Louie (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 2 - A La Carte - full transcript
An urgent matter cuts Louie's grocery trip short. Louie gives some frank advice to a struggling amateur during Open Mic Night. Pamela and Louie try to set the parameters of their relationship.
Eww, no! No.
No, no.
Dad, we hate those.
Yeah, that's why I get them,
because then they last longer.
If I get the ones you like,
they'll be gone in a day.
That's really depressing.
I know, my mom did
the same thing.
Sorry.
(sighing)
You okay, Daddy?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Do you have to poop right now?
Dad, just go in the store.
They'll let you.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, I'll make it, it's okay.
Daddy can't poop in public.
(cashier) Do you know
the price of this?
It doesn't have a price tag.
It's okay, we don't need it,
don't need it, don't need it.
No, I love those.
It'll only take a second
to check the price.
No, please don't,
please just, let's--
Daddy!
Just get candy, get candy.
Cool.
Hey!
You get candy,
get some candy, I don't care.
Okay, that's enough, please,
that's enough.
We-- That's--
Stop there, okay?
You don't want any of this?
Just take this shit, this...
Thank you very much,
thank you very much.
Sorry, I love you. Bye. Let's go, let's go.
But...I...
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Please, please.
Please hurry.
(exhaling sharply, groaning)
Come on.
Let's go.
Lookin' nervous.
(girls giggling)
Are you-- are you okay?
Are you okay, Daddy?
Okay, okay.
I'm gonna make it,
I'm gonna make it,
I'm gonna make it.
Yeah? Okay.
(grunting)
(breathing heavy)
Daddy, please, just run.
I can't run,
it'll make it worse.
Dad!
Oh!
Come on!
(groaning)
Dad, oh, my God,
go in this deli.
No, no, no...
Hurry up, come on, Daddy!
Yes, go in the deli.
Okay, okay, okay.
Go! Just go in, okay?
All right.
Hurry up, go!
Oh!
(groaning)
Better than a tree, right?
Come on.
(groaning)
Okay.
Sir...
can I please use your bathroom?
No, no, no bathroom.
I'll buy some--
I'll pay you $20.
No, there's no bathroom.
Where do you go?
Sir, please.
Please!
My dad has to go
really, really bad.
It's poo-poo!
No!
Please, you don't understand.
Please, listen,
it's an emergency!
It's an emergency!
No.
You don't understand.
No poo-poo here!
You're mean!
You are a mean man!
Okay, okay, okay.
No.
You're a little white bitch.
Come on.
All right.
(groaning)
Come on, be strong.
You can do it!
Don't look back, come on.
I--
Come on, you can make it, let's go.
(groaning)
It's just poo-poo.
Come on, Dad.
(groaning)
Come on!
Go!
You can do it, Daddy,
you can do it.
(groaning)
You can do it.
Police, police!
What's the problem?
Help my daddy!
He has to take a huge poo
and no one will help him.
I can't help you.
Jane!
Keep going, Daddy.
Come on, Daddy,
it's only two more blocks!
(groaning, grunting)
What are you--
what are you doing?
(Jane) Come on!
I'm not gonna make it.
(Lilly) What?
I know I'm not gonna make it
and I'm in a lot of pain.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Daddy!
Oh, yeah.
Daddy! No, Daddy!
Jane, come on.
Just go, just go.
No, Daddy!
Jane, be strong.
Go down the block!
Daddy!
Jane, be strong!
Just get away from me.
Daddy!
Jane, let him go!
Daddy, no!
Just go way, way--
Don't look at me!
Don't look at me!
We have to be strong!
Daddy!
Jane, come on!
I love you!
Daddy!
Let him go, let him go.
No!
Let him go.
It's gonna be okay, Jane, okay?
It's gonna be okay.
You have to be strong.
(Louie) All right,
thanks a lot, you guys.
You're very nice.
(cheering and applause)
Good job.
Let's hear it
for Louie C.K.
(cheering and applause)
Wow, that-- I was in
the American Car Awards.
(audience chuckling)
And, uh, it was good.
I'm supposed to, uh--
Thanks for coming.
(man) Louie, Louie.
Hey, Matchy, what's up?
Hey, buddy, can you
help me out with something?
What do you need?
Look, I got an open mic.
It's supposed to start right now.
Yeah?
Ralphie was gonna host it.
He's a-- he's a no-show.
Can you--
can you host it for me?
No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, come on, it's easy.
What's the problem?
You-- you do ten minutes,
you run the lottery,
you give everybody
five minutes each,
and then you, eh, you go home.
(sighing) I can't do it.
I gotta go,
I got somewhere to go.
Where you gotta go?
I gotta go somewhere.
(sighing) All right, I'll--
I'll give you 500 bucks.
400 bucks!
You just said 500.
Yeah, that was before.
Before? It was barely--
It was almost after.
Come on.
500 bucks.
I'll do it, but you
give me 500 bucks.
All right, fine, 500.
(handling bills)
All right, 400.
(distant laughter)
Really, why?
You ruined the 500 for me.
Just give me 400, it's okay.
All right, here.
Thanks.
Here.
Great, okay.
Don't-- don't put
two girls on in a row.
You guys are here
for the, uh, open mic?
All right.
Okay, here's how
it's gonna work.
We're doing a lottery.
(all groaning)
That's what we're doing.
I wish there was a camera
on the inside of my head
and the inside
of all of your heads,
and we could project it
onto the wall...
over each other,
and then we wouldn't have to
do anything.
(laughter)
Have a good night.
Thanks for coming.
(cheering and applause)
Lisa Swanson.
Okay.
Dorothy Shammel.
(woman) You're not supposed
to put two women on in a row.
(sighing)
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Comic Strip.
Tonight is open mic night
with your host,
Louie C.K.!
(light applause)
Hey!
(applause)
All right!
Thank you very much.
Welcome!
Thank you for being here
for open mic night, everybody.
Uh, I-- I don't know--
how many of you--
I'm not even gonna ask.
Open mic night
is where we--
It's a--
Anybody can get on stage.
Doesn't that sound great?
Um...
These are new comedians.
They're doing
about five minutes each.
These are people
who, uh--
Some of them have never
done it before.
Uh, and that's it.
We're gonna--
And we're gonna have fun.
It's fun, right?
You gonna support
these... people?
These-- Okay...
(light applause)
Thank you for that.
So, let's start our show
with our first
terrified young fellow.
Please welcome
Mr. Mike Bocchetti.
Give him a hand, please.
(light applause)
Let's hear it
for Mike Bocchetti.
Thank you, Louie.
Yeah, good luck, man.
Hi, guys.
How are you?
Most of the women I have sex
with are all the same.
They're plastic.
Uh, excuse me?
Yeah?
Hi, I'm Bart Folding,
I'm up next.
Bart, right.
Okay.
What's wrong?
Could you watch me?
What?
Could you watch me
and then give me a critique?
Oh, dude, I don't--
Please.
I don't know.
It would--
it would mean a lot.
(laughing awkwardly)
You-- you don't--
you don't--
(Mike) I gotta go, guys. You
were amazing, thank you.
Oh!
Sorry.
(light applause)
Mike Bocchetti!
Give him a hand.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome a fella
who I-- I gather
he's new at this,
so give him a little help,
make him feel good, please.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Bart Folding!
Give him a hand!
Bart Folding!
(light applause)
I'd-- I'd like to tell you
about my childhood...
Even though it was very painful.
I used to urinate in my bed.
And my mother would beat me
for urinating in my bed...
and then, so, from then on,
I would urinate it--
in it more.
I don't think
my mother... loved me.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Hi.
Hey.
Bart.
Yeah.
Can you, uh, give me
your critique?
Oh... uh...
You said you would.
Well...
All right, come on.
Come on.
So...
(sighing)
I don't know-- I don't know
what to tell you, Bart.
I'm not funny?
Well, it--
it's tough, but...
No, you're not.
You're not funny.
I mean, not--
not on stage, anyway.
Okay, okay. (stammering)
What do I change?
Is it--
is it my jokes or--
Jokes? See, I--
That's the thing, I don't--
I don't really know that
those were really jokes.
Like, when
you talked about--
about wetting the bed on stage,
did you think
that would be funny?
Well, in comedy,
you're supposed to tell
the truth, right?
You know, just be,
like, honest about stuff.
Yeah, but...
You gotta--
But it has to be f--
It has to-- You have to
start with what's--
What makes you laugh.
What makes me laugh?
Yeah, you, what makes you laugh.
That's where you start.
When you think about
what to talk about
on stage, you start there.
What is--
what's funny to you?
Buster Keaton, Lucille Ball.
Okay...
Okay, listen...
you can't do this.
The Comedy.
You can't do it, Bart.
I'm sorry, and I--
You're a nice kid
and I appreciate that
you're so earnest,
I really do, but--
And I would never-- I would
never normally say this,
because it's not my right.
But I like you, so I gotta...
I have to tell you.
You're not gonna be a comedian.
I mean it, never.
And...
you gotta get out.
You gotta save yourself
some pain.
I can't quit.
Never.
I-- I'll die first.
I love comedy.
Oh, shit.
Is there anything
you can tell me
that'll make me better?
Anything?
(Louie sighing)
Talk in a funny voice, maybe.
A funny voice?
Yeah, you know,
like a squeaky...
funny, high voice or something.
Listen, I gotta go.
Uh, good luck, really.
And, uh...
Okay, Bart.
Good, uh...
good, uh...
good-- good stuff.
(softly) Yeah.
Dude...
I'll go see the arty
movie thing with you,
but I just suspect that
it's gonna be boring.
Well, there's no point in going
if you're gonna be
like that about it.
Okay.
Okay, how about this?
(child's voice) Gee, Mister!
Can we go, please,
see the French
black and white movie
about divorce, can we?
Huh?
That'd be swell!
All right, forget it.
Let's just not go.
(laughing) Oh, my God!
Okay, how about instead of
being a little baby,
you be a big, fat man
and you convince me
we should go.
Stand up for your stupid ideas.
Make a case.
Okay, well, I didn't
go to college.
And so I'm educating myself,
and it's an ongoing--
it's an ongoing thing
in my life.
Why didn't you go to college?
I was a bad student.
Really?
Yeah, I hated school.
Like, I remember
this one time...
when I was in the third grade.
I wanted to learn--
I don't want to hear this.
Please.
It sounds long.
But...
I was gonna--
All right, you've had enough.
Let's go see your smarty-faced
French movie thing.
♪
_
_
Oh, this doesn't suck
at all, does it?
Okay, let's go.
No, stupid.
What?
Let's make the most of it.
What are you--
what are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm not doing anything.
You are.
What?
(unzipping)
You're gonna do
a Pee-wee Herman in here.
What-- what?
Okay, get started.
Go ahead.
(whistling)
I'm not doing that in here.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.
You are.
I'm what?
You're gonna do it.
I'm gonna do what?
Say it.
Tell me what you want me to do
and I'll do exactly that,
but you have to say it.
Suck my... dick.
Oh, my God!
(both laughing)
Jesus!
Come on, put your dick away.
Let's go eat, 'cause
we're not "this" anymore.
This is not--
No.
(zipping)
I love this place.
I love, like, old,
Italian-y places.
If you, uh, go in the bathroom,
there's a gun behind the toilet.
(opera playing in background)
Do you wanna have
a sleepover tonight?
Yeah, I really do.
Your place or mine?
What?
What did your face do now?
Well...
(clearing throat)
What if they're the same place?
Oh, hi.
Uh, can we get
some more of that oil
with the red pepper
in it, please?
Certo, signora.
Thank you!
Don't you love this place?
Mm.
It's so good.
Have you ever been to Paolo's
in the East Village?
That's hardcore,
but this is really good.
(flatly) Yeah, I have.
Do you remember
how much fun it was,
like, a few seconds ago...
and now that you said that,
it's all tight
in the chest and scary?
So are you glad
that you said that now,
about moving in together?
Okay, so what,
are we supposed to
never say anything scary?
Yes, exactly.
Why?
Because scary is fun-ruining,
and I like fun.
Do you like fun?
No, I don't. I don't like fun.
Well, I think you're a liar,
because you like me
and I'm fun.
So what, I'm not fun?
No!
Not at all.
That is why I have to
make fun of you,
because you are not fun.
That's my job, to make you fun
by making fun of you.
Do you see?
Okay...
Louie.
But--
Remember, when we used
to be friends,
before we were this
whatever-y couple, sex thing?
Okay, so now we're this...
and because I'm smart,
this is fun.
(tapping on table)
But believe me,
Louie, this is it.
This is the best.
Dude, think about it.
You were married,
you got divorced.
I had a kid with a guy,
it was awful.
Didn't we learn anything?
Well, what did you learn?
There's more than
one way to be together.
Do all roads have to
lead to ruin?
Ruin?
Yes, ruin.
Friends, sex, love, marriage,
divorce, ruin, okay?
How about another road?
Friends, sex, love,
Italian food...
have your own places,
schtoop another person,
friends, not to have to.
I mean to choose to,
to always make a new choice
to be together.
Are you fucking
somebody else?
That's what he hears.
Louie!
What?
How many couples
who were married,
that you know,
had an awful divorce?
Most.
Okay.
And so, how many
of those couples,
if they hadn't married,
would still be together,
or at least still be friends?
(sighing) See, now I'm scared.
Why?
Because, you're gonna
find somebody else
and I'm gonna lose you.
But, stupid, you don't have me.
We're just closer
than we were before.
I'm not yours
and you're not mine.
But, guess what?
I love you, right now.
And tonight, we're gonna
have a sleepover.
And then, tomorrow,
we're gonna be in our own places
and use our own showers and play
with all our own things.
And then what?
I don't know.
But I do know
that if we move in together,
nobody is gonna love
anybody anymore, guaranteed.
You know this.
Don't you know this?
(sighing)
Yeah, I do and...
(sighing)
I don't know why I'm on
this side of the argument.
I guess I just--
I just feel insecure.
So?
That's all right.
What's wrong with that?
Well, so what do you want to do?
I want to keep being two people
who have a good time together
and do dirty stuff sometimes.
I mean, does it
have to be all in?
All inclusive?
Can't we just be, like...
à la carte?
À la carte?
Don't you want
to stick your dick
in a bunch of ladies'
strange holes?
Jesus Christ.
Don't you?
Well, do you want to--
Yes!
Wow.
Look at that lady over there.
Which one?
(laughing) What do you--
what do you mean which one?
Look at her.
Look at the meatballs
under her neck.
I mean, don't you want
to go over there
and lick 'em and schmaltz
all over them
and just be like...
(sputtering)
(kissing sounds)
"Oh, I love you
best, lefty."
(kissing sounds) Mmm.
(woman singing opera)
See, I don't have tits
like that,
so when you want tits
like that, you go elsewhere.
À la carte.
This is genius.
(sighing) Look...
you're about two years away
from a sharp decline
in your looks
and bone-ability.
And, me too.
Not as much as you,
though, so...
I mean, let's not waste what
we got left on each other.
Alright, à la carte then...
Okay.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm just trying
to think of...
what jokes I'm gonna do tonight.
(Louie) I've been doing
comedy for a long time.
I travel around the country.
I do comedy in other cities.
I was in North Carolina
once and, uh...
(woman) Yeah, man!
I don't remember what town.
It was like, you know...
(speaking gibberish),
North Carolina,
or something like that.
(laughter)
(speaking gibberish)
(laughter)
North Carolina!
Woo!
(speaking gibberish)
(laughter)
That's in South Carolina,
actually.
(laughter)
♪
(Jimmy Fallon, on TV) My next
guest is a young comedian
who has made a huge splash in
the scene just in the last week.
Everybody's talking about
this guy.
Please welcome Bart Folding,
ladies and gentlemen!
(cheering and applause)
(fanfare playing)
(squeaky voice)
I used to urinate in my bed.
(laughter)
My mother would beat me
for urinating in my bed.
(laughter)
Then I urinated in it more!
(laughter)
(cheering and applause)
No, no.
Dad, we hate those.
Yeah, that's why I get them,
because then they last longer.
If I get the ones you like,
they'll be gone in a day.
That's really depressing.
I know, my mom did
the same thing.
Sorry.
(sighing)
You okay, Daddy?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Do you have to poop right now?
Dad, just go in the store.
They'll let you.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, I'll make it, it's okay.
Daddy can't poop in public.
(cashier) Do you know
the price of this?
It doesn't have a price tag.
It's okay, we don't need it,
don't need it, don't need it.
No, I love those.
It'll only take a second
to check the price.
No, please don't,
please just, let's--
Daddy!
Just get candy, get candy.
Cool.
Hey!
You get candy,
get some candy, I don't care.
Okay, that's enough, please,
that's enough.
We-- That's--
Stop there, okay?
You don't want any of this?
Just take this shit, this...
Thank you very much,
thank you very much.
Sorry, I love you. Bye. Let's go, let's go.
But...I...
Come on, come on,
come on, come on.
Please, please.
Please hurry.
(exhaling sharply, groaning)
Come on.
Let's go.
Lookin' nervous.
(girls giggling)
Are you-- are you okay?
Are you okay, Daddy?
Okay, okay.
I'm gonna make it,
I'm gonna make it,
I'm gonna make it.
Yeah? Okay.
(grunting)
(breathing heavy)
Daddy, please, just run.
I can't run,
it'll make it worse.
Dad!
Oh!
Come on!
(groaning)
Dad, oh, my God,
go in this deli.
No, no, no...
Hurry up, come on, Daddy!
Yes, go in the deli.
Okay, okay, okay.
Go! Just go in, okay?
All right.
Hurry up, go!
Oh!
(groaning)
Better than a tree, right?
Come on.
(groaning)
Okay.
Sir...
can I please use your bathroom?
No, no, no bathroom.
I'll buy some--
I'll pay you $20.
No, there's no bathroom.
Where do you go?
Sir, please.
Please!
My dad has to go
really, really bad.
It's poo-poo!
No!
Please, you don't understand.
Please, listen,
it's an emergency!
It's an emergency!
No.
You don't understand.
No poo-poo here!
You're mean!
You are a mean man!
Okay, okay, okay.
No.
You're a little white bitch.
Come on.
All right.
(groaning)
Come on, be strong.
You can do it!
Don't look back, come on.
I--
Come on, you can make it, let's go.
(groaning)
It's just poo-poo.
Come on, Dad.
(groaning)
Come on!
Go!
You can do it, Daddy,
you can do it.
(groaning)
You can do it.
Police, police!
What's the problem?
Help my daddy!
He has to take a huge poo
and no one will help him.
I can't help you.
Jane!
Keep going, Daddy.
Come on, Daddy,
it's only two more blocks!
(groaning, grunting)
What are you--
what are you doing?
(Jane) Come on!
I'm not gonna make it.
(Lilly) What?
I know I'm not gonna make it
and I'm in a lot of pain.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Daddy!
Oh, yeah.
Daddy! No, Daddy!
Jane, come on.
Just go, just go.
No, Daddy!
Jane, be strong.
Go down the block!
Daddy!
Jane, be strong!
Just get away from me.
Daddy!
Jane, let him go!
Daddy, no!
Just go way, way--
Don't look at me!
Don't look at me!
We have to be strong!
Daddy!
Jane, come on!
I love you!
Daddy!
Let him go, let him go.
No!
Let him go.
It's gonna be okay, Jane, okay?
It's gonna be okay.
You have to be strong.
(Louie) All right,
thanks a lot, you guys.
You're very nice.
(cheering and applause)
Good job.
Let's hear it
for Louie C.K.
(cheering and applause)
Wow, that-- I was in
the American Car Awards.
(audience chuckling)
And, uh, it was good.
I'm supposed to, uh--
Thanks for coming.
(man) Louie, Louie.
Hey, Matchy, what's up?
Hey, buddy, can you
help me out with something?
What do you need?
Look, I got an open mic.
It's supposed to start right now.
Yeah?
Ralphie was gonna host it.
He's a-- he's a no-show.
Can you--
can you host it for me?
No, no, no, no, no.
Come on, come on, it's easy.
What's the problem?
You-- you do ten minutes,
you run the lottery,
you give everybody
five minutes each,
and then you, eh, you go home.
(sighing) I can't do it.
I gotta go,
I got somewhere to go.
Where you gotta go?
I gotta go somewhere.
(sighing) All right, I'll--
I'll give you 500 bucks.
400 bucks!
You just said 500.
Yeah, that was before.
Before? It was barely--
It was almost after.
Come on.
500 bucks.
I'll do it, but you
give me 500 bucks.
All right, fine, 500.
(handling bills)
All right, 400.
(distant laughter)
Really, why?
You ruined the 500 for me.
Just give me 400, it's okay.
All right, here.
Thanks.
Here.
Great, okay.
Don't-- don't put
two girls on in a row.
You guys are here
for the, uh, open mic?
All right.
Okay, here's how
it's gonna work.
We're doing a lottery.
(all groaning)
That's what we're doing.
I wish there was a camera
on the inside of my head
and the inside
of all of your heads,
and we could project it
onto the wall...
over each other,
and then we wouldn't have to
do anything.
(laughter)
Have a good night.
Thanks for coming.
(cheering and applause)
Lisa Swanson.
Okay.
Dorothy Shammel.
(woman) You're not supposed
to put two women on in a row.
(sighing)
Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Comic Strip.
Tonight is open mic night
with your host,
Louie C.K.!
(light applause)
Hey!
(applause)
All right!
Thank you very much.
Welcome!
Thank you for being here
for open mic night, everybody.
Uh, I-- I don't know--
how many of you--
I'm not even gonna ask.
Open mic night
is where we--
It's a--
Anybody can get on stage.
Doesn't that sound great?
Um...
These are new comedians.
They're doing
about five minutes each.
These are people
who, uh--
Some of them have never
done it before.
Uh, and that's it.
We're gonna--
And we're gonna have fun.
It's fun, right?
You gonna support
these... people?
These-- Okay...
(light applause)
Thank you for that.
So, let's start our show
with our first
terrified young fellow.
Please welcome
Mr. Mike Bocchetti.
Give him a hand, please.
(light applause)
Let's hear it
for Mike Bocchetti.
Thank you, Louie.
Yeah, good luck, man.
Hi, guys.
How are you?
Most of the women I have sex
with are all the same.
They're plastic.
Uh, excuse me?
Yeah?
Hi, I'm Bart Folding,
I'm up next.
Bart, right.
Okay.
What's wrong?
Could you watch me?
What?
Could you watch me
and then give me a critique?
Oh, dude, I don't--
Please.
I don't know.
It would--
it would mean a lot.
(laughing awkwardly)
You-- you don't--
you don't--
(Mike) I gotta go, guys. You
were amazing, thank you.
Oh!
Sorry.
(light applause)
Mike Bocchetti!
Give him a hand.
Okay, ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome a fella
who I-- I gather
he's new at this,
so give him a little help,
make him feel good, please.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. Bart Folding!
Give him a hand!
Bart Folding!
(light applause)
I'd-- I'd like to tell you
about my childhood...
Even though it was very painful.
I used to urinate in my bed.
And my mother would beat me
for urinating in my bed...
and then, so, from then on,
I would urinate it--
in it more.
I don't think
my mother... loved me.
Hey.
Excuse me.
Hi.
Hey.
Bart.
Yeah.
Can you, uh, give me
your critique?
Oh... uh...
You said you would.
Well...
All right, come on.
Come on.
So...
(sighing)
I don't know-- I don't know
what to tell you, Bart.
I'm not funny?
Well, it--
it's tough, but...
No, you're not.
You're not funny.
I mean, not--
not on stage, anyway.
Okay, okay. (stammering)
What do I change?
Is it--
is it my jokes or--
Jokes? See, I--
That's the thing, I don't--
I don't really know that
those were really jokes.
Like, when
you talked about--
about wetting the bed on stage,
did you think
that would be funny?
Well, in comedy,
you're supposed to tell
the truth, right?
You know, just be,
like, honest about stuff.
Yeah, but...
You gotta--
But it has to be f--
It has to-- You have to
start with what's--
What makes you laugh.
What makes me laugh?
Yeah, you, what makes you laugh.
That's where you start.
When you think about
what to talk about
on stage, you start there.
What is--
what's funny to you?
Buster Keaton, Lucille Ball.
Okay...
Okay, listen...
you can't do this.
The Comedy.
You can't do it, Bart.
I'm sorry, and I--
You're a nice kid
and I appreciate that
you're so earnest,
I really do, but--
And I would never-- I would
never normally say this,
because it's not my right.
But I like you, so I gotta...
I have to tell you.
You're not gonna be a comedian.
I mean it, never.
And...
you gotta get out.
You gotta save yourself
some pain.
I can't quit.
Never.
I-- I'll die first.
I love comedy.
Oh, shit.
Is there anything
you can tell me
that'll make me better?
Anything?
(Louie sighing)
Talk in a funny voice, maybe.
A funny voice?
Yeah, you know,
like a squeaky...
funny, high voice or something.
Listen, I gotta go.
Uh, good luck, really.
And, uh...
Okay, Bart.
Good, uh...
good, uh...
good-- good stuff.
(softly) Yeah.
Dude...
I'll go see the arty
movie thing with you,
but I just suspect that
it's gonna be boring.
Well, there's no point in going
if you're gonna be
like that about it.
Okay.
Okay, how about this?
(child's voice) Gee, Mister!
Can we go, please,
see the French
black and white movie
about divorce, can we?
Huh?
That'd be swell!
All right, forget it.
Let's just not go.
(laughing) Oh, my God!
Okay, how about instead of
being a little baby,
you be a big, fat man
and you convince me
we should go.
Stand up for your stupid ideas.
Make a case.
Okay, well, I didn't
go to college.
And so I'm educating myself,
and it's an ongoing--
it's an ongoing thing
in my life.
Why didn't you go to college?
I was a bad student.
Really?
Yeah, I hated school.
Like, I remember
this one time...
when I was in the third grade.
I wanted to learn--
I don't want to hear this.
Please.
It sounds long.
But...
I was gonna--
All right, you've had enough.
Let's go see your smarty-faced
French movie thing.
♪
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Oh, this doesn't suck
at all, does it?
Okay, let's go.
No, stupid.
What?
Let's make the most of it.
What are you--
what are you doing?
What are you doing?
I'm not doing anything.
You are.
What?
(unzipping)
You're gonna do
a Pee-wee Herman in here.
What-- what?
Okay, get started.
Go ahead.
(whistling)
I'm not doing that in here.
Yes, you are.
No, I'm not.
You are.
I'm what?
You're gonna do it.
I'm gonna do what?
Say it.
Tell me what you want me to do
and I'll do exactly that,
but you have to say it.
Suck my... dick.
Oh, my God!
(both laughing)
Jesus!
Come on, put your dick away.
Let's go eat, 'cause
we're not "this" anymore.
This is not--
No.
(zipping)
I love this place.
I love, like, old,
Italian-y places.
If you, uh, go in the bathroom,
there's a gun behind the toilet.
(opera playing in background)
Do you wanna have
a sleepover tonight?
Yeah, I really do.
Your place or mine?
What?
What did your face do now?
Well...
(clearing throat)
What if they're the same place?
Oh, hi.
Uh, can we get
some more of that oil
with the red pepper
in it, please?
Certo, signora.
Thank you!
Don't you love this place?
Mm.
It's so good.
Have you ever been to Paolo's
in the East Village?
That's hardcore,
but this is really good.
(flatly) Yeah, I have.
Do you remember
how much fun it was,
like, a few seconds ago...
and now that you said that,
it's all tight
in the chest and scary?
So are you glad
that you said that now,
about moving in together?
Okay, so what,
are we supposed to
never say anything scary?
Yes, exactly.
Why?
Because scary is fun-ruining,
and I like fun.
Do you like fun?
No, I don't. I don't like fun.
Well, I think you're a liar,
because you like me
and I'm fun.
So what, I'm not fun?
No!
Not at all.
That is why I have to
make fun of you,
because you are not fun.
That's my job, to make you fun
by making fun of you.
Do you see?
Okay...
Louie.
But--
Remember, when we used
to be friends,
before we were this
whatever-y couple, sex thing?
Okay, so now we're this...
and because I'm smart,
this is fun.
(tapping on table)
But believe me,
Louie, this is it.
This is the best.
Dude, think about it.
You were married,
you got divorced.
I had a kid with a guy,
it was awful.
Didn't we learn anything?
Well, what did you learn?
There's more than
one way to be together.
Do all roads have to
lead to ruin?
Ruin?
Yes, ruin.
Friends, sex, love, marriage,
divorce, ruin, okay?
How about another road?
Friends, sex, love,
Italian food...
have your own places,
schtoop another person,
friends, not to have to.
I mean to choose to,
to always make a new choice
to be together.
Are you fucking
somebody else?
That's what he hears.
Louie!
What?
How many couples
who were married,
that you know,
had an awful divorce?
Most.
Okay.
And so, how many
of those couples,
if they hadn't married,
would still be together,
or at least still be friends?
(sighing) See, now I'm scared.
Why?
Because, you're gonna
find somebody else
and I'm gonna lose you.
But, stupid, you don't have me.
We're just closer
than we were before.
I'm not yours
and you're not mine.
But, guess what?
I love you, right now.
And tonight, we're gonna
have a sleepover.
And then, tomorrow,
we're gonna be in our own places
and use our own showers and play
with all our own things.
And then what?
I don't know.
But I do know
that if we move in together,
nobody is gonna love
anybody anymore, guaranteed.
You know this.
Don't you know this?
(sighing)
Yeah, I do and...
(sighing)
I don't know why I'm on
this side of the argument.
I guess I just--
I just feel insecure.
So?
That's all right.
What's wrong with that?
Well, so what do you want to do?
I want to keep being two people
who have a good time together
and do dirty stuff sometimes.
I mean, does it
have to be all in?
All inclusive?
Can't we just be, like...
à la carte?
À la carte?
Don't you want
to stick your dick
in a bunch of ladies'
strange holes?
Jesus Christ.
Don't you?
Well, do you want to--
Yes!
Wow.
Look at that lady over there.
Which one?
(laughing) What do you--
what do you mean which one?
Look at her.
Look at the meatballs
under her neck.
I mean, don't you want
to go over there
and lick 'em and schmaltz
all over them
and just be like...
(sputtering)
(kissing sounds)
"Oh, I love you
best, lefty."
(kissing sounds) Mmm.
(woman singing opera)
See, I don't have tits
like that,
so when you want tits
like that, you go elsewhere.
À la carte.
This is genius.
(sighing) Look...
you're about two years away
from a sharp decline
in your looks
and bone-ability.
And, me too.
Not as much as you,
though, so...
I mean, let's not waste what
we got left on each other.
Alright, à la carte then...
Okay.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm just trying
to think of...
what jokes I'm gonna do tonight.
(Louie) I've been doing
comedy for a long time.
I travel around the country.
I do comedy in other cities.
I was in North Carolina
once and, uh...
(woman) Yeah, man!
I don't remember what town.
It was like, you know...
(speaking gibberish),
North Carolina,
or something like that.
(laughter)
(speaking gibberish)
(laughter)
North Carolina!
Woo!
(speaking gibberish)
(laughter)
That's in South Carolina,
actually.
(laughter)
♪
(Jimmy Fallon, on TV) My next
guest is a young comedian
who has made a huge splash in
the scene just in the last week.
Everybody's talking about
this guy.
Please welcome Bart Folding,
ladies and gentlemen!
(cheering and applause)
(fanfare playing)
(squeaky voice)
I used to urinate in my bed.
(laughter)
My mother would beat me
for urinating in my bed.
(laughter)
Then I urinated in it more!
(laughter)
(cheering and applause)