Don't you remember?

Don't you remember?

I don't remember.

Remember what you told us?

That's when people can't remember anything.

Of course it is, don't you remember?

Oh, well, I can't remember every game I invented.

We were in the middle of a party and you guys were eating some shellfish and then you collapsed and now you don't remember anything, remember?

Geez, you know, that's so unlike you, considering you're known far and wide to be a sweet-natured, loving, sweet, lovely, Mother Teresa-esque, yet sexually liberated, agreeable person.

Remember, he did the same thing at the Christmas party when he came as Santa.

If only I knew what that word meant.

Even if it is, shouldn't we take a break?

If the power goes out, your TV will go dark.

And if you don't dance, we're gonna kick the snot out of you.

But they will remember everything that happened, so don't mistreat them or make them do any goofy crap, or they may rip your head off.

Next Sunday night, if they forget their lines, you'll see it, because it's live.

That's not likely to happen, but if it does, you'll see it, because it's live.

Please, if you have any decency left in you, will you please just go back to the miserable, rotten, contemptible people that you really are and who I really love?

And if an audience member throws a pomegranate, hits Rock in the head, causing him to lose feeling in the left side of his face, and he's rushed to the hospital, but has to wait for emergency surgery because he didn't have the right form, and it turns out the receiving nurse is his ex-high school sweetheart who broke his heart by running off with a guy named Stu from Fort Wayne, Indiana, you'll see it.