[Ron] Previously on I'm Dying Up Here...
The hell are we doing here?
Said you wanted an audience.
But I'm not an alcoholic.
Yeah, don't open with that.
Bill, it's over. Go home.
Well, I did the one thing that no comic's ever done.
I got my shit together.
I could put together a group of women,
make them pee their pants faster than bad Nielsen ratings.
You could call your special Girls Are Funny Too.
Edgar, Melvin and I served together.
Oh, really? What restaurant?
[laughs]
- I'm not a fucking junkie. - No, not you.
Who's the cute blonde you got going up here?
[Marty] Does the Texas Jew thing?
Cassie's not ready yet.
I got a laugh track says she is.
We agree to this, the project moves forward?
Green-lit.
[Goldie] You're in.
You told me that my act wasn't ready.
Who said anything about doing your act?
They want the girl from Wink.
♪ jazz music ♪
♪♪
[Edgar] Are you having a good time, ma'am?
Really? All right.
Tell your face.
[laughter]
[Sully] Guys, Vietnam's coming to an end.
That means what?
Comedians are coming home...
from Canada.
[wild laughter]
[Adam] I used to do a lot of handyman work,
growing up.
Mostly because my dad was in the business...
of breaking shit.
[laughter continues]
[Cassie] Well, what are you doing in here?
That hooker in the trunk ain't gonna bury herself.
[laughter]
[Edgar] All right, thank you, folks.
You've been a...
slightly above average crowd.
[laughter and applause]
♪ Al Green's "Tired of Being Alone" plays ♪
♪♪
♪ I'm so tired of being alone ♪
♪ I'm so tired of on my own ♪
♪ Won't you help me girl ♪
♪ Just as soon as you can... ♪
Right this way.
- ♪ People say... ♪ - [Eddie] Hi.
[Eddie, distantly] Okay, you guys know what you'd like?
♪ To make you say... ♪
You have a nice day.
♪ That you love me... ♪
♪ Ah! ♪
♪ I'm so tired of being alone ♪
♪ So tired of being alone ♪
♪ Sometimes late at night I get to wondering about you baby ♪
[Cassie] My uncle was the town drunk,
which in Wink, Texas is an elected position.
- [laughs] - I like it.
Uh, it's one of those rare positions
where falling down on the job is actually a requirement.
- [small sound] - Eh, I don't know about that.
I moved to Wink when I was ten
after my parents died.
They went to Heaven, and we went to Wink.
Stop. No dead parents, I told you.
I know, but some of this new stuff
is really starting to play out there.
[Goldie sighs]
This is prime time.
Your parents are out at a hootenanny,
making music blowing through a jug.
All right.
Well, what if I just maim 'em?
Building a relationship with a network audience
is it's--it's like building any relationship.
You lead with your best behavior
before you shit on their heads.
You stick with the Texas twang, the wide-eyed innocence
and...[inhales] dating relatives with funny names.
Well, I haven't used Lum yet.
You are a comedy gold mine, Daisy Mae.
[lighter clatters]
[with "Texas twang"] Thank you kindly, ma'am.
- There you go! - [sighs/groans]
[Ron] Got my 30-day chip today.
[group applauds]
Thirty days without alcohol.
Uh, I also got my "130 days without sex" chip.
- [laughter] - Yeah.
That was more of a scar than a chip.
I mean, if it hadn't been for a hand job
I got just for shutting up,
we could be talking about well over a year here.
[laughter]
But, I mean, if you think I got a drinking problem,
you should see the women that agree to have sex with me.
They are basically just vaginas floating in vodka.
- [overlapping groans] - [bell dings]
Ahh, okay. That's my time.
Uh, this next guy... [inhales sharply]
[chuckles] Ooh hoo hoo hoo! Not for the faint of heart.
He's done some pretty unforgivable shit.
Let's give a big Try God welcome to Terry.
Terry, everybody.
[group clapping]
[mutters]
Keep coming back.
Are you kidding? I love this room.
[all] Hi, Terry.
[performer talking indistinctly] Jesus Christ!
- Hey, Nick. - Hey, Lovis.
There's a lot of chatter about you in here, huh?
The booths are full of suits.
All right. Thanks.
Your next comedian coming to the stage is a very funny guy.
Formerly a very funny doorman here at Goldie's.
Big round of applause for Joey Spencer!
- Are you fucking kidding me? - [applause]
All right, thanks.
Manny Martinez, everybody, keep it going for him.
[applause]
It's okay, he's the one Mexican here
who's not trying to steal your job--
[both grunt]
[amplifier feedback screeches]
Joey Spencer, ladies and gentlemen, huh?
- [crowd commotion] - Let's keep it going.
I'm Mike Lovis, and I've been working the door here
at Goldie's a lot longer than him.
- Ain't that right, shit-stain? - [moaning]
Sounds like a yes to me.
So I'm in the grocery store the other day and I see a
- woman start to have a seizure. - Just get off the--
God damn it! In the "12 items or less" line.
So I do what any person would do in that kind of situation.
I start counting how many items she has
in...her...fucking cart.
- No, no, no. - [crowd commotion, laughter]
So I'm all like, "Twelve, 13..."
She had 17 fucking items in her cart!
Three years! Three years I worked
- that fucking door! - Go over here!
And I've been up in The Cellar one time!
And Joey gets the fucking Main Stage!
- [Lovis] Fucking bullshit! - [crowd murmurs]
- All right, Joey Spencer. - [Lovis] ...fucker!
[Arnie] Keep it going for Joey Spencer.
[scattered clapping] [Lovis continues shouting]
Sorry, everybody.
- Um... - [indistinct talking]
So I was out with this girl the other night.
Ah!
What the hell's going on in here?
Lovis flipped out.
Must be some kind of doorman syndrome.
How 'bout those gas prices, huh?
What's the deal with that, huh?
No--no, no!
[snaps] Ron. Take the door.
[Lovis] Nixon was--[grunts]
- [mutters] Me? - That's your name, right?
Yeah, yeah, no, I-I just didn't know that you knew it.
It was great catching up with you.
Now grab the fucking door.
[Lovis] Three years, three years I worked that fucking door!
Yes, ma'am.
[quietly] Goldie told me... Did you--
- [man] Lovis, it's cool! - [man] You did good.
[Lovis] Fucking bullshit! Fuck you!
[Ralph] Now get your fucking ass out!
[Lovis continues yelling]
[muffled yelling]
Arnie.
Goldie told me to watch the door.
She knows my name.
Ooh, stirring.
You watching the door, you need a T-shirt.
What size are you?
Medium.
Oh, we only have smalls.
Why the fuck did you ask?
It's called common courtesy, douchebag.
All right.
Give Ron a large shirt.
[Joey continues in background]
[loud applause]
[Adam] That is the weirdest sex ever, the weirdest sex, okay?
Now, ladies, I don't want y'all to take this the wrong way,
but y'all are fucking crazy.
[laughter]
Always trying to figure us men out.
You think I'm playing?
When JFK got shot, his wife jumped on the trunk of the car
- and grabbed his brains. - [all moaning]
Even when we dead, y'all wanna know what we thinking.
[laughter, groaning]
Bay of Pigs? No.
Cuban missile crisis?
Not interested.
Marilyn.
[laughter]
That bitch.
I knew you was in here somewhere.
You're in some shit when we get to the house.
[laughter]
[cheers and applause]
[upbeat Muzak playing]
[Eddie] I'm from Boston originally.
Uh, my father owned a men's shop.
Big sports town, Boston. Big sports town.
Red Sox, Yankees. You know?
One of the great rivalries in professional sports.
Uh, my father, he hated the Yankees.
You know?
The-the thing my father detests most, in order,
are the Yankees, the Nazis,
and ill-fitting suits.
♪♪
Um, my father's very critical
of-of how people dressed.
In fact, when we go to see the Sox play the Yankees
at Fenway Park, my father would often direct his insults
at how the Yankees players looked in their uniforms
rather than the players themselves.
[chuckles] Hey, Mantle!
[phone rings]
Mantle!
You look like shit out there!
A well-fitted shoulder should lie flat
and be the same length as the bone und--
You okay, sir? You-you need to walk or...
Thank you.
A well-fitted shoulder should lie flat
and be the same length as the bone under it!
And should meet the sleeve of the uniform
right where your arm meets your shoulder!
Ya bum!
[man] Pick up.
Okay. Thank you.
You've been a very well-behaved audience.
[Muzak continues in background]
♪♪
You good over here? All right.
Hey, would you guys like some refills, or--
All right.
- Would you like a refill? - Decaf.
Okay.
Funny stuff.
Uh, yeah, doing my best.
Kenny Vesey.
Uh, hey.
Eddie Zeidel.
Wait, are you, uh,
are you Kenny In The AM?
Kenny!
Holy shit. Man.
I-I listen to you all the time since I've, uh,
since I've been here from Boston.
I'm a Yankee fan. But
I'm gonna fight every instinct I have
and still leave you a decent tip.
Well, my hand-to-mouth existence thanks you.
[chuckles]
No, seriously, man, uh...
- You and Klein the other day. - Mm.
It was so funny.
Jesus, I've known Bobby since our New York days.
Yeah, we did, uh,
did a lot of coffee shops together.
- Right. - Seriously though.
Funny shit.
Especially the closer.
"Closer," huh?
More like segue to pouring coffee.
[laughs] Well,
keep at it.
Maybe one day soon we'll have you on.
- Oh. - You know what? Here.
Thanks for Babe Ruth.
And thank you for No No Nanette.
[chuckles]
I can't tell you how anxious CMA is
to get into the Nick Beverly business, huh?
Seriously.
Yeah, I'm more of a, uh, mom and pop operation
right now than a business.
We launch careers, Nick.
- Yeah. - Seriously, that's what we do.
Look, as a side note, uh,
[sniffs]
I'm a full-service agent, Nick. Hm?
You say jump. I say how ♪ high? ♪
Bolivian. Not so much as a footprint.
Yeah, not much of a coke man,
but a lovely gesture nonetheless.
Cool.
Just know,
late or loaded,
CMA has got your back, Nick.
Seriously.
Late and loaded, I got.
So why don't we go with rich and famous, huh?
[snickers] Speaking my language.
Your wish is my command.
[Ralph] Hey, I'm gonna hit the road early.
7 a.m. sharp.
You hear me?
Yeah. 7 a.m. sharp.
So that means, what, you'll be ready by 8?
8:15. I still haven't packed.
Oh, yeah. It's your Sonny and Cher gig.
Yeah, baby, four sold-out shows in Vegas.
Oh.
It's like a boring white people convention.
Yeah, but I'm gonna be yawning all the way to the bank
at a grand a gig to open for those two.
Bring me to Vegas. I'd be nice to get away.
Well, Edgar already wormed his way into driving.
I didn't worm my way into driving, okay?
That's like saying somebody wormed their way
into painting your apartment.
Comped room at Caesar's?
All the food and drink you can handle?
You a motherfucking worm, and you know it.
[laughter]
[Edgar] It's a little wormy.
[Ralph] First of all, if you go anyway,
which bed you gonna sleep in?
- [Ralph] Mine or Edgar's? - [Cassie laughs]
Oh, hey.
Here's a funny prick you want to know.
Bill Hobbs, Miles Farber, CMA.
Bill Hobbs, yeah. Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah.
I seen your stuff. I'm a big fan.
Seriously.
Yeah, we've already met.
When you passed on repping me.
Uh, yeah, sorry,
I usually don't forget a face.
No, please, forget this one.
That way, a year from now after I've been on Carson
and you come crawling back to suck my cock,
I can tell you to go fuck yourself.
Seriously.
I did say prick.
♪ jazzy music playing ♪
♪♪
You know, Goldie,
I've always liked your club.
Something about it reminds me of my daddy's place.
[chuckles]
Yeah, all the talent that's come through here.
Only instead of, uh, Coleman Hawkins
and Thelonious Monk,
now it's Richard and Carlin.
Different music, but same energy.
That's lovely, Barton. You got something on your mind?
- Adam Proteau. - What about him?
I'm just wondering, is it wise
you hiding him in your cellar is all?
♪♪
Carl is a good manager.
And he was taking care of that kid.
Till you whispered in his ear.
Nobody's casting aspersions.
Boy made his own decisions.
Yeah?
So what are you to him now?
A friend.
No financial entanglements.
Just seems obvious, so much talent.
And look, when you got a van Gogh,
you don't hang it in the cellar.
[laughs]
It's my van Gogh.
I'll hang it wherever the fuck I want.
Look, Barton, I'm sure you're a hell of a pimp,
but don't ever come into my club
and tell me how to handle my kids.
Stick to what you know--
racketeering and getting Pryor laid.
♪♪
Don't fool yourself, Goldie.
We're both pimps.
Only my whores get paid.
♪ mellow jazz continues ♪
[Ron] So I've been making the amend rounds lately.
Uh, it's been about eight weeks, and I'm up to the Cs now.
- Hold for laughs. - Really?
You know what? A-at least my audience
can get up and leave; yours are trapped till they
finish their unpronounceable sausage specials.
Don't you feel bad pretending to be an alcoholic
just to work on your material?
[scoffs] Are you kidding?
It's like one country song after another in there.
Trust me, I'm providing much-needed comic relief.
Besides I gotta up my game now that I'm a door guy.
I mean, Goldie gives those guys special treatment.
They get to pick their own spots at open-mic night,
so she's bound to see me.
And when she does... Carson, here I come.
Hold for the amazing lack of self-awareness.
A year from now when me and Johnny
are playing golf together,
I want you to think back on this moment
when you wonder why I never ask you to caddie.
[snickers]
[Kenny on radio] All right, thanks for that call, Sharon.
Now, you heard her, folks.
If you like funnel cakes, if you like petting zoos,
you are running out of time!
This is the final weekend, so head on over to that
L.A. County Fair!
Stay tuned, everybody this is Kenny in the AM.
[Rockin' Horse's "Rock & Roll Fever" plays on radio]
♪♪
♪ Ever since I was a young boy... ♪
[knock on door]
♪ I was jumping to Chuck Berry almost every single day ♪
♪ But Daddy told me son that stuff will ♪
♪ Go right to your head ♪ [toilet flushes]
♪ But Daddy didn't know it got me flying like a jet ♪
♪ And I've got oh-ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Rock and roll fever ♪
♪ All right ♪
♪ Rock and roll fever ♪
♪ Really put me there in the spotlight, yeah ♪
♪ Rock and roll fever... ♪
♪♪
♪ Oh! ♪
[Kenny] All right, Kenny Vesey, everybody,
and we're talking to Nick Beverly
on Kenny in the AM!
[chorus over recording] ♪ Wake up ♪
- [inhaling] - [man] Man, biscuit!
Now, I don't know how many of you caught it,
but Nick was on The Tonight Show.
What was that, about a week ago? How'd that go?
It was incredible.
How bad was Ed's breath?
Because when I was on, he could have knocked a buzzard off a
[plays kazoo] wagon!
It was so bad...
Yeah, I can't say I got that close,
but Johnny smelled delightful.
I'd like to find a car freshener that smells just like Johnny.
[laughs] All right. Speaking of cars,
it's time for KROQ's traffic and weather
on Kenny in the AM! [plays woodwind toy]
[chorus over recording] ♪ Traffic and weather ♪
[man continues, indistinct]
I'm just not totally sold.
Are you a fuckin' idiot?
- Doorman's a plumb gig. - [coughs]
How much money you make is totally up to you.
It's all a big hustle, Ronnie.
Hey, what's this "Ronnie" shit?
All right, here's the deal, "Ronnie."
Main room has three levels, 'kay?
Up front, that's your target range
for comics doing crowd work.
Ideally you want to sit hot chicks,
old guys with hot chicks, and homosexuals.
And how will I know they're homosexuals?
You know, homo behavior.
Giggling, white wine.
Manners.
The back is noisy and it has poor sight lines,
so that's strictly for the rabble.
So the prime seating is the booths?
Oh, yeah, that's where you're
gonna make most of your bread.
Say some high roller comes in asking about a booth,
you say, "Sorry, pal.
These booths are reserved for Presidents Lincoln,
Hamilton, and Jackson."
[Eddie] Hamilton was not a president.
He was the country's first Secretary of the Treasury,
and he also helped found the Federalist Party.
Well, cock-a-doodle- who-gives-a-fuck?
- [Ron sighs] - Anyway,
I'm doorman supervisor, so I get 20 percent of your take.
Are you shitting me?
Eh, you'll still make plenty.
That's where I started. Look at me now.
Not right now, later now.
When I'm dressed.
[bong bubbling]
Hey, fuck you! I own a Mustang!
[Kenny on radio] All right, we're back everybody.
Kenny Vesey, we're talking to Nick Beverly
about Dodger fans...
Ooh, Nick's on.
[Nick on radio] Only tension during the game
is when it's all tied up in the middle of the seventh
and they can't find their cars in the parking lot.
- [laughs] - [Kenny laughs]
You know Kenny Vesey caught my act at the deli last night?
Complimented me. Nice guy.
I got to tell you something, pal.
I used to go to a lot of Yankees-Sox games.
And my uncle, who was a tailor,
all his insults about the Sox
used to be about how their clothes fit.
Hey, Ted Williams!
A well-fitted shoulder lies flat
and should meet the sleeve of your uniform
right where your arm meets your shoulder!
Ya bum!
[Nick and Kenny laugh]
That's your joke.
I wouldn't be bragging.
[Kenny on radio] I'm gonna tell you how the term...
That motherfucker.
[Eli groans]
- What? What the hell? - Jesus.
What--what is all this?
[Eli] Extra, extra. Read all about it.
Goldie Herschlag,
exec producing CBS comedy special.
[laughs, inhales]
Finally, news that's fit to print.
- Madam? - Apple wine?
- [chuckles] - Where's the Dom?
Uh-uh-uh.
There's a story.
Well, I hope it's a story about champagne.
Years ago, before I had a dime,
I toasted my very first deal with a bottle
of this fine Boone's Farm Apple Wine.
And nothing-- and I mean nothin'--
ever tasted as good.
Come here.
[soft laugh]
[glasses clink]
[both] Mmm.
That is yummy.
[giggles]
[breathes deeply]
This is big.
[laughs] Are you kid--
As your lawyer, I'm telling you, this is very big.
And don't worry about the Dom, there'll be plenty of that
tomorrow night at the Dansaks' party.
- Good, because this is awful. - [grunts]
You know, uh, Camille's gonna be there, so...
Course she is. She's your wife.
To our baby.
- [glasses clink] - Ohh...
Mmm.
Hey.
I thought you was moving furniture.
Yeah.
For my people, beanbag chairs are furniture.
[chuckles]
[Sonny and Cher's "I Got You Babe" plays]
♪♪
♪ They say we're young and we don't know... ♪
Hey.
Getting in the zone.
What kind of black dude are you?
Look, Sonny and Cher have done me a solid.
I'm opening for the biggest audience I've ever played for
all because they believe in me.
So forgive me if I don't share your ire.
"Ire"?
I repeat, what kind of black dude are you?
The kind that's trying to build a motherfucking career
and take care of his own
rather than trying to fix a motherfucking world
that don't give a shit.
Why does everybody think
every black comic gotta be all in your face
about how black they are?
Can't shit just be funny?
You see, now that sounded black.
Two octaves higher, I'd pull over the van
so you could hold up a liquor store.
[laughs]
You'd like that.
The revolution will be televised,
and I'm hosting that motherfucker.
♪ Babe ♪
♪ I got you babe ♪
[humming]
[man on radio talking indistinctly]
[knocks]
Yeah?
I got a scoop you won't find in the trades.
Oh, for fuck's sake, Arnie,
does everything with you come with a drum roll?
I-I just talked to our liquor guy.
He's gonna have one less stop to make on his route.
Teddy's.
Cut off.
Three months late on his fucking liquor bill.
Ooh, I like the way this day is shaping up.
[laughs]
- [surf rock music plays] - Now this is what I call music.
[chuckles]
[siren wails]
Oh, shit.
♪♪
Just--eh-be cool.
I'm cool.
Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of everything.
Okay, you do that.
[siren wailing]
You acting jittery as shit.
Just shut up.
[song continues over car radio]
[Edgar] Be cool.
Okay. I got this.
[Ralph] Y-you sure?
Hello, Officer.
License and registration.
Um...
Well, I left it in the van.
I'll just get it.
♪♪
What the fuck?
What the fuck was that?
[Edgar] I panicked.
Now I'm gonna get screwed over
because you panicked over a couple of fucking joints?
[police radio chatter]
- Dispatch, this is 166. - [dispatch] Copy, 166.
We've intercepted a vehicle with two beanbag chairs
stuffed with over 5,000 hits of THC, copy?
[dispatch] Copy, 166.
Now is the time
you should start motherfucking panicking.
[clears throat]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[elegant music playing]
Oh, when do I get to meet Silverman?
Oh, you know Fred really wanted to be here,
but he had to give a speech
at some, uh, some animal rights event.
He couldn't switch it around, so...
And have you met my wife, Lisa?
Lisa, honey, come here, come here.
This is Goldie.
[small laugh] Oh, it's nice to meet you.
- Beautiful home you have. - Oh, thank you.
Everybody, if I could have your attention please?
One of our honored guests tonight, Eli Gershman,
his beautiful wife, Camille,
would like to say a few words, so please.
Camille?
[indistinct chatter]
Thank you.
- Please. - Thank you, Marty.
In 1961, our oldest, Christopher, was born.
We wanted to welcome him into the world
toasting him with champagne.
The only problem was we were flat broke
after setting up Eli's practice.
Fortunately for us, that was the year
this delightful little vintage came out.
Boone's Farm Apple Wine.
[soft laughter]
So now, when good things happen, we remember back
to when love and a buck a bottle were more than enough.
[crowd] Aww.
To my darling husband, Eli,
our three wonderful children,
and Eli's formidable partner, Goldie.
Oh. [nervous chuckle].
Congratulations.
[Marty] Congratulations.
[glasses clinking]
Delightful, just delightful.
Everybody, let's eat.
[elegant music resumes]
♪♪
Oh, come quick. I'm drinking the stars.
Look, the story with the wine was true.
All right, and I wanted to share it with you.
Just--you know-- without the back story.
I'm not an idiot, Eli.
I know what we have is a lie.
But what makes it tenable:
we don't lie to each other.
Otherwise, I don't know what the fuck we're doing.
[Ticket's "Bad Things in the World
Make the Nice Things Nicer" plays on stereo]
♪♪
♪ I was sitting on a moonlight vision ♪
- ♪ I was thinking...♪ - How do you know
- who drank out of that? - I don't.
Ah, sweet mystery of life. [chuckles]
The comedy world just got smaller.
You retiring?
- No, he said "comedy." - Oh, right.
Hey, Gabe, it's past sundown. Shouldn't you be
in a synagogue, atoning for being such a fucking dick?
- [chuckles] - Ooh, that's a good one.
So what happened?
King Theodore's done.
Cut off by his liquor supplier.
Mm, no shit.
- Hey. - Hi.
Did you hear about King Theodore's?
Yep, the King is dead; long live the Queen.
[Fitzy] Hey, Cass.
I read about "Vagina Nights" in the trades.
I can't tell you how happy I am for you.
Wow, guys, overwhelmed with the support, thank you.
Cassie, you were in the trades?
Yeah and Girls Are Funny Too is announced.
It's, uh, it's actually happening.
Christ, why can't they do a guy's version?
They do; it's called the fucking Tonight Show.
[laughs] Amen to that.
[scoffs] Amen to what?
Girls Are Funny Too is basically
the Negro League with tits.
Funny is funny--that should be the sole determining factor.
But, hey, if you want to be a second-class comedian,
then be my guest.
- He's got a point. - Oh, yeah?
So if there was a "Jews Are Funny Too" special,
- you wouldn't sign up? - Yeah, right.
What, if there were a "Black Guys Are Funny Too" special
or a "Guys With Glasses Are Funny Too" special or a
"Guys Who Smell Faintly Like Urine Are Funny Too" special,
you wouldn't jump at it?
It's a good thing he said "faintly."
- [laughter] - [Kenny] Man, biscuit!
Thursday morning. Are we a go?
Yeah, I'll be there, man.
All right, good, you could do the call-ins with me.
Hey. You stole my joke, asshole.
[scoffs] I'm sorry, who are you?
Oh, I'm the fucking waiter who told that joke
at the deli yesterday, the one you stole
and said on your radio show this morning.
- Remember that? - Hey, pal...[laughs]
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
You know what you did.
Kenny Vesey.
He's the youngest comic to do Carson.
Carson.
Why the fuck would he steal your open mic joke?
I'm not sure, why don't you ask him?
- [laughs] - Come on, man.
He didn't take it. Plus, we've seen your act.
I mean, who'd want to pick corn out of that pile of shit?
Look alive, guys. Eddie, you're up after Ron.
Let's go
Yeah, not with this jerk-off here.
[chuckles] Fucking nerve on this little kid.
Ignore him, man, he's an arrogant little asshole.
[whispers indistinctly]
[Fitzy] What do you call a Mexican hitchhiking?
- Stranded. - [crowd laughter]
This next guy needs no introduction.
[crowd laughter]
Fitzy, ladies and gentlemen.
Uh, if anybody wants an autograph,
he'll be outside vomiting up cocktail onions
after the show.
- So my mother's a big woman. - [scattered laughs]
Yeah, just-just not a fan of exercise.
Little bit of a drinking problem too.
I-I, actually, I tried to get her to go to AA,
but she refused when she heard it had 12 steps.
[laughter]
She-she is really, really heavy.
She told me when she dies,
she wants to be cremated
so her ashes can be used to blot out the sun.
[laughter]
No, I mean, I love my mother,
- but, you know, she's... - [Goldie murmuring]
[coughs] She, uh...
she-she is, uh, she-she's just a big lady.
You know, she-she just-she- you know, she won't exercise.
But I already said that. [chuckles]
Sorry, um...
What, uh, what-what else-what...
Um...oh, yeah, so, uh,
so my name-my name is, uh, my name's Ron Shack,
which, you know, Fitzy kind of failed to mention.
Uh, hi.
Uh, Ron is, uh, my nickname.
It's-it's, uh, it's actually short
for "Moron."
'Cause, uh... [clears throat]
uh, 'cause...
Uh...
You know, people assumed it'd be short for--
[microphone fumbling]
[tense laugh] Technical problems.
Uh...
Anybody got an instruction manual?
Nope?
- [crowd laughter] - He bombed three times at once.
[Fitzy] We're bringing in a firing squad
and they'll put you out of your misery.
Just be honest.
Like-like scale of one to ten,
how bad was that?
Uhh, well, what you want to hear is that you did okay.
But what you need to hear is that you sucked.
Which you did.
But that's good, that's how you get better.
Hey, hey, look at the bright side.
You know, after that performance,
short of one of "Jerry's kids" coming up on stage
and popping a crutch, you're a lock for a pity fuck.
I panicked.
I saw Goldie watching, and I just froze.
It-it-it-it was like one of those-those horror movies
where you try to scream and-and nothing comes out.
I'm dead. I'm fucking dead.
It's okay, Ronnie.
It's not that big a deal.
[Arnie] Yeah, tell that to Lovis.
He bombed in front of Goldie early on,
and... look what happened to him.
♪ rousing funk music ♪
Now, look here, Norton has style.
He shoots that jab right from his hip.
[grunts] Then he move all herky-jerky.
You know what I'm sayin-saying? I'm telling you.
Ali gonna have trouble timing that boy.
You watch what I tell you. You know what I'm saying?
Well, speaking of young, pretty, and black.
[chuckling]
All right, baby.
From Sonja.
Hey, y'all should have seen this man the other night.
Man, he had the audience bent with laughter.
[chuckles]
I just had a good set, that's all.
Hey, never underestimate
the power of charisma.
And that is something that you have tenfold.
No matter what Goldie may think.
And she could stick you in the bottom of the well,
you'd still come up with laughs.
[chuckling]
Meaning?
Means she's burying you in that bullshit cellar.
Hey, man, the Cellar's just somewhere to hone my style
until it's ready for Main Stage.
[laughs] Y'all hear this?
[laughs]
The fuck is so funny?
She got you trained. Hmph!
You wanna buy that jive.
But if you want to bury your light under a bushel
and keep playin' house nigga to Miss Goldie, that's your call.
Man, why you always gotta talk shit to make a point?
I'm sorry, Adam, but I don't decorate the truth
with ribbons and bows.
All right. You want some truth?
Try this shit on.
If you want to make it in comedy,
it's only one place to do that in L.A., and that's Goldie's.
You sound like you done found Jesus.
[laughter]
[man] Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Maybe I have.
There are other clubs,
just like there are other ways.
Like what?
King Theodore's?
Man can't even pay his liquor bill.
And what does it matter?
Ain't nobody being found there anyways.
I gotta go.
[song continues over radio]
Dating was different after guys found out my parents were dead.
They became afraid to use the word "parents."
I'd meet a guy's mother and father
and he'd introduce them to me as,
"the couple who did his laundry."
[soft laugh] It's funny.
Goldie wants my parents still breathing,
it being network and all.
Mm, I get that.
So can you save it?
I mean,
Cass, this is your life.
I can be a sounding board and all,
but this is-this is all you.
Yeah, but the stuff she wants me to say isn't my life.
It's like a cartoon version of my life.
- Right. - [sighs]
[exhales]
[sighs] God, I'm so sick of my stomach
being in knots.
And it's just jokes, right?
Think Henny Youngman pulls his hair out
every time he picks up his fiddle?
Yeah, probably.
I mean, "take my wife...please"
came from someplace.
Henny's wife probably shit herself laughing
when she first heard it.
- You think? - Yeah, definitely.
My dad was always disappointed
that I didn't play baseball as a kid.
Harmon Killebrew and Sandy Koufax,
they were heroes in our house.
♪ somber music ♪
Jews that could throw the ball, that was a very big deal.
Hey, you know who you're talking to, right?
Anyway, I, um...
I got bullied a lot as a kid.
So I was never fully comfortable around jocks holding bats.
And there was this one day
I was at Fenway with my old man,
about ten years old.
And it was the bottom of the seventh,
and he was extra surly
'cause the Sox were getting creamed
by the fucking Yankees no less.
And he just keeps getting madder and madder.
And so I look at him and I say, "Hey, Dad.
What do you call a New Yorker with a baseball bat
who's covered in baggy pinstripes?
A piece of shit."
[both chuckle]
Admittedly, it's not my A material, but...
it's still my favorite.
And why is that?
'Cause it was the first time I ever made my old man laugh.
[inhales] Yeah.
♪♪
Jokes are sacrosanct
because they're never just jokes, you know?
You are always in there somewhere.
♪♪
[inhales sharply] Ooh.
You are one serious fucker.
Oh, that's nothin'.
Wait till you hear my dissertation
on knock-knock jokes.
Oh, yeah?
- Knock knock. - Who's there?
- Nietzsche. - Nietzsche who?
Eh, fuck it, don't answer, what's the point?
Life has no intrinsic meaning or value.
I'm sorry I bothered you.
You always make me laugh.
[inhales] Well, it's my burden.
You're a good friend, Eddie.
Yeah, you too.
[funk rock plays on radio]
[sports announcer in background]
♪♪
[man] Roger Moore is 002 at best.
[mellow rock, sports announcer continue]
[Maggie] What's that?
Care package?
From my mom.
Stuff from back home you can't get out here.
♪♪
You eat this?
Yep. On bread.
Mix it with peanut butter, it's called a "fluffernutter."
You okay, Ronnie?
You seem a little--
Down?
Pussy-ish.
Thanks, Maggie.
- [chuckles] - Seriously.
You should work with children.
Is this still about last night?
You bombed. Move on already.
Maggie, I didn't just bomb.
I bombed in front of fucking Goldie,
the one fucking person that you can't bomb in front of!
Whoa, whoa, take it down a notch.
I'm not the one who sucked last night.
You know what, Mags?
Fuck you.
You know what else?
Why don't you wear some fucking pants to breakfast
like a normal person, okay?
'Cause we get it.
You have a vagina.
[funk rock continues]
♪♪
Really?
Hey, you get through to Sonny Bueno?
They're at rehearsal.
Sorry, man.
I was--I was really hoping you'd get us sprung
because I gotta take a shit,
and I can't take a shit in public, no fucking way.
I mean, y- You wouldn't understand
'cause a guy like you can take a dump anywhere, right?
I truly envy that. [soft chuckle]
What's it like, Edgar?
Being so wrapped up in yourself that you don't give a fuck
about anybody else?
I care about people.
Who do you give a motherfucking two shits about
other than yourself?
I care about my friends.
What friends?
The people you sell drugs to?
Those are customers.
You don't have any fucking friends.
Ralph,
I fucked up, okay?
But that does not mean I don't care about people.
You know what we used to call motherfuckers
like you in the army?
[Ralph chuckles]
"Jack."
That's a special term of contempt
reserved for those
who only look out for themselves and not their mates.
That's you, Edgar.
A Jack motherfucker, through and through.
Ralph.
I am so fucking sorry, man.
- Get the fuck away from me. - Hey, hey.
Get your ass in a fucking--
[guard] Knock it off!
Both of you!
It's all right, Officer.
Think it's a Vietnam thing.
You tour there?
Twice.
Who you with?
75th Infantry Rangers.
Sergeant Major Ralph Carnegie, Company C.
Sergeant Jerry Barnsdale.
Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol.
Find 'em, track 'em, kill 'em.
What happened here, Sergeant?
Wrong place, wrong time,
wrong person to get a fucking ride from.
He's right, Officer.
He did not have anything to do with this, okay?
He's a comedian; he's gonna open for Sonny and Cher.
He barely drinks alcohol.
How'd you pull that off?
[sighs]
Anyone ever tell you you're a real piece of shit?
Yeah. I stopped counting.
We haven't processed you yet.
If you were released now, it's like it never happened.
You serious?
I mean, I can make my gig.
This offer doesn't extend to him.
♪ lightly edgy music ♪
I'm good with that.
Ralph, Ralph.
It was me bringing up your Vietnam shit
that got you out of here.
Come on, you gotta--
you gotta get somebody, Ralph.
Don't leave me in here.
Ralph, please, come on, Ralph.
You're on your own, Jack.
♪♪
[background chatter]
♪ somber music continues ♪
♪♪
Buy you a drink, sailor?
[scoffs] Seriously, again?
What are you talking about?
I don't know if someone told you that I'm dying or something,
but save your good works.
It's a fucking beer, Bill.
And the agent the other night?
I was throwing you a bone.
You think I need you to throw me a bone?
Did you come out of the womb an asshole?
[chuckles]
Go fuck yourself.
Jesus, no wonder Cassie dumped your ass.
- What the-- - Oh, motherfucker.
Oh, you pussy, I barely touched you.
Jesus Christ, Nick.
Oh, fuck, not now.
Come on.
[Tom] Anyway,
days blurred when I was drinkin'.
Holidays, birthdays.
Now that I'm sober,
they're all too clear.
It sure was a lot easier to face your day
when you weren't sure what day it was you were facin'.
Hey. You wanna go up?
Hi, uh, my name's Ron
and I, uh...
My name is Ron
and I-I-I'm not an alcoholic.
[murmuring]
Uh, believe me,
I wish I was because then at least I could point to
something I was successful at.
[exhales]
Here's some rigorous honesty.
I have been coming here to work on my stand-up comedy.
I've been using all you as guinea pigs
while I stand up here and make up stories--
Jokes. I make up jokes
about being an alcoholic.
[clears throat]
It's fucking pathetic.
I have no idea what it is
I'm-I'm doing anymore.
Wait, Ron.
What?
You sure that's all you wanted to share?
Oh. Yeah, um...
I'm really sorry.
No, no.
What I mean is
maybe you need to be here.
So why not use this room as it was intended,
a place to share your truth?
My truth.
[exhales]
[exhales] Um...
Okay. Well...
when I was in high school,
I was this overweight dork.
And, I mean, I had some friends, but
I was never what you'd describe as "popular."
Um, I ate alone a lot. Like-like a real lot.
And I guess I've always kind of thought
if I could be this, uh, this other thing,
like this-this better, funny thing,
uh, that-that people would treat me different,
you-you know, be nicer or whatever.
And-and you know, and if-- if this better
[sniffs] if this better, funny thing
was really special,
you know, it could-- it could...
it could get you out of there.
And people-people would see you
as that thing.
You know, instead of this thing.
♪ somber music ♪
Um...
♪♪
But-- Ha.
But now I know that there is no other thing.
And it scares the shit out of me.
You know, just knowing that this--
this identity that I
banked on
giving my life its meaning
was bullshit.
[sniffs]
It's all bullshit.
And all that's left
is me.
♪♪
That's all.
You still clap.
[sniffs] Thank you.
[Nick] Am I right or am I right? [Bill] You're wrong.
House of Pies is way better than this shit.
[Nick] Are you fuckin' kidding? [Bill] No, I'm dead serious.
[Nick] You're not even eating the crust.
The crust is the best part.
[Bill] Because I don't like to eat shit.
[Nick] This is the only reason I come back to Los Angeles.
- [Nick] Mmm. - [Bill] If you're done
with your pie now, can we go to the hospital
and get your fucking arm looked at?
Jesus, Mom. I told you, it's a cyst.
Can you just relax?
I'm overreacting?
- Yeah. - I hit you in the arm,
and you howl like I found your G-spot.
- [laughs] - Come on.
Where's--hey.
Thank you.
[Muzak playing]
[smacking lips]
What are you doing?
Don't worry about it.
- Oh. - A little for Mr. William.
And a little for Nicky.
Whoops.
Hey, look, I'm sorry about what I said about, uh,
Cassie dumping you.
Yeah, I'm sorry that you got the world by the balls,
but you're too much of a fuck-up to cash in.
[whispers] Wow.
Just so you know, that is not how you get in my pants.
No?
All right, let's go to the doctor; I got shit to do.
Man, [scoffs]
What?
What are you so fucking pissed off about?
You really resent my success that much?
Your success? [scoffs]
Maybe I just don't think you're funny.
Tell that to Carson.
And we all have
our special little gifts, don't we, Nick?
Look, I'm so much fucking funnier than you.
And you just so happen to be better than me
at being in the right place at the right time.
- Hm. - Plus you didn't get the couch.
They ran long.
Fuckin' Joan Embery.
What's that tell ya?
Carson would rather have a three-toed sloth
piss all over his jacket
then spend ten seconds chatting with you.
You really think you're funnier than me?
The fucking Zapruder film is funnier than you, Nick.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
'Cause I always thought the beginning kind of meandered.
Excuse me, uh, Doris?
Would you solve something for us?
If we both tell you a joke, will you let us know who's funniest?
Who's paying?
He is.
She's the funniest.
Yeah.
[overlapping low argument]
[chuckling] Oh.
I told you I got a new tranny for my car.
Yeah, I didn't know they were putting them on the outside now.
- Yeah, they are. - Hey, blue eyes.
You looking for a date?
Oh-ho, I'm all set, but thank you, Scrotum O'Neil.
[laughter]
I loved Paper Moon. You funny.
Ooh, two for two, baby.
That's not fucking funny-- Ask me on a date.
Oh, you want a date, Red?
You know what? I would, but I promised myself
I would not get involved with another woman
whose cock is bigger than mine.
[laughter]
- Good one. - Hey, all beef,
if I wanted to pay 20 bucks to get fucked in the ass,
I'd just buy a ticket to a Loggins and Messina concert.
[laughter]
Yeah, I do want to take you out on a date.
Me, you, and a quiet table at the Hollywood free clinic.
- What do you say, huh? - Ooh.
- No? - Ooh.
I mean, I thought that was funny.
- Thanks, man. Yeah. - Yeah.
Hey, if it's a loveless fuck you're looking for,
maybe it's time you finally call your father back.
- Ooh. - Shit.
That's your daddy he's talking about.
- Okay, okay, stop. You both funny.
Yeah, we know we're both funny, but who's funnier?
Well, shit,
junkie's the funniest, I guess.
- What'd you call me? - Hey, man, back up.
- I ain't judging. - Yeah? Fuck you, cocksucker.
[knife flicks] And fuck you, motherfucker.
- Hey, hey, hey. - Look at your arm, man.
It's abscessed--it's comin' through your shirt.
Oh, oh, I'm sorry to give away your secret.
Yeah? Fuck you.
All right, you know what? Nobody's funny.
- How bout that, okay? - No, no.
Let your bitch-ass friend go.
I'll cut his motherfucking junkie throat.
Hey, hey, get in the fucking car.
All right, thank you, ladies. Have a good night.
Enjoy the repercussions of your life decisions.
The truth is
you're both some unfunny, sorry-ass faggots.
Quite a compliment. Thank you so much.
That's the damn truth, bitch.
[Nick] Why don't you go suck off the rest of The Supremes?
- I got you some Supremes... - You look like Jimi Hendrix
with fetal alcohol syndrome, you motherfucker!
[tranny] Yeah, any fuckin' time!
I, for one, am okay with women breastfeeding in public.
As long as they're okay with me watching.
[laughter] Speaking of watching...
[Cassie] Man, I could get used to having this many people here.
You deserve it.
Your stuff's great.
You're gonna kill.
Thank you.
For what?
Oh, for being such a nice guy.
[Gabe] Ladies and gentlemen, the lovely Cassie Feder.
You ever think that maybe I'm not that nice a guy?
Not for a second.
[applause]
Whoo!
[Cassie] Gabe Schwartz, ladies and gentlemen.
[applause]
[Cassie] So I'm sure you can tell where I'm from.
- [Bill] It's good? - [Nick] Yeah.
- Hey? - Hm?
You're bleeding again.
You want me to take you to that emergency room
or should we get ice cream this time?
I'm good.
You know, that shit turned Lenny Bruce
into a strung-out court stenographer.
Not that I'm comparing you
in any way, shape, or form to Lenny.
Can't all be Soupy Sales, Bill.
[chuckles]
It's a fucking crutch.
You don't need it.
[Nick exhales] Pain is essential, and you know it.
All we are is agony as art.
Who the fuck talks like that?
[laughs] Really?
Nobody gives a fuck about the depths of your soul.
♪ Lou Reed's "Perfect Day" plays ♪
It's about funny.
It's about money, fame,
and getting laid by women way out of our league.
♪ Just a perfect day... ♪
Spoken like a true hack.
Well, so what?
I'm supposed to be like you and Clay?
Shooting fucking heroin and then jump in front of a bus
just as the spotlight hits?
♪ When it gets dark we go home... ♪
You don't deserve any of the good that's falling
into your aggressively untalented lap.
Wait, what are you talking about?
Clay was an accident.
[scoffs]
♪ Feed animals in the zoo ♪
Don't be a fucking idiot, Nick.
♪ Then later... ♪
Clay walked against the light
and jumped in front of a speeding bus.
People saw it.
♪♪
♪ Oh it's such a perfect day ♪
You're a fucking cunt, Nick.
[unzips pants]
A real asshole.
♪ Oh such a perfect day ♪
Which probably means we'll be friends for life.
So wake the fuck up. [urinating]
Be funny.
Not everyone cares
about the darkness that keeps you up at night.
All right, that's my time. You guys have been great.
Thank you.
♪ Just a perfect day ♪
[Gabe] Keep it going, ladies and gentlemen.
♪ Problems all left alone ♪
[chuckling]
Hi. How are you, sweetheart?
Good. Whatever joke he just told you
that you were laughing at,
just know he probably stole it.
Okay? Have a good night.
♪ Oh it's such a perfect day ♪
[Kenny] Excuse me. Excuse me, please move.
Get the fuck out of the way--
♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪
♪ Oh such a perfect day... ♪
More demand for the Cellar tonight
than there is for the main room.
You are gonna get me in so much trouble with the fire marshal.
Spending more time killing it in the Cellar than Norman Bates.
[Fitzy] This next kid, he's like a Raisin in the Sun to me.
Give it up for Adam Proteau, give it up, everybody.
Come on, Adam.
♪♪
Whoo!
♪♪
♪ You're going to reap... ♪
Oh, shit, now.
♪ Just what you sow ♪
♪ song concludes ♪
Six, though, six?
We saw six Ping-Pong balls come out of her vagina.
- Shut up. - Here's the real trick though.
The seventh one came out of her asshole.
[laughs]
I'm serious.
Hey.
What the fuck was that, huh?
- Uhh! - Oh, shit!
- Oh, oh. - Hey-hey-hey-hey.
Hey, hey, what the hell was that for, huh?
He stole my joke!
He didn't steal your shitty joke, that's in your head.
You're the last person who knows what's in my fucking head, okay?
You think you're some great mystery, kid, huh?
You think I don't know you're trying to fuck Cassie?
- Fuck you I am-- - Fuck me?
Hey, hey.
[man] Oh, shit.
Hey, enough, enough.
You both got your licks in. Jesus, Kenny--
- Fucking little putz! - Hey.
[spits]
I didn't know he's moving on your girlfriend, Bill.
You know what? I'm glad.
I'm glad I stole your shitty little joke!
[Kenny] Fuck.
What?
Fuck him, man.
Only scum tries to steal another guy's girl.
But you did steal his joke?
Yeah, it wasn't even that good of a joke, man.
Some stupid fucking baseball thing.
You know what? Not one call,
not one call complimenting me on it.
Oh!
♪ The Majestic's "Funky Chick" plays ♪
Hey, you don't steal another guy's fucking joke, asshole.
Ow, Nick!
Nicky. Ah, Nicky.
- Fucking thief. - Ah, no-no-no--
[Kenny groaning]
- Come here. - But, Red, man...
Where you going, huh?
- Oh! - Okay-okay-okay-
Billy, Billy--
Ah! Oh--
So, uh, who we kicking?
[Cassie] Hey. What happened?
Are you okay?
♪♪
We're not friends.
That's what happened.
[Kenny yelling in background]
♪♪
You okay?
Maggie, as it stands right now,
any more warmth and kindness from you,
and I might slit my wrists, so...
- I'm sorry about earlier. - No, I'm...
I shouldn't have blown up on ya.
I'm sorry, Ronnie, I was a bitch.
And I promise from now on
I will always wear pants at breakfast.
Please don't.
Breakfast is only the most important meal of the day
'cause you show up to it pants-less.
[giggles]
Mmm.
Actually looks kind of yummy.
- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hmm.
♪ soft music ♪
♪♪
Interesting.
[both chuckle]
My mom always used to make 'em for me
when I'd have a bad day.
Mm, for me it was grape ZaRex.
Mm. It's funny how sometimes those little things
can make you forget.
Forget what?
I don't know.
Everything.
Don't let the shit get you down, Ronnie.
You gotta ease up, okay?
As my dad used to say,
"Good things happen when you lighten your grip."
Obviously he wasn't masturbating when he said that.
[chuckles]
No. [giggles]
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Whoa.
You might want to wheel that delivery back out of here.
Unless it's Christmas.
Uh, is this King Theodore's?
Yeah, you got the right place,
but, uh, I, uh,
I can't afford to pay you right now, hoss.
No need. It's already paid.
♪ Booker T. & The MG's "Green Onions" plays ♪
Who the fuck is Barton Royce?
♪♪