John Mulaney

It was just sort of bizarre.

I think I would file it under weird more than I would file it under angry.

I look forward to the day that I can not ever throw off a podcast, not ever offend anyone, but also just publicly not give a shit.

Basically.

Okay.

What's the weird... You know, it's a weird...

I don't know, John, how you look at it, but I was saying to somebody yesterday, we're doing this crowdfunding thing, raising money for this independent film I shot.

And one of the things was, I do stand up in your living room.

Yeah.

And you pay us $15,000 that goes toward the movie.

There's a part of me that's like, okay, I got to go to the Palisades on a Saturday night with a bunch of people I don't know and awkwardly do stand up in their living room.

On the other hand, I think to myself, if I paid someone $15,000 and they sort of sat in the corner with their arms crossed and they kind of had a vibe of don't talk to me and that kind of thing.

Or openly said who gives a shit.

Or openly said.

Who gives a shit?

Once I walk through that door, I'm fucking all yours for the next three hours because you've made this commitment to me, I've made this commitment to you, and fuck it, I don't want to leave and have you go, well, he was an asshole, I wish we hadn't done that.

And I understand that part where you don't want to do it, you don't want to promote it, you don't want to ever, but once you step up on stage and take the microphone out of the stand...

At that point, you must put it all aside for the 87 minutes you shall be on stage, and then go back to whatever mode you want to go back to.

I think you have that mode, right?

And I did, and ultimately... I just spit on the mic.