
Bill Burr: Let It Go
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- 2010
- 65 min
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[quirky rock music]
[cheers and applause]
ALL RIGHT.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT HERE.
OKAY, OKAY.
ALL RIGHT.
OKAY, I DIDN'T CURE ANYTHING.
JESUS CHRIST.
[laughter]
[bleep] LIFETIME ACHIEVEMEN AWARD OUT HERE.
[laughter]
[laughs]
I DON'T KNOW, MAN.
I'M JUST REALLY THINKING THE
WORST OF PEOPLE.
[laughter]
I REALLY AM.
ANIMALS--SOME OF THE ANIMALS I
SEE.
LIKE, I WAS IN THE AIRPORT THE
OTHER DAY, RIGHT?
I'M SITTING THERE WAITING FOR MY
FLIGHT TO TAKE MY LIFE AND
WATCHING THIS--WATCHING
THIS LADY.
SHE'S EATING EGG MCMUFFINS,
LIKE, PLURAL, AND JUST THREW,
LIKE, THREE OF THEM RIGHT DOWN
GULLET.
AND WHEN SHE WAS DONE, SHE WIPED
[laughter]
LIKE A GENTLEMAN.
LIKE, "OH, I'LL JUST DO THE
CORNERS," AND, "AHHHH."
THEN SHE JUST KIND OF
STRAIGHT-RAZOR SHAVED.
JUST AN ABSOLUTE ANIMAL.
I SAW THIS OTHER DUDE.
HE WAS SO OUT OF SHAPE, HE WAS,
LIKE, TRYING TO ITCH HIS BACK,
AND HE COULDN'T REACH IT, SO HE
WALKED UP TO A SUPPORT POLE
THAT WAS HOLDING UP AN ENTIRE
FLOOR OF THE AIRPORT AND JUS WALKS UP, AND HE JUST STARTS,
LIKE, RUBBING UP AGAINST I LIKE A GRIZZLY BEAR.
JUST SITTING THERE.
JUST A [bleep] ANIMAL.
[laughter]
DUDE, I AM SO PRO-SWINE FLU,
IT'S, LIKE, RIDICULOUS.
I WANT IT.
WE NEED A PLAGUE.
I'M TELLING YOU, WE NEED A
PLAGUE.
IT'S GOT TO HAPPEN, AND DON'T BE
AFRAID.
IT'S ONLY GONNA--IT'S ONLY GONNA
SERIOUSLY, PUT ON A SWEATER.
TAKE SOME VITAMINS.
YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.
JUST...
YOU'VE GOT TO LET MOTHER NATURE
DO HER THING, MAN.
SHE KEEPS TRYING TO HELP US OUT,
KEEPS TRYING TO THIN THE HERD,
AND EVERY SINGLE TIME, WE'RE
LIKE, "OH, GO DOWN AND GET YOUR
VACCINATION."
WHY?
WHY?
SO EGG MCMUFFIN LADY CAN BREED
WITH THE BACK FAT GUY,
YOU KNOW?
IT'S GOT TO HAPPEN.
YOU'VE GOT TO LET HER DO IT.
SERIOUSLY, PLAGUE, IT'S LIKE
NATURE'S FOREST FIRE,
YOU KNOW?
DEAD WOOD.
[laughter]
WE'RE THE ONLY--WE'RE THE ONLY
WE REALLY ARE.
LIONS DON'T DO THAT [bleep],
YOU KNOW?
HIS PAW, AND EVERYBODY'S,
"SLOW DOWN.
HOW ARE YOU FEELING?
IS EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?
DO YOU NEED SOME PENICILLIN?"
AND IT'S LIKE, "[bleep] HIM."
[laughter]
ON THE SERENGETI.
[laughter]
JUST STANDING THERE IN GRIDLOCK
LIKE, "WHAT THE [bleep] IS
GOING ON UP THERE?
DUDE, GO.
JUST [bleep] GO."
AN HOUR LATER, YOU GET UP THERE.
THERE'S SOME HYENA LICKING HIS
BALLS.
LIKE, "OH, THAT WAS THE BIG
HOLDUP, RIGHT?
LIKE YOU NEVER SAW THAT BEFORE.
OH, BY ALL MEANS, SLOW DOWN
AND LOOK AT IT."
[laughter]
SO I'VE GOT A GIRLFRIEND, MAN.
I WATCH A LOT OF TV WITH HER,
YOU KNOW?
HER.
WINFREY SHOW,
AND I LOVE, LIKE, WATCHING HER
WATCH THE OPRAH WINFREY SHOW.
AND I WAIT FOR OPRAH TO SAY
SOMETHING STUPID, AND THE SECOND
SHE DOES, I JUST TAKE IT OUT ON
MY GIRL, BECAUSE I'M AN A**HOLE.
[laughter]
NO, IT'S WHAT I DO.
NO, WE WERE WATCHING IT THE
OTHER DAY, YOU KNOW.
OPRAH'S ON THERE.
SHE'S INTERVIEWING SOME CLAM,
YOU KNOW, AND...
[laughter]
SHE'S GIVING HER THIS BIG,
RIDICULOUS INTRO, LIKE, "SHE'S
DONE THIS.
SHE'S DONE THAT.
SHE'S DONE THIS.
AND SHE DOES THE MOST DIFFICUL JOB ON THE PLANET.
SHE'S A MOTHER."
AND CONTINUES ON, AND
IMMEDIATELY, I JUST LOOK AT MY
GIRLFRIEND LIKE...
YOU KNOW.
LIKE, "REALLY?
BEING A MOTHER IS THE MOS DIFFICULT JOB ON THE PLANET?
OH, YEAH, ALL THOSE MOTHERS WHO
DIE EVERY YEAR FROM BLACK LUNG
FROM INHALING ALL THAT COAL
DUST."
[laughter]
DUDE, WOMEN ARE JUST CONSTANTLY
PATTING THEMSELVES ON THE BACK
ABOUT HOW DIFFICULT THEIR LIVES
ARE, AND NO ONE CORRECTS THEM,
'CAUSE THEY WANT TO [bleep]
'EM.
[laughter and applause]
NO, THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
SO THERE'S JUST THIS TORNADO
OF, LIKE, MISINFORMATION.
"I HAVE THE MOST DIFFICULT JOB
ON THE PLANET."
WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER BE DOING,
EARTH, SHAKING HANDS WITH THE
DEVIL,
EVERY TIME THERE'S A RUMBLE IN
THE GROUND, YOU'RE WAITING FOR
THE WHOLE THING TO COLLAPSE DOWN
ON TOP OF YOU SO THEY CAN WRITE
THAT FOLK SONG ABOUT YOU, YOU
KNOW?
THE SUNSHINE RUNNING AROUND
WITH A COUPLE OF TODDLERS
THAT YOU CAN SEND TO BED
SORT OF TRUMPED-UP CHARGES,
RIGHT?
BECAUSE YOU WANT TO HAVE A DRINK
AND WATCH THE PRICE IS RIGHT.
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT.
"IT'S THE MOST DIFFICULT JOB ON
THE PLANET."
OH, YEAH?
I THOUGHT ROOFING IN THE MIDDLE
OF JULY AS A REDHEAD--I THOUGH THAT THAT WAS DIFFICULT,
OVER AT THE WAIST PUTTING DVDs
INTO DVD PLAYERS.
I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY DO IT.
I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY DO IT.
[laughter]
DUDE, ANY JOB THAT YOU CAN DO IN
YOUR PAJAMAS IS NOT A DIFFICUL JOB, ALL RIGHT?
GIVE ME A BREAK.
JESUS CHRIST, YOU'RE 35 YEARS
OLD PLAYING HIDE-AND-GO-SEEK.
YOU'RE LIVING THE DREAM.
NO TIME CARD, NO TAXES.
YOU'RE OFF THE [bleep] GRID.
[laughter]
I MEAN...
[laughter]
"IT'S THE MOST DIFFICULT JOB ON
THE PLANET."
OPRAH'S NOT EVEN A MOTHER.
HOW THE [bleep] WOULD SHE KNOW?
UNBELIEVABLE.
[cheers and applause]
[laughs]
BALANCES ITSELF OUT.
I'M HALFWAY THROUGH MY LIFE
AT THIS AGE, YOU KNOW, AND I'VE
BEEN AN ANGRY SON OF A B*TCH,
AROUND, MAN.
I'M EMBARRASSED WITH MY--I DON' WANT TO BE THAT GUY.
YOU DIE AS THE ANGRY GUY.
THAT'S THE WORST DUDE TO DIE AS,
BECAUSE THEN PEOPLE HAVE GOT TO
TRY TO THINK OF HAPPY [bleep] TO
SAY ABOUT YOU AT YOUR FUNERAL.
THEY'RE JUST SITTING THERE LIKE,
"HE, UH...
BILLS ON TIME, YOU KNOW.
YOU KNOW.
GOD DAMN IT, YOU GAVE THIS GUY
A BILL, HE PAID IT.
THIS GUY WAS A BILL-PAYING SON
OF A B*TCH, IRONED HIS SHIRTS.
I--I GOT NOTHING.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY
ABOUT THE GUY.
HE'S JUST..."
NO...
NO, I NOTICED--YOU KNOW WHEN I
KNEW I HAD AN ANGER PROBLEM
WAS WHEN--JUST, LIKE, LITTLE
RANDOM THINGS.
ANOTHER TIME.
ORDERING THE FOOD, AND THE GUY
BEHIND THE COUNTER ASKED ME IF I
WANTED A COOKIE, RIGHT?
AND ALL OF A SUDDEN, I JUST HAD
THIS UNBELIEVABLE URGE JUST TO
BLAST THIS GUY RIGHT IN THE
FACE.
[laughter]
I'M NOT TRYING TO BE PARANOID,
BUT MY BRAIN WAS JUST SITTING
THERE GOING LIKE, "DUDE, WHA KIND OF A MAN ASKS ANOTHER MAN
IF HE WANTS A COOKIE?
THIS GUY THINKS YOU'RE SOFT OR
SOMETHING."
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