Judd Apatow

I heard her on the radio.

I mean, it's refreshing.

I wish my mom would do this because there's no way she'd stick up for me this way.

But I mean, look, everyone's fucking nuts, right?

Just sort of degrees now.

Super batshit crazy religious zealot versus just a little bit off.

Yeah, it seems to be, you know, the yardstick we're measuring all moms by.

Your kids decided to take a backpack, put it in a crock pot or crock pocket pot in a backpack and put it in a bunch of ball bearings in it and then place it next to a kid and kill a bunch of people who.

But by the way, you're going to blow up a marathon.

You blow me up mile one.

I don't want to fucking go through a whole thing of hitting that runner's block and cramping up, shin splints, shit myself, chapped nipples, lactating, and then I blow up.

No, no.

I want a cold one at that point.

Put beer in that crock pot.

You want to blow me up, you blow me up on the way to the gym, not on the way back.

That's right.

That's A, number one.

All right.

Listen, the whole thing is once your kid does something sick and bizarre, feel free to abandon your kid and just go, you know.

dead to me.