The F Word

I just don't . . . I don't fit in anywhere, man. I really don't. I don't agree with anything either, not even what I just said, so I think you see the fucking problem here. I'm stranded without a fucking clue. And I'm gonna say "fuck" eight million times, so keep- keep track, somebody. My dad, "Bill, do you have to say the F word in your act, son? Bob Hope doesn't need to use the F word in his act." "Yeah, well Dad, guess what? Bob Hope doesn't play the shitholes I play, alright? You put him in some of these joints, he'll have Emmanuel Lewis and Phyllis Diller 69ing as his closer . . . just to get out of there alive