Steve Carell

Well, thank you very much, Steven. You've just made me vomit in my own mouth. If people can't get tornadoes here, then they're just going to go down to Mexico where there's no regulation at all. I say keep tornadoes safe and legal. Bottom line, tornadoes kill people. No. No. No, Steven. Tornadoes don't kill people. Flying debris kills people. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Puppy dogs and ice cream!

Well, thank you very much, Steven. You've just made me vomit in my own mouth. If people can't get tornadoes here, then they're just going to go down to Mexico where there's no regulation at all. I say keep tornadoes safe and legal. Bottom line, tornadoes kill people. No. No. No, Steven. Tornadoes don't kill people. Flying debris kills people. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Puppy dogs and ice cream!

I'm Steven. And I'm Steven. And this was... Even Steven.

I'm Steven. And I'm Steven. And this was... Even Steven.

You just made me vomit in my own mouth. What's the weather like up your own ass? Thank you. Tonight's topic, Halloween. Nope. Yes. Nope. Every year, the forces of darkness get a foothold in the minds of our children under the deceptive guise of All Hallows' Eve. Well, I say it's time to just say no to pagan rituals that lead our youngsters toward the pit of damnation.

You just made me vomit in my own mouth. What's the weather like up your own ass? Thank you. Tonight's topic, Halloween. Nope. Yes. Nope. Every year, the forces of darkness get a foothold in the minds of our children under the deceptive guise of All Hallows' Eve. Well, I say it's time to just say no to pagan rituals that lead our youngsters toward the pit of damnation.

And anyone who feels otherwise is a minion of the Dark Lord. Steve? Come on, Steven, it's about kids dressing up one night a year, ringing doorbells for treats, and when you don't get what you want, you toilet paper the house, maybe soap some windows, or set a few fires, and then drop a cement-filled pumpkin off the overpass onto the windshields of an oncoming car. Steven, it's about fun.

And anyone who feels otherwise is a minion of the Dark Lord. Steve? Come on, Steven, it's about kids dressing up one night a year, ringing doorbells for treats, and when you don't get what you want, you toilet paper the house, maybe soap some windows, or set a few fires, and then drop a cement-filled pumpkin off the overpass onto the windshields of an oncoming car. Steven, it's about fun.

It's about frolic. It's about candy. Well, not content with poisoning the minds of our babies, the druidic cabal that runs this Luciferian festival of death evidently also wants to pollute their bodies with refined sugars. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second, Steven. Surely, as a child, you indulged in the occasional Snickers bar or peanut butter cup?

It's about frolic. It's about candy. Well, not content with poisoning the minds of our babies, the druidic cabal that runs this Luciferian festival of death evidently also wants to pollute their bodies with refined sugars. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second, Steven. Surely, as a child, you indulged in the occasional Snickers bar or peanut butter cup?

Do you know what we used to do to people who gave out those healthy snacks? Yes. Yes, I do. Flaming bags of excrement were thrown at their houses.

Do you know what we used to do to people who gave out those healthy snacks? Yes. Yes, I do. Flaming bags of excrement were thrown at their houses.

Well, that must have been very hard.

Well, that must have been very hard.

You know what? I have some treats here. You could have a little Halloween right here, huh? No, thank you. A couple treats? No. No, thank you. No, they cause cavities, Steve.

You know what? I have some treats here. You could have a little Halloween right here, huh? No, thank you. A couple treats? No. No, thank you. No, they cause cavities, Steve.

Well, you have a good eye, my friend. This would be a butterfinger.

Well, you have a good eye, my friend. This would be a butterfinger.

Well... They crunch, and then they get all chocolatey on you. Chocolate, yeah. Want a Butterfinger? You know what, you want a Butterfinger? No, I don't, thank you. Ring my doorbell. I don't think so. Ring the doorbell. I don't want to. Go ahead, ding dong. Oh, who could that be? Clump, clump, clump, clump, clump.

Well... They crunch, and then they get all chocolatey on you. Chocolate, yeah. Want a Butterfinger? You know what, you want a Butterfinger? No, I don't, thank you. Ring my doorbell. I don't think so. Ring the doorbell. I don't want to. Go ahead, ding dong. Oh, who could that be? Clump, clump, clump, clump, clump.