Saw this, . . . in the theater, . . . on a date.
I LOVED her as a standup, she really was a female Jerry Seinfeld, just the right observations, immaculately curated and crafted. A master of the 'what is the deal with' type of humor. But I sat through that movie shaking my head and whispering 'ooh honey.'
This bit is up there with 'who's on first,' IMO.
All Redd [Foxx] did all day was coke, grass and ****. . .
So our first network taping, name in big letters right on the set, Redd doesn't arrive at curtain call.
I go back to his dressing room, all I see is the girl doing his hair is sitting on him.
So I see her body, her dress, and his legs.
I say, Redd, don't you know we're on camera?
Redd sticks his head up from between the hairdresser's legs and asks indignantly. . .
"Can't a man relax?"
- Bob Einstein