.

And you'll notice
that when a girl

makes out with you
and leaves you,

we always leave
in a very sweet way

because we want you to have

a nice impression of us
for later, right?

So it's always, like,
"okay, well, I gotta go.

Bye." No, you didn't. No.

"Bye. I love you too. Stop it."

It's always very sweet, right?

I've gone as far
as to sometimes bring

a little thing
of vanilla body spray.

And when he gets up
to go to the bathroom,

I spray it on his pillow.

That way, later,
when he texts me,

he's like, "oh, my God.

My pillow still smells
like you."

I'm like, "that's amazing."

"I don't know why."

You can get creative with it.

You can take a handful
of glitter on your date.

And then after you're leaving,
just be, like,

"okay, I gotta go."

"Bye."

You can bring a smoke bomb...

And then, like,
still be standing there

'cause you don't know magic.

Girls always leave
in a sweet way.

We never leave in a huff.

It's never, like,
"well, I got mine.

Eat my shit later, fuck-tard."

Never doing that.

So we're gonna be
making out later.

And here's how it's gonna go.

We're gonna be making out, okay?

So this is making out, okay?

I'm 12, this is what making out
looks like.

And the guy's gonna be, like,

"oh, I like making out with you
so much."

"I like making out with you."

"Tonight was so fun."
"It was really fun."

"You're so hot." "I know."

"This is so fun.
I really like you.

You're so pretty."
"I know, this is great.

I am pretty."
"Oh, I like you a lot.

So you wanna keep going?"
Girls, that's your cue.

"All right, well, I gotta go."
"What?"

"I gotta go, bye."

"Later."

And the guy is gonna try

to get you to stay, right?
As he should.

You can't just walk
out of a spider's web.

"You're really gonna go?
Come on. Come on.

"Amber. You really gonna go?

You really gonna go?"

"Really gonna go?"

"Really just go?
You're just gonna go? Huh?"

"You're just gonna leave it
like this?"

"I'm sorry.

"Were we in the middle
of open heart surgery?

"I'm pretty sure you're fine.

"Yeah.

"I'm not a doctor per se,
but I'm fairly confident

"that blood will return
to your system.

Walk it off, champ."

That might sound harsh,

but it took ten years
of me dating

to learn that a boner
isn't a medical condition.

So I'm paying you back
right now.

Now, he's pissed,

mostly because he has
a raging erection

and you called him "champ."

Now, he's mad.

"Really? You're gonna go?
That's messed up.

That's messed up!"

"It's messed up, Amber.
You're just gonna go.

"Let me... Just gonna go?

"It's funny. It's funny.

"You're just gonna go
'cause, uh... Huh.

I distinctly remember
I bought you a lobster."

The man's right.
Time to pay the Piper.

Girls, you do not have
to sleep with him.

It's just a crustacean.
That's ridiculous, all right?

But you got
to give him something.

I-I suggest a beej.
That's what I suggest.

That's proper.
Don't do a hand job.

That's ridiculous.
That's child's play.

Hand job? A handy? Really?

As a grown woman, you're not
doing a hand job, okay?

If you voted,
you're not doing a hand job.

Let's send some hand jobs
overseas to China.

Not doing a hand job.

A hand job, who does...
That's what kids do

when you're, like, a teenager.

You do a hand job.
You put on your promise ring.

You revel in your virginity
for the next 10 to 15 years

depending on your involvement
with comic books.

That's what a hand job is for.

As an adult, it's not happening.

It's an intermediary step
in a sexual evolution

that you've evolved past, okay?

It's like a tail...

Necessary at one point
for balance,

but if you busted it out
at a house party,

people would be,
like, weirded out.

I was out with a guy one time
who I wasn't even into.

I didn't want to do anything.
And he didn't buy me a lobster.

And I was...
I explained everything.

And after talking to him,

he's like,
"I'd like a hand job."

"I think it sounds great."

And I guess I was frustrated

'cause he hadn't been listening
to me or my feelings.

And I was like, "all right.

"I'll tell you what, son.

"I'm gonna give you a hand job.

But it's gonna be on my terms."

"45 minutes long..."

"No lotion..."

"And you don't break
eye contact.

Go!"

What kills me is that you get
that I'm kidding.

He did not.

I swear to God he goes,
"aw, no lotion?"

"That doesn't sound fun."

Like the 45-minute part
is tolerable?

"Iliza, come on.
You gotta do something.

You gotta give me lotion
or do something cute."

It threw me off
that he said "cute"

because that's not an adjective
I believe

belongs anywhere near an h.J.

It sounded creepy in a way.

I was like,
"what do you mean 'cute'?

"What... what's cute?
What do you want?

What do you want, kitten paws?"

It's probably how that one cat
lost his eye.

You guys are fantastic.

Thank you so much
for coming out.