Chris D'Elia: Man on Fire Page #5
- TV-MA
- Year:
- 2017
- 65 min
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They'll just say sh*t
that they think is interesting,
I was at a party once and this guy
looks me in the eyes and actually says this:
"Hey, do you know anything
about front lawns?
[audience laughing]
'Cause I was thinking
about redoing my front lawn, you know?
Might just redo the whole thing."
Ah.
"I'm gonna rip my dick off in the corner.
Yeah. No, it'll hurt,
but at least I'll have to deal
with something else immediately, right?
Hey, I'd love to sit and chat
about your f***ing lawn,
but... gotta deal
with this dick situation.
It's off." [chuckles]
[audience laughing]
I don't want to go to your party.
I don't want to pretend to want to go.
You know what? Here's something I definitely
don't want to pretend I want to have to do anymore.
I don't wanna pretend to wanna go
to your f***ing birthday party. No.
I don't care. What'd you turn, 28?
Bye. Do it by yourself. Don't care.
I'm Jehovah's Witness from now on.
For real. I'm not celebrating.
I don't---you know what
if you're 9, have a birthday party,
that's okay.
But if you're 10, get a job immediately.
That's what I think.
You gotta go to work just like the rest of us,
and you don't want to.
By the way that's the world I want to live in. That's...
Where 10-year-olds have to go to work.
I want to see them f***ing just like,
"Hey, guys. Sorry, I'm late for work."
Like... "I only got... Sorry, I only got
this many hours of sleep last night.
[audience laughing]
Hey, guys. First order of business.
[chuckles]
First order of business.
We need to get these products
to upper management, pronto.
Hello, Stacy,
can you please bring in my Capri Sun?
It's going to be a long one.
[audience laughing]
And can you put the straw in the back,
please? I never know how to do that.
Hey, guys. Before we get started...
where is the employee bathroom?
I got to go caca now."
If you're 9, have a birthday party.
That's your last one.
Okay? My buddy came up to me
this year and he goes like this.
First of all, he's 42, okay? Forty-two.
As in, almost dead.
Okay?
And he comes up to me and he goes
like this, "Hey, man. Guess what."
First of all, don't do "guess what" to me,
okay? I'm 36. It's not cute anymore.
What am I supposed to be like? Oh, ah!
"No, don't give me any hints.
I want to figure it out myself."
It could be anything.
If you do "guess what"
from now on, this is my guess every time: Purple?
That's what it is. If it's not purple,
f***ing tell me immediately.
Save time, we're both adults. Okay?
Guy goes like this,
"Uh, no, not purple. Um...
I'm turning 42 soon.
You going to come to my birthday party?"
In my heart I'm already like, "F***
this guy for even asking", all right?
But in my head, as I'm trying to mull
a polite way to decline the invitation,
I realize I'm already going like this
in the guy's face, "Nah."
Right in his face.
"Nah... " It felt good.
It felt like the real me was coming out.
It felt freeing like, "Nah."
It felt like I sang it, for real,
right in his...
[singing] No, I won't go
It felt like No:
The Musicalwas about to start.
I am not going
People in the back:
He won't go
He won't go
He won't go Oh Oh Oh
I'm not going
"Hey, Chris, you going to his party?"
"Nah.
Parties ain't for me no more."
[scatting]
Maybe in my 20s
Some girl in a spotlight alone just like,
I wish he'd come
[sighs]
Meet me somewhere ellllse
Meet... [chuckles]
Meet me somewhere else
I love when they hit the same note
twice at the end.
Meet me somewhere...
[chuckles]
Else
That's such a "f*** you," you know?
It really is.
You want that extra high note.
But some motherfuckers
don't give that sh*t to you.
You know what you want.
Meet me somewhere el...
That's what you want, right?
But some dudes are like,
Meet me somewhere el...
And they're like,
"F*** you. You don't get that last note."
The balls you've gotta do to do that sh*t.
[laughing]
I don't wanna go to your party, dude.
The f***? Birthday party? Come on.
I gotta get you a gift? Why?
What happened? What? Nothing.
You just waited. That's all that happened.
You didn't die. And I gotta, like,
buy you a VCR or some sh*t?
That's what I get everybody every year
from now on.
You're getting a f***ing VCR
if you invite me.
"Yeah, did you want that, motherf***er?
I bet you did at one point."
Ah, man. F*** it. That's another thing
I don't wanna pretend to have to do, is...
Is like the gift that you got me
on my birthday. Right?
If you came to my party
and you gave me a gift that I didn't like,
know me better, friend.
That's your own fault, right?
'Cause that's all about the other person.
You gotta make sure they feel okay
about the gift they got, right?
You gotta open it up like, "What? No way.
How did you know
even though I never said it out loud,
even when I was alone?
And also, I don't."
[audience laughing]
I thought about this no-gift thing 'cause here's
what happened when I turned 35, okay?
My buddy bought me the gayest gift
you could buy another heterosexual male.
You know what he bought me?
He bought me pants. Yeah.
[audience laughing]
Think about this.
How can you be a grown man
and buy another grown man pants
without seeming like
you suck all the d*cks, okay?
Here's the gay part.
They fit fantastic.
[audience laughing]
I don't even know how he knew my size.
I don't even know my own size.
I always have to try pants on.
This dude literally eyeballed my hips.
He was like, "Looks like a 33.",
and he f***ing nailed it, okay?
That's gay.
It's gay.
And by the way, that's what I mean.
I mean, it's gay.
I mean, iit's gay, all right?
I am saying it twice 'cause I want to clarify.
I want you guys to know that I mean it,
okay?
'Cause nowadays, people get real sensitive
when you use that term.
Right? They'll be like,
"You know what? That's actually not cool
to use that word in a derogatory manner."
Yeah, I 100 percent agree with you.
I don't mean it in a derogatory way.
I mean, it's gay like f***ing a guy, okay?
[audience laughing]
Buying your friends pants that fit
is gay like f***ing a guy,
and that's okay.
F*** guys all day long, yippee!
But it's gay like that, okay?
It's so gay, I think.
[audience cheering]
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