Jay Mohr

It fell in the window onto my desk.

Oh.

So we wiped, I always leave this part of the story out out of respect, but you guys know how much, we can't love anyone more.

So after he wiped his ass with his hand, he went back to that mummy walk and he fucking chased us.

Around the 17th floor with the shit on his hands.

And I'm running down the hallway past research, and there's those bookshelves in the hallway, and me and David Dell are running side by side.

And I'm like, we're not going to make this side by side.

We've got to go single file, but I don't want to be in the back.

And Dave, like, I'm like two years removed from competitive wrestling, and Dave Attell, a chain-smoking, miserable guy, just passes me like he's on a jet ski.

My shoulder, like, pops out, and I'm just laying on my back.

And Chris, for like minutes, is just standing over me going... Oh, with that.

The first sketch I ever handed Downey, I didn't know, like, he slept there.

He was going through some shit.

Yeah.

And he just wanted us around, like, in the loneliest hours between 3 and 6 a.m.

So remember he'd make us watch, like, Joliet high school basketball?

Like, look at this.

Look at the ball movement.

You were at some fucking party.

The first sketch I ever handed him was the Christopher Walken Psychic Friends Network.