Louis C.K. : Oh My God

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Thank you.

Thank you very much.

I appreciate that.

I don't necessarily agree with

you, but I appreciate very much.

Well, this is a nice place.

This is easily the nicest place

For many miles

in every direction.

That's how you

compliment a building

And shit on a town

with one sentence.

It is odd around here,

as I was driving here.

There doesn't seem to be

any difference

Between the sidewalk and

the street for pedestrians here.

People just kind of walk

in the middle of the road.

I love traveling

And seeing all the different

parts of the country.

I live in new york.

I live in a--

There's no value

to your doing that at all.

I live--

I live in new york.

I always--

Like, there's this old lady

in my neighborhood,

And she's always

walking her dog.

She's always just--

she's very old.

She just stands there

just being old,

And the dog just fights gravity

every day, just--

The two of them, it's really--

The dog's got a cloudy eye,

and she's got a cloudy eye,

And they just stand there

looking at the street

In two dimensions together,

and--

And she's always wearing, like,

this old sweater dress.

I guess it was a sweater

when she was, like, 5'10",

But now it's just,

like, this sweater

And her legs are--

her legs are a nightmare.

They're just white with green

streaks and bones sticking out.

Her legs are awful.

I saw a guy with no legs

wheeling by,

And he was like,

"yecch, no thank you.

"I do not want those.

"I'd rather just have air

down here like I have

Than to look down at that shit."

I see these two all the time,

and I always look at them,

And I always think,

"god, I hope she dies first."

I do.

I hope she dies first,

for her sake,

Because I don't want her

to lose the dog.

I don't think she'll

be able to handle it.

If she dies--

If the old lady dies first,

I'm not worried about the dog

Because the dog doesn't even

know about the old lady.

This dog is aware of

three inches around his head.

He's living

in two-second increments.

The second he's in

and the one he just left

Is all he knows about,

But if he dies, this lady,

she's gonna be destroyed

Because this dog is all she has,

And I know he's all she has

because she has him.

There's no--

If she had one person

in her life,

She would not keep

this piece of shit little dog.

Even if just some young woman

in her building one morning

Were to say,

"good morning, gladys,"

She'd be like, "good,"

And just flush him

down the toilet, just--

Poom! Poom!

The dog just keeps

bumping on the drain.

Poom!

"" she gives up.

Ends up just shitting on her dog

for the rest of her life.

P-p-p!

Poom!

You ever flush a pet

down the toilet?

I had to flush my daughter's

fish down the toilet.

I came home, the fish was dead.

She wasn't home from school yet,

so I just flushed the fish,

And that's a weird moment, too,

'cause fish live in water.

So you put it in the toilet,

floats to the bottom,

Like, "yeah, he's dead,"

And then you flush,

and it looks like he goes,

"wait a second! Aw, shit!

"I was taking a nap! Jesus!

"you gotta be in constant motion

To get any respect

in this house."

And then my daughter comes home.

"why did he die, da--"

Come on. What am I gonna say?

Why did he die?

Because who gives a shit?

That's the reason.

That's the actual reason,

is because didn't matter

That he was alive.

That's why he's dead.

He didn't know his name,

and he didn't love you back.

These are the facts

about that fish's life.

My daughter likes fish.

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