Comedy Central: Roast of Justin Bieber Page #8
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- 2015
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And now the man of the hour.
Justin Bieber,
you dainty wigger, you.
Justin Bieber.
They say that you roast
the ones you love, but I don't
like you at all, man.
I'm just here 'cause this is
a real good opportunity for me.
Justin, oh, you gotta
give it up for Justin.
He started from the bottom,
and he's still a bottom.
I don't like your music, man.
I'm not a big fan of it.
I listened to some of it.
I'm not a fan.
I don't like your music.
I think it's bad.
I think it's bad, man.
I don't like it.
I hate your music, man.
I hate your music more than
Bill Cosby hates my comedy.
Yo, Justin, man.
Well, this has been cool,
and despite
you seem like
a sharp businessman,
and, uh...
this is real cool
that you did this
and let all these strangers
sh*t on you
in front of all these
people,
and I actually like
that song Confident.
That's a good song.
I like that song.
So thanks for letting me do it,
and congratulations, man.
All right, later, y'all.
Hannibal just killed me.
(announcer)
Up next,...
Ahh!
Catch me, Kevin!
(announcer)
Justin Bieber gets revenge...
Let's do this.
- Everybody in here?
- I'm not in it.
[techno music]
All right.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I would give an introduction,
but I don't need to.
Ron Burgundy.
[cheers and applause]
Listen, people.
Listen, listen.
I don't have a lot of time,
all right?
I don't have a lot of time.
I'm currently over at
stage 24
hosting Spike TV's
"Your Mother's a Fat B*tch"
awards show.
Some real clever writing,
great energy over there.
Boy, have we got a great gang of
talented comics here tonight.
We've got Tom Dreesen,
Willie Tyler, and Lester.
I didn't realize Lester
was a live human being.
Gary Mule Deer,
Fannie Flagg,
top notch.
Star-studded evening.
Listen, I'm just gonna cut
to the chase.
Justin Biber--Justin Bieber,
you've been taking it
on the chin tonight.
You really have.
In fact, absolutely abused,
and I'm just here
to say one thing.
You people don't know what
the hell you're talking about.
As far as I'm concerned,
this guy is doing it right.
Here's a couple things I know.
September 1st, 2014, Bieber
arrested for a collision with
a minivan in his hometown
of Stratford, Ontario, Canada,
and then beat up
the occupant of the minivan.
Nice work!
October 18th, 2010,
Bieber accused of assaulting
a 12-year-old
at a laser tag arena.
Kaboom!
I only wish the kid was
a nine-year-old.
March 28th, 2013,
Bieber flies into Munich
with his pet monkey, Mally,
doesn't have the proper
paperwork,
so he leaves it at a zoo
in Germany.
It's a monkey.
It's named Mally.
Don't think twice--
March 4th, 2013, two hours late
to a concert in Dubai
because he refused to stop
playing a video game.
Say what?
Hocked a loogie
at his neighbor
after the guy complained that
Bieber was driving 100 mph
in his gated community
neighborhood.
Eat that, b*tch!
July 10th, 2013, Bieber pees
in a restaurant mop bucket.
As he runs off, he sprays
a photograph of Bill Clinton
with a bottle of blue liquid
and yells,
"F*** Bill Clinton!"
There's not a person in
this room who hasn't done that,
you hypocritical a**holes.
This kid has spunk,
moxie,
and probably
a few other STDs, okay?
I've always encouraged people
to stay classy,
and what's more classy
than hanging out
with Floyd Mayweather?
Would I love to see Biebs
spending time
with Oscar Pistorius?
Of course I would,
but that day will come.
People refer to
Mr. Bieber as a kid or a boy,
but here's a newsflash, gang.
He's a man,
a full-grown man
who works and loves
and makes things
with his hands,
a man who sings songs
for nine-year-olds
and cuts his hair
like a gay figure skater.
This guy just continues
to impress.
Is there anything
he can't do?
In fact,
and took a big, creamy sh*t
in the green room
because I thought to myself,
"That's how the Biebs
would do it.
Again and again
and again."
If anything,
Justin Bieber,
not only do you need
to continue to live your life
with the same
reckless abandon,
I suggest you
turn up the heat.
Oh, and one last thing,
if you're watching
from your monkey cage
in Germany...
Go to bed, Mally.
Good night.
[pop music]
(announcer)
Up next:
Justin Bieber.There he is!
Justin Bieber.
That's the guy
you want.
Wow.
You know what?
Right now it's finally time
to bring up
the boy of the hour.
You, Justin Bieber,
it's time, man.
Here's what I want to say.
At 21, he's already the most
famous living celebrity
in the world.
It's true.
He has over 60 million followers
on Twitter.
He's at 40 million on Grindr.
It's true.
It's true.
It's weird, but it's true.
They love you, Justin.
He's a platinum-selling
recording artist, okay?
Justin Bieber has
the voice of an angel,
and he has the haircut and
tattoos of a lesbian butcher.
This sh*t is bad.
It's bad.
I don't like it, but I love him,
so I can't tell him.
You guys do it.
Write a letter.
It's f***ed up.
It's f***ed up, man.
Him and Snoop are in
the same position.
Nobody wants to say anything.
Look at Snoop's look.
It's like a teenage boy
in high school, but he grew up,
but he didn't graduate,
but he's in college.
What the f***
are you doing?
Why does Snoop have on Chucks?
It makes me so mad.
I hate it.
I hate it.
What the f***
are you doing?
Let it go.
Your kids are in college.
What 70-year-old n*gger
is doing this?
I hate it.
Justin, that's where
you're headed.
It's right in front
of your face.
Look at old success.
Shaq has on a tie
with glitter,
and what the f***
are you doing?
Like, I don't even know
what it is.
- Diamonds.
- Shaq, it's not diamonds.
It's graffiti.
You're stupid.
I hate it.
I hate my people, man.
I really do.
You know, I would say something
about you, Jeff,
but this is all you got.
I don't want to f*** this
up for you.
Every year you're back here.
This is it.
You're you, okay?
That's what you say to people
that you know not gonna make it.
You're you.
Right now, you know what?
It's about the guy
that we came to roast tonight,
and I can be honored to say
I'm a f***ing fan.
Not only am I a fan,
I'm a friend.
I'm glad to be here tonight,
Justin, and I think
everybody else up here tonight
can say the same thing.
With that being said,
please make some noise
and welcome Justin Bieber,
ladies and gentlemen.
- I need somebody to love
Do-do-do
Oh, I don't need too much
Just somebody to love
Somebody to love
I don't need nothing else
I promise, girl, I swear
I just need somebody to love
Damn, you guys were brutal.
Goodness gracious.
This was supposed to be
a birthday present.
When I tell people what I got
for my 21st birthday,
I get to tell them
that I got my dick kicked in.
I know I've been
driving recklessly,
getting arrested,
smoking weed,
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