Sync by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
♪ Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ♪
♪ Louie, Louie Louie, Louaaa ♪
♪ Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ♪
♪ Louie, Louie you're gonna cry ♪
♪ Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ♪
♪ Louie, Louie Louie, Louaaa ♪
♪ Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ♪
♪ Louie, Louie you're gonna die ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Louie, Louie, Louie, Louie ♪
I'm 41 and I'm single.
Not really single, just alone
But I have two children, and that's the only thing
I'm comfortable with in life anymore.
I know how to take care of a couple of kids.
I don't like French toast.
Oh, sorry, that's what we're having.
Mommy doesn't make us French toast.
Uh-huh.
I go to my daughter's school to volunteer sometimes.
My daughter goes to a public school,
and I volunteer, not 'cause I'm a good person
but because you have to, because nobody works there.
There's just nobody there.
You go in the school, like thousands of kids.
You go, where is any grown-up right now?
And I usually go for lunch and recess.
That's when they really need grown-ups,
is for lunch, to volunteer in the cafeteria
because they only-- they have 300 kids eating
and they have one Jamaican lady watching all of them.
It doesn't matter that she's Jamaican, but it totally does,
because there's nobody
who can be mean to 300 children
just in the way that the Jamaican lady--
And it's not her fault, she's outnumbered.
300 kids to one, Gandhi would be like, "Shut up !"
So my job as a volunteer is to stand there,
usually near my daughter so I can be with her,
and then kids raise their hand, you need to go and help them.
Usually, they need help opening a milk,
because they can't open their milks.
They can't do it!
Because it's 2009, and we still put milk
in this little paper box.
Put it in a bottle!
I don't know why we're doing this torture.
We put it in this envelope
that was invented by some Dutch in 1773.
And they can't do it, they can't open it.
It's too subtle an idea,
a design for a seven-year-old to peel back the paper
and then gather it forward into a spout shape.
And they can't-- the glue is vicious,
so they have to pick at the corner and try to get it,
and they end up drinking out of this finger-filth disease spout.
So they can't do it,
so they raise their hand and I do it for them.
I'm not better at it.
I just-- I deal with the stress better than they do.
I don't cry like a little bitch 'cause I can't open my milk.
I'm a man.
Hi, Daddy. Hey, honey.
Just find a seat near the front, okay?
I'll be on in a minute.
All right, kids.
All right, everyone on the bus and quiet down, okay?
Hey, Susan. Hey.
Thanks for helping me today.
No problem.
All right, kids, let's go.
All right.
Hey-- hey, this is pretty great.
We get to go on a trip, huh?
So where you wanna go?
What?
You wanna go somewhere.
Where do you wanna go?
What is this, a cab?
We're-- The Bronx Botanical Gardens.
We're going to the Bronx Botanical Gardens.
Okay, how do you get there?
What?
How do we get there?
How do you not know this?
How?
Look, just, sir, go to--
Sir, can you just go uptown, okay?
Hey, go to the Bronx--
Just take the West Side Highway and I'll find out.
You better.
We're moving, we're moving, this is fun!
Yep.
Hello, is this the Bronx--
Is this the Bronx Botanical Garden?
Hello, yes?
Yeah, hi, I'm sorry, I'm on a school bus full of children, I--
That's okay.
Can you give me directions to where you are
from the West Side Highway?
You can't be on the West Side Highway.
Well, we're on it right now.
Sir, it's illegal to take a bus on that highway.
But--
Sir, do you know that it's illegal
to take a bus on this road?
I don't know, man.
You told me to take the West Side Highway,
so I'm on it.
Are we gonna hit that?
I don't know.
Why don't you go sit down somewhere?
Oh, shit!
Oh!
It's okay.
What is that?
Oh, man, we got a flat-- I gotta pull over.
Daddy, where are we?
Uh, Harlem.
Hey, so what's-- what's the plan?
I don't know.
Hey, man, what do you have to do to be a bus driver?
Nothing?
How can you be so Goddamn irresponsible
when you're transporting people's children?
Does that-- does that mean nothing to you?
You almost got everybody hurt.
Do you have-- do you have kids?
What kind of a person are you?
What are you doing?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, where are you going?
Look, I live three blocks from here.
I don't need this shit.
You're not seriously leaving?
Look, you're the one that said get on the West Side Highway.
Remember that,
you redheaded nobody piece of shit.
Uh, okay, kids, here's what's going on.
We have a flat tire.
Yeah, yeah, yes.
Yes, that's very funny, it is, it is.
Okay, here's what we're gonna do.
John and Lisa, switch seats.
Jeremy and Maria, you switch seats, too.
And you two switch seats.
Just-- What are you doing?
I'm putting the darker kids in the window seats, 'cause--
You can't do that, that's horrible, that's offensive!
I know, right?
Okay, also, Mikey, you sit--
What is your plan here? What-- I don't know.
What, are we gonna take 20 kids and walk through Harlem
and look for a subway station?
Yeah, yeah, that is what we're gonna do.
Okay, new field trip, guys.
All right, listen up, eyes on me.
We are gonna get off the bus
and we are gonna get ourselves home, okay?
Aww!
But we're in Harlem.
Yes, we are in Harlem...
Hey, Dimitrio.
Yeah, yeah, it's Louis C.K.
Do you realize what you're teaching them?
Uh-huh.
All right, kids, new field trip.
Everybody gets to go home in their own limousine.
Get in the car, get in the car.
Go, go, go, go, get in the car.
I think a lot of people who think they're good people
are living a really evil life without thinking about it.
And the-- Here's the thing.
The whole premise of my life is evil.
I'm white, my kids are white,
which means they can't really screw up too badly,
'cause they'll get, like, a million chances.
My life is really evil, like I--
There are people who are starving in the world,
and I drive an Infiniti.
That's really evil.
There are people who would just starve to death.
That's all they ever did.
There's people who are like born,
and they go, "Oh, I'm hungry," and then they just die.
And that's all they ever got to do.
And meanwhile, I'm in my car, "Boom, boom, pow,"
like having a great time and I sleep like a baby.
It's totally my fault,
'cause I could trade my Infiniti for like a really good car,
like a nice Ford Focus with no miles on it,
and I'd get back like $20,000.
And I could save hundreds of people from dying of starvation
with that money, and every day I don't do it.
Every day I make them die with my car.
It's not fun to be single at 41.
I was married for ten years.IE
I'm divorced, I got two children.
It's hard to start again after a marriage.
It's hard to really, like, look at somebody and go,
"Hey, maybe something nice will happen."
You just don't--
I know too much about life
to have any optimism,
because I know even if it's nice,
it's going to lead to shit.
I know that if you smile at somebody and they smile back,
you've just decided that something shitty
is going to happen.
You might have a nice couple of dates,
but then she'll stop calling you back and that'll feel shitty.
Or you'll date for a long time
and then she'll have sex with one of your friends,
or you will with one of hers, and that'll be shitty.
Or you'll get married,
and it won't work out and you'll get divorced
and split your friends and money and that's horrible,
or you'll meet the perfect person who you love infinitely,
and you even argue well and you grow together
and you have children,
and then you get old together and then she's gonna die.
That's the best-case scenario,
is that you're gonna lose your best friend
and then just walk home from D'Agostino's
with heavy bags every day
and wait for your turn to be nothing also.
I'll be just a minute, sorry!
It's okay. Thanks!
No problem.
Do you know where we're going yet?
What?
Do you know where we're going yet?
Uh...
I don't know, I just-- I thought we'd just wing it.
I had a few ideas.
Hello.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I was just talking to the door.
Well, please keep it down out here
because I'm not wearing any clothing
and your yelling is making me feel vulnerable.
I'm really sorry.
I'm not wearing any clothing at all.
Do you understand?
Yeah, yeah, I understand what that means.
Well, if you understand,
please don't be yelling in the hallway.
Because I'm in here.
This is my home.
I said I'm coming!
Look, you're gonna show me, so just go ahead and do it.
What?
How dare you?
Pig!
Pig ! Pig!
Pig!
Okay, Jesus!
I'm sorry I needed a minute.
Sorry, it just got weird out here.
What?
Just--
Look, let's just start from scratch, okay?
Oh, my God, what are you wearing?
Where are we going?
I didn't know it was fancy. Oh, no, no, no.
Uh... just, my dad died.
Your dad died and you're coming here from his funeral?
No, no, no, no.
He was a long time ago, he died.
We have like reunions for the funeral.
You wanna get going?
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Thanks again, it's really--
You look really nice.
Oh, thanks.
Oh, let me-- All right.
Sorry, come on--
Yeah, I should probably get around the door.
There we go.
Oh, God, ugh.
Sorry.
You wanna just not go?
I don't wanna make-- Let's just go, please.
Like get out the door.
Okay, can you please stop smiling
the exact same way every time I look at you?
No.
Do you have any idea where we're going yet or--
Yeah, I thought we'd just go down to the Village
and just walk around.
Okay.
You don't wanna do that?
No, that's fine.
No, we don't have to do that, I don't care.
It's fine. Are you sure?
'Cause if there's anywhere else you wanna go,
I'm totally cool-- I hate the Village, I hate it.
And I feel like you just made me say that.
Can I just tell you something, Louie?
Yeah, sure.
I'm, um, a very nice person.
I'm nice and I'm warm,
and I know that I'm not being that right now,
and it's 'cause I just need to get some food in me, okay?
You know what?
There is a great place to eat right--
Like, let's get out here, okay? Okay, yeah.
All right, awesome, come on.
It's really good food here.
I'm sure it is.
There's nothing else really around here.
That's kind of why I was saying
we should go to the Village.
Come on. Where are we going?
Mmm... Oh, thank God.
Yeah, you feel better?
Totally.
Good.
Okay, we're back.
Awesome.
So you have kids, right?
Yeah, yeah, I have two girls.
Aww. What?
You have girls, that's cute.
Why, have you seen them or--
Just tell me about your kids.
Well, the little one, she's four
and she's pretty crazy.
Aww.
Yeah, so she had kind of a rough week.
Um, went to the doctor today
it turns out she's got an infected vagina.
Infected vagina?
Yeah.
The doctor said that she's got
a pretty angry infection and...
... and it's on her vagina.
Let's try again.
Tell me about your kids.
Well...
They're my girls...
and... I love them.
Jesus, are you crying right now?
Is that what's happening?
I have to go to the bathroom.
Oh, I do, too.
Oh, there's somebody in there.
Christ, who's in there?
Let's go!
Come on, I gotta take a big dump out here!
You know what, the hell with it.
I'm gonna go in the van.
Do you have an anger problem?
No, no, no, no, that wasn't me, that was another--
That was somebody else here.
And he sounded exactly like you?
Where is he? I don't know.
Yeah, anyway, go ahead and take your big dump.
There you go.
Oh, Jesus.
Look, I--
I'm not very good at dating.
Really? I think you're doing great.
All right, I get it.
It sucks going out with me.
You know, I've been married for ten years.
I'm sorry if I'm not the Fonz all over the place.
I'm a father, all right?
That's what matters to me.
I have two little girls. Oh!
And I'm raising them, okay?
That's who I am, I'm a real man.
That's what I do.
What are you? Who are you?
What's your contribution?
You're cute and you got a flat stomach and you're young?
It's-- Why am I trying to impress you?
Why don't you tell me about your Goddamn life
and try to impress me?
Why aren't you nervous to be with me?
It's true, everything that makes you happy
is going to end at some point,
and nothing good ends well.
It's like, if you buy a puppy, you're bringing it home
to your family's saying,
hey, look, everyone, we're all gonna cry soon.
Look at what I brought home.
I brought home us crying in a few years.
Here we go.
Countdown to sorrow with a puppy.
I remember I had a dog when I was a kid,
because he had a tumor on his snout.
And I remember I was home when the vet called and said,
"Yeah, that's a malignant tumor, he's gotta go."
And I was like, "Well, can we fix it ?"
And he goes, "I'd have to just remove his whole snout
"a then he'll just have this weird, round, furry head
"that doesn't look like a dog.
"And he can only eat with a straw,
"but you can't teach a dog to suck through a straw,
"so he'll just die of being stupid
"and having a round head.
"So I think you should just kill him.
That's what I recommend."
And I was like, "Okay, well, should we make an appointment
for a few weeks from now ?"
And I swear to God, the guy goes,
"No, just bring him over, I'm not doing anything,
I'll kill him right now."
Like, just bring him over now, why wait, I'm not busy.
So I bring the dog to the vet's,
and I remember I'm holding the dog
and he sticks him full of a crazy amount of morphine,
or the right amount if you're trying to kill a dog with it.
My dog dies.
And then I left him there, 'cause--
I mean, it was arranged,
I didn't, like, sneak out and leave my dog.
We had no money!
So I left-- and I asked the vet--
I made the mistake of asking t vet,
"What are you gonna do with my dog ?"
And he said, "He just goes in a mass grave."
And I was like, "What's that like ?"
And he goes, "It's just a big pile of dead dogs."
So...
that night, I remember it was raining,
and I had this nightmare
that my dog woke up from the morphine
and found himself in a pile of dead dogs
and crawled out past the dead-cat pile,
and then he just walked--
And it was thunder and lightning,
and just like one of those miraculous dogs
that you read about in "Reader's Digest"
and he's made his way home and he scratched on the door,
and we open the door and there he is and we go,
"There-- he's here! Look, he's back !"
And then we realize we just gotta do it again.
Gotta take him back, gotta do it again.
Still got a tumor on his snout.
And the dog's like, are you shitting me right now?
Can I spend the night? Jesus!
So that's why it's hard to start dating, y'know?
That's why it's...
You still got it.
Daddy, where are we going?
I'm taking you to your mom's house.
Yay! Yeah.
Daddy, my shoes don't fit anymore.
Really? We just got you those.
I know.
Well, I'll get you some this week,
or Mom will get you some this weekend.
Okay.
I'm too tired to walk.
I know, but it's good for you.
Carry me.
Look, if I carry you, you won't get stronger.
All right, come here.
Okay.
Come on.
Sync by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com