Bo Burnham: Make Happy Page #6
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2016
- 60 min
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but I have problems. And maybe a crowd in New York
would be nice enough to indulge me. So as we get to the end
of a night of theater... and comedy
and sweaters coming on and off, I got one question for you... And that question is... [with auto-tune]
Can I say my sh*t, New York? Can I say my sh*t? I got lots of sh*t to say I got lots of sh*t to say [vocalizing] [audience cheering] I can't fit my hand
Inside a Pringle can I have a huge amount of trouble
Fitting my hand inside of a Pringle can I can get my hand
Like four inches into the can But then I have to tilt the can
Into my mouth But by that point a bunch of crumbs have
Accumulated at the bottom of the can So they all go
Spilling onto my face What I'm trying to say
Is the diameter of Pringle cans Is way too small I'll say it again The diameter of Pringle cans
Is way too small Two radiuses of a Pringle can
Is way too small If you feel me
Put your hands up Come on If you feel me
Put your hands up [audience cheering] Look at all these hands
That are way too big To fit inside a Pringle can Your hands are too big
To fit inside of Pringle cans Your hands are too big
To fit inside a Pringle can You think you can I know you can't
You think you can Pringles, listen to the people I'm sure 90%
Of the complaint letters you get Are about the width of your cans Just... make 'em wider. [audience laughing] I've overdone the Pringles thing.
Sorry. I wanna have a daughter Wanna have a daughter So I can finally have
Someone around the house Who can fit their hands
In a Pringle can Yes, I'm still
On the Pringle cans thing Yeah.
I'll... I'll move on, all right? But that is priority numero uno I don't go to the gym 'Cause I'm self-conscious
About my body [echoing] ...body... But I'm self-conscious
About my body 'Cause I don't go to the gym Irony can be so painful That's a catch-22 [vocalizing] Let's do this I went to Chipotle Went to Chipotle Got myself a chicken burrito -[trills]
-[audience laughs] I went down the line
I got, like, all these ingredients And then at the end of the line
The guy tried to wrap the burrito But half of the sh*t
Inside the burrito spilled out He still wrapped it I was, like
"Dude, you should have warned me You're a burrito expert You should have told me
Halfway through 'Hey, man, you might be reaching
Maximum burrito capacity here' Do you think I want a messy burrito? No one wants a messy burrito" The whole appeal of a burrito
Is that all of the ingredients Are contained
Within the confines of the tortilla I wouldn't have gotten half this sh*t If I knew it wasn't gonna fit
In the burrito, all right? Look... I wouldn't have got the lettuce
If I knew it wouldn't fit Wouldn't have got the cheese
If I knew it wouldn't fit Wouldn't have got the peppers
If I knew they wouldn't fit I wouldn't have got
Half of it Like, I'm okay with small mistakes If you got no more chicken
I'll take pork But I'll blow my dad
Before I eat a burrito with a fork I wouldn't have got the lettuce
If I knew it wouldn't fit Wouldn't have got the cheese
If I knew it wouldn't fit Wouldn't have got the peppers
If I knew they wouldn't fit Man, I wouldn't have got
Half of it, like Half of it, like
Half of it, like Half of it, like
Half of it Right now, I think it's time I think it's time
That we break it down [audience cheering and applauding] [vocalizing] -[babbles]
-[audience laughing] I can sit here and pretend Like my biggest problems
Are Pringle cans [sighs] And burritos The truth is
My biggest problem's you I wanna please you But I wanna stay true to myself I wanna give you the night out
That you deserve But I wanna sing what I think And not care
What you think about it A part of me loves you A part of me hates you A part of me needs you A part of me fears you And I don't think
That I can handle this right now Handle this right now I don't think
That I can handle this right now I don't think
That I can handle this right now I don't think
That I can handle this right I don't think
That I can handle this right Look at them
They're just staring at me Like, "Come and watch
The skinny kid With a steadily declining
Mental health" And laugh as he attempts to give you
What he cannot give himself I don't think
That I can handle this right I don't think
That I can handle this right But they don't even know
The half of this right But they don't even know
The half of it But I know I'm not a doctor I'm a p*ssy
I put on a silly show I should probably just shut up And do my job
So here I go I wouldn't have got the lettuce
If I knew it wouldn't fit Wouldn't have got the cheese
If I knew it wouldn't fit Wouldn't have got the peppers
If I knew they wouldn't fit I wouldn't have got half You can tell them anything If you just make it funny
Make it rhyme And if they still don't understand you Then you'll run it one more time I don't think
That I can handle this right Oh! Handle this right Oh! Handle this right But you don't even know
The half of this right now Right now Ha! Now Handle this right
Handle this right Handle this right now Thank you. Good night.
I hope you're happy. -[audience cheering and applauding]
-[microphone thuds] [cheering stops] Oh, good, it's just us. [playing piano] Now the show is done I hope that you had gut trembling
Or something resembling fun And if you watch this thing alone You probably didn't laugh But maybe a few times
You exhaled out of your nose [exhales] But if you hated it, that's fair But either way Could you find a little more time
For a parting questionnaire? On a scale from one to zero Are you happy? 'Cause you're on your own from here So, are you happy? I'm open to suggestions Are you happy? But what the f*** kind of question is
"Am I happy?" I really wanna try to get happy
And I think that I could get it If I didn't always panic
Every time I'm unhappy in life I'm owed some life
Where I'm always, like, happy Which is stupid 'cause
I wouldn't even want it if I got it Wait, oh, God, my dad was right So if you know
Or ever knew how To be happy On a scale from one to two now Are you happy? You're everything you hated Are you happy? Hey, look, Ma
I made it Are you happy? [instrumental music playing]
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