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Watch the stand-up comedy video 'Back To Norm (2005) Norm Macdonald Comedy Sketch Show' from Happy the Dog on Comedy Buff. Published 2020-03-25. Transcript available.

Thank you for coming. Please turn off your cell phones and pagers. I have a
short statement to make.
My name is Norm MacDonald, and when I became a comedian, all I ever wanted to
do was make people laugh,
and perhaps make them think as well. However, I've come to realize that failure
has dogged me at every turn,
and that mediocrity has been my hallmark.
So it is, with a heavy heart, but a clear conscience, I've decided to retire
from show business.
Norm Mark, what about a reality show?
No, there'll be no reality show. I'm not going to eat a plate of bugs.
Call me old-fashioned, but I do not believe that you have to shock people to
get a laugh.
Please stand back. Please stand back. I don't want anyone to be hurt. I do not
want anyone to be hurt.
Please stand back. Please stand back. Please stand back. Please stand back.
Please stand back.
Feel more and more peaceful. Uncle Joe! Grandma!
Hello, Norman.
Hey, Uncle Joe, I see your fishing pole there. They don't have a lake here, do
they?
Exactly like the one I used to take you to when you were a boy, you remember?
Hey, let's go catch some trout.
Would you like that, Norman? Would you like to spend your days in endless
tranquility,
trying to fool a trout with a bit of floating feather?
Oh, there's nothing I'd like better.
Well, you can't do that. You've got to go back.
But I can't return. I just shot myself in the head at a press conference.
If I go back there now, I'll look like a damn fool.
Well, you have to go back. You have some unfinished business.
You have to do a comedy show.
What a comedy show. Come on, guys. Have you seen the shows I've done? They suck.
Let's face it, I'm just not that funny.
Oh, we know, Norman, we know, we know.
But you have to go back. You have things you have to do.
You guys don't seem to understand.
It doesn't matter in life if I was funny or not anymore.
As of five minutes ago, I became a comic legend.
They're going to be playing that shit on the Internet until the cows come home.
Now, let's go fishing, Uncle Joe.
Listen, you little punk, maybe around here's so good.
I can be nice. I can be one damn son of a bitch.
So you go back there. Do that show.
Do that show.
Do the show. Get me?
Uncle Joe, relax. I'll do the show, okay?
Well, folks, I know you're thinking, you're going, hey, Norm, why are you
wearing a crazy get-up with some kind of a cave set behind you?
Well, here's the thing.
Have you heard about these guys that strap themselves with explosives and blow
themselves and all these innocent people up?
Have you heard of these people?
Well, you'd think these guys would never get into heaven, right?
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Not only do they go to heaven, but when they get there, they get to have sex
with 72 virgins.
It's ridiculous.
But, anyways, I was wondering how they come up with the number 72, because, you
know, I know it's a nice round number, but it seems, it's a number that seems a
little arbitrary to me, you know?
So I wanted to get to the bottom of this, so I did some research on the
computer there.
I hit the, you know, the www dot, why do these guys get 72 virgins when they
get to heaven, you know, that seems a little arbitrary to me, dot org.
So I found the answer.
I'm going to share it with you.
But instead of just telling you, I thought it would be better to dramatize it
in the following playlet.
Check this out.
Oh, is it hot out there or what?
All right.
Okay.
All right.
Where is he?
Let the planning begin.
Yes.
Hey, fellas, what's up?
Oh, there he is, our hero.
Well rested and ready to start his mission.
Yes, I am set to go.
Give me, Agha.
Okay, Akbar.
Okay.
Well, let's go over the plan to make sure we got it all straight, okay?
All right.
At rush hour, you run to the corner of camel and boasis.
You start screaming something crazy at the top of your lungs and then you push
this button.
Okay.
Pretty simple.
Any questions?
No, no questions at all.
Just a few.
I was just wondering, sir, so much explosives and dynamite, won't people notice
me putting
them around the corner?
Also, how far can I be from camel and oasis before I can safely press this
button?
Akbar, don't you remember talking about being a martyr?
Oh, yes.
I want to be a martyr more than anything.
You do know what a martyr is.
Of course I know what a martyr is.
A martyr is a guy who blows up a lot of people.
Then he runs away.
He lives into a ripe old age as a beloved hero, enjoying his martyrdom.
No, Akbar, that's not exactly what a martyr is.
Really?
Are you sure?
Because I always heard it was a guy who blows a lot of people up and then runs
away and lives
to a ripe old age.
Of course I'm sure.
I'm sure of what a martyr is.
A martyr is, well, frankly, someone who blows himself up.
Well, that last part sounds a little dangerous.
Listen, Yusuf, you're a nice fellow and everything, but this is not for me.
Look, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What if I was to make it worth your while?
Well, I mean, what if I said that I would take care of your children and your
wife for
the rest of their lives?
Oh, no, no, no, Akbar is not married.
You do not know Akbar.
Akbar likes to play the field.
As Akbar always says, why buy the cow when you can have sex with many cows for
free?
Oh, you like that one, huh?
Very funny, Akbar.
I always heard you're quite a lady's man.
Oh, well, I live in a cave with no running water.
I do all right.
Wait a moment, huh?
Wait a moment.
What if I could hook you up in heaven?
In heaven?
Yes.
Imagine this.
Upon completion of your mission, you will be greeted in heaven by 25 hot ladies.
25.
25 hot ladies?
Oh, that sounds, uh, 25 sounds a little low.
Um, how about 100?
I do it for 100.
100?
Akbar, be reasonable.
I'm not a magician.
All right.
30 hot ladies.
That's my final offer.
30?
30 is an insult to me.
I consider doing it for, uh, 95.
95?
You're killing me, Akbar.
I'm killing you.
That's rich.
Let me tell you something, Yusuf.
Right now, 91 hot ladies.
Or I take my business elsewhere.
All right.
All right.
Come on, Akbar.
Akbar.
Akbar.
Come on now.
What's it gonna take for me to get you into this vest today?
All right, Akbar.
72 it is.
Upon arrival in heaven, you'll be greeted by 72 ladies.
Ha, ha, hey.
I'll tell you something else.
I don't want any whores either, all right?
Having sex with all kinds of martyrs.
I want virgins.
Virgins!
Virgins!
All right.
Virgins.
72 virgins.
All right.
Ha, ha, ha.
Excellent, excellent.
So be it.
I'm going to be having sex with 72 hot virgin ladies.
Ha, ha, ha.
Oh, oh.
Just one more thing, fellas.
I just wanted to tell you.
I would have done it for 50.
Ha, ha, ha.
See you later, suckers.
Ha, ha, ha.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-So my wife got me an interesting present
for my birthday.
Let's take a look at what she got me
for my birthday.
-Hey, there's the birthday boy.
How about some wine?
-Ah, this is really sweet of you, honey,
but, jeez, you didn't have to go to anything special here.
-Oh, no, mister, I'm just getting started.
I got you that present you've been wanting.
-You got me the green shirt?
-Oh, the other thing you've been wanting.
Listen, we've been married almost two years,
and I know things can get a little predictable in the bedroom.
-But I've given it a lot of thought,
and I decided to give you that thing you always wanted.
-I don't know what you're talking about, Christine.
-A threesome. -A threesome?
Oh, my God. That's the greatest gift ever.
I can't believe you.
I mean, why would you think I'd want a threesome?
-Well, you have been dropping a lot of hints.
I mean, you mutter threesome over and over in your sleep.
You named your boat threesome.
So, for your birthday, I really wanted to get you one.
-Oh, wow. Christine, you're the greatest wife in the world.
-Oh, honey, why don't you see who that is?
-Oh, yeah, okay. Sure.
Oh, hi, Gwen.
-Hi, Norm.
-Hey, listen, Gwen. We're kind of in the middle of something right now.
You picked a real bad time, so, uh, hey, maybe you can come back tomorrow, huh?
Okay. Bye, Gwen.
Man. Talk about your dumb luck, huh?
We're trying to plan our threesome, and Gwen shows up.
-Gwen was here for the threesome.
-Gwen? Well, she would be a terrible choice.
-She is an awfully good friend. It could get awkward.
I'll tell you what. I'm gonna find us a woman we don't know, huh?
-Wait, wait, wait. Christine, Christine, you don't understand.
You're more than enough woman for me, honey.
-Oh. So you don't want a threesome anymore?
-No, no, no. I want a threesome.
But it's just that when I'm talking about a threesome,
I don't want another woman. I want a guy.
-What?
-A guy. A dude. A man. A fella.
-Whoa. Okay. Oh, gosh. You know what?
I'm not sure that's something I want to be a part of.
-Well, why would you be a part of it?
-Because it's a threesome?
-Oh, my God, Christine. Do you even know what a threesome is?
A threesome is me and two other guys.
-Oh. Um, so what am I supposed to do
while you're having sex with these two other guys?
-Well, I don't know. Uh, hey, maybe you can catch up
on some of that reading you've been talking about.
As long as you stay out of that bedroom, okay?
Oh, hey, uh, honey, listen.
You're not gonna just go out and pick any two guys at random there, are you?
-What do you have in mind?
-Oh, I don't have anything in mind. Nothing at all.
But just thinking off the top of my head,
what about a really handsome guy
that doesn't know he's handsome
and another guy that looks just like your brother?
-Okay. Okay, fine.
I'm a modern woman,
and if my husband wants me to get him two gay guys
for his birthday so we can have sex with him,
that's what I'm gonna do.
-You're the best.
Hot diggity dog. I'm gonna have sex with two gay guys.
-Gay guys? What the?
No, Christine. Not gay guys.
What, do you think I'm gay?
I just want -- I just want two average, ordinary Joes like me
to have hot, filthy sex with.
These women.
-Mrs. Burleson, I'm Dr. Fredericks, head of the burn unit.
I understand you're the woman who set her husband on fire while he slept?
-Yes, but you have no idea the abuse I put up with day after day, year after
year.
I had no choice. He was a monster.
-Well, I'm a doctor, not a judge.
I'm just here to tell you about your husband's status,
and quite frankly, it's doubtful he'll ever leave this hospital.
-Oh, my God.
-He's been burned over 98% of his body.
The 2% that's not burned is a small patch on top of his head,
roughly the size of an acorn. That's fine.
-Is he going to live?
-He may survive, but will he live?
I'm a doctor, not a philosopher.
I simply don't have the words to describe the seething abyss of infinite
torment
in which your husband now lives.
-Is he in a lot of pain?
-Well, I'm a doctor, not a poet.
But all the morphine that ever was or ever will be
would be just a drop of rain in the ocean of your husband's pain.
He's in a lot of pain.
-I have to see him.
-All right, Mrs. Burleson, as you will, but prepare yourself.
-F**k!
-Roger.
-Roger.
-You just s**t got the wrong guy, bitch.
You just s**t got the wrong guy.
What's the matter, whore or cat got your tongue?
-I don't think you're going to burn anybody, bitch.
-I'll burn you red.
-Bitch.
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-Here, just match your back, whore.
I'll tell you that.
I've got a good line to open you the back of my hand right now, s**t, bitch.
You're going to watch yourself, 'cause your ass is grass, whore.
-Goodbye, Roger.
-Where you go, bitch?
She'll be back.
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Rwanda or violinist or something until finally you get to Andy Rooney which is
the only reason you watch the show so anyways I tried to get Andy Rooney to do
the show but mr. Rooney would not do it we couldn't get Andy Rooney but we got
the next best thing me and heavy prosthetic makeup so check this out here's
some Andy Rooney point it seems everyone is doing drugs nowadays I suppose one
of the worst drugs is heroin or as they call it in the street junk I don't know
why they call heroin junk I mean it's not because it's cheap or something you'd
want to throw away but when you think about it we all do drugs in one form or
another for instance I like to drink coffee I know it's bad for me but I
I enjoy sometimes I'll have five or six cups a day and coffee contains a drug
called caffeine so I guess you could say that I'm a drug addict because every
day
I do a drug called caffeine and also peyote some people do drugs without even
knowing they're doing drugs and last year's Christmas party I put four Rufinol's
into
Leslie Stahl's eggnog and dragged her up here to my office ate a handful of peyote
and we
had a little party of our own the next day she remembered none of it so it was
all just harmless
fun really when someone thinks too highly of themselves we say that fellow has
a big head I remember one time in the midst of a three week
peyote binge I looked over at Morley safer and his head was 40 feet wide I don't
know if they have a drug that can cure that perhaps 300 cc's of pure adrenaline
shot into the underside of his balls
all right folks that's the show I want to thank you for coming very kind of you
I want to thank my good friend Rob Schneider for doing it
and I want to thank my good friend Rob Schneider for doing it and I want to
thank my good friend Rob Schneider for doing it and I want to thank you for
doing it and I want to thank you very much
Thank you.
Thank you.

Back To Norm (2005) Norm Macdonald Comedy Sketch Show

Thank you for coming. Please turn off your cell phones and pagers. I have a
short statement to make.
My name is Norm MacDonald, and when I became a comedian, all I ever wanted to
do was make people laugh,
and perhaps make them think as well. However, I've come to realize that failure
has dogged me at every turn,
and that mediocrity has been my hallmark.
So it is, with a heavy heart, but a clear conscience, I've decided to retire
from show business.
Norm Mark, what about a reality show?
No, there'll be no reality show. I'm not going to eat a plate of bugs.
Call me old-fashioned, but I do not believe that you have to shock people to
get a laugh.
Please stand back. Please stand back. I don't want anyone to be hurt. I do not
want anyone to be hurt.
Please stand back. Please stand back. Please stand back. Please stand back.
Please stand back.
Feel more and more peaceful. Uncle Joe! Grandma!
Hello, Norman.
Hey, Uncle Joe, I see your fishing pole there. They don't have a lake here, do
they?
Exactly like the one I used to take you to when you were a boy, you remember?
Hey, let's go catch some trout.
Would you like that, Norman? Would you like to spend your days in endless
tranquility,
trying to fool a trout with a bit of floating feather?
Oh, there's nothing I'd like better.
Well, you can't do that. You've got to go back.
But I can't return. I just shot myself in the head at a press conference.
If I go back there now, I'll look like a damn fool.
Well, you have to go back. You have some unfinished business.
You have to do a comedy show.
What a comedy show. Come on, guys. Have you seen the shows I've done? They suck.
Let's face it, I'm just not that funny.
Oh, we know, Norman, we know, we know.
But you have to go back. You have things you have to do.
You guys don't seem to understand.
It doesn't matter in life if I was funny or not anymore.
As of five minutes ago, I became a comic legend.
They're going to be playing that shit on the Internet until the cows come home.
Now, let's go fishing, Uncle Joe.
Listen, you little punk, maybe around here's so good.
I can be nice. I can be one damn son of a bitch.
So you go back there. Do that show.
Do that show.
Do the show. Get me?
Uncle Joe, relax. I'll do the show, okay?
Well, folks, I know you're thinking, you're going, hey, Norm, why are you
wearing a crazy get-up with some kind of a cave set behind you?
Well, here's the thing.
Have you heard about these guys that strap themselves with explosives and blow
themselves and all these innocent people up?
Have you heard of these people?
Well, you'd think these guys would never get into heaven, right?
Wrong.
Wrong.
Wrong.
Not only do they go to heaven, but when they get there, they get to have sex
with 72 virgins.
It's ridiculous.
But, anyways, I was wondering how they come up with the number 72, because, you
know, I know it's a nice round number, but it seems, it's a number that seems a
little arbitrary to me, you know?
So I wanted to get to the bottom of this, so I did some research on the
computer there.
I hit the, you know, the www dot, why do these guys get 72 virgins when they
get to heaven, you know, that seems a little arbitrary to me, dot org.
So I found the answer.
I'm going to share it with you.
But instead of just telling you, I thought it would be better to dramatize it
in the following playlet.
Check this out.
Oh, is it hot out there or what?
All right.
Okay.
All right.
Where is he?
Let the planning begin.
Yes.
Hey, fellas, what's up?
Oh, there he is, our hero.
Well rested and ready to start his mission.
Yes, I am set to go.
Give me, Agha.
Okay, Akbar.
Okay.
Well, let's go over the plan to make sure we got it all straight, okay?
All right.
At rush hour, you run to the corner of camel and boasis.
You start screaming something crazy at the top of your lungs and then you push
this button.
Okay.
Pretty simple.
Any questions?
No, no questions at all.
Just a few.
I was just wondering, sir, so much explosives and dynamite, won't people notice
me putting
them around the corner?
Also, how far can I be from camel and oasis before I can safely press this
button?
Akbar, don't you remember talking about being a martyr?
Oh, yes.
I want to be a martyr more than anything.
You do know what a martyr is.
Of course I know what a martyr is.
A martyr is a guy who blows up a lot of people.
Then he runs away.
He lives into a ripe old age as a beloved hero, enjoying his martyrdom.
No, Akbar, that's not exactly what a martyr is.
Really?
Are you sure?
Because I always heard it was a guy who blows a lot of people up and then runs
away and lives
to a ripe old age.
Of course I'm sure.
I'm sure of what a martyr is.
A martyr is, well, frankly, someone who blows himself up.
Well, that last part sounds a little dangerous.
Listen, Yusuf, you're a nice fellow and everything, but this is not for me.
Look, wait, wait, wait, wait.
What if I was to make it worth your while?
Well, I mean, what if I said that I would take care of your children and your
wife for
the rest of their lives?
Oh, no, no, no, Akbar is not married.
You do not know Akbar.
Akbar likes to play the field.
As Akbar always says, why buy the cow when you can have sex with many cows for
free?
Oh, you like that one, huh?
Very funny, Akbar.
I always heard you're quite a lady's man.
Oh, well, I live in a cave with no running water.
I do all right.
Wait a moment, huh?
Wait a moment.
What if I could hook you up in heaven?
In heaven?
Yes.
Imagine this.
Upon completion of your mission, you will be greeted in heaven by 25 hot ladies.
25.
25 hot ladies?
Oh, that sounds, uh, 25 sounds a little low.
Um, how about 100?
I do it for 100.
100?
Akbar, be reasonable.
I'm not a magician.
All right.
30 hot ladies.
That's my final offer.
30?
30 is an insult to me.
I consider doing it for, uh, 95.
95?
You're killing me, Akbar.
I'm killing you.
That's rich.
Let me tell you something, Yusuf.
Right now, 91 hot ladies.
Or I take my business elsewhere.
All right.
All right.
Come on, Akbar.
Akbar.
Akbar.
Come on now.
What's it gonna take for me to get you into this vest today?
All right, Akbar.
72 it is.
Upon arrival in heaven, you'll be greeted by 72 ladies.
Ha, ha, hey.
I'll tell you something else.
I don't want any whores either, all right?
Having sex with all kinds of martyrs.
I want virgins.
Virgins!
Virgins!
All right.
Virgins.
72 virgins.
All right.
Ha, ha, ha.
Excellent, excellent.
So be it.
I'm going to be having sex with 72 hot virgin ladies.
Ha, ha, ha.
Oh, oh.
Just one more thing, fellas.
I just wanted to tell you.
I would have done it for 50.
Ha, ha, ha.
See you later, suckers.
Ha, ha, ha.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-So my wife got me an interesting present
for my birthday.
Let's take a look at what she got me
for my birthday.
-Hey, there's the birthday boy.
How about some wine?
-Ah, this is really sweet of you, honey,
but, jeez, you didn't have to go to anything special here.
-Oh, no, mister, I'm just getting started.
I got you that present you've been wanting.
-You got me the green shirt?
-Oh, the other thing you've been wanting.
Listen, we've been married almost two years,
and I know things can get a little predictable in the bedroom.
-But I've given it a lot of thought,
and I decided to give you that thing you always wanted.
-I don't know what you're talking about, Christine.
-A threesome. -A threesome?
Oh, my God. That's the greatest gift ever.
I can't believe you.
I mean, why would you think I'd want a threesome?
-Well, you have been dropping a lot of hints.
I mean, you mutter threesome over and over in your sleep.
You named your boat threesome.
So, for your birthday, I really wanted to get you one.
-Oh, wow. Christine, you're the greatest wife in the world.
-Oh, honey, why don't you see who that is?
-Oh, yeah, okay. Sure.
Oh, hi, Gwen.
-Hi, Norm.
-Hey, listen, Gwen. We're kind of in the middle of something right now.
You picked a real bad time, so, uh, hey, maybe you can come back tomorrow, huh?
Okay. Bye, Gwen.
Man. Talk about your dumb luck, huh?
We're trying to plan our threesome, and Gwen shows up.
-Gwen was here for the threesome.
-Gwen? Well, she would be a terrible choice.
-She is an awfully good friend. It could get awkward.
I'll tell you what. I'm gonna find us a woman we don't know, huh?
-Wait, wait, wait. Christine, Christine, you don't understand.
You're more than enough woman for me, honey.
-Oh. So you don't want a threesome anymore?
-No, no, no. I want a threesome.
But it's just that when I'm talking about a threesome,
I don't want another woman. I want a guy.
-What?
-A guy. A dude. A man. A fella.
-Whoa. Okay. Oh, gosh. You know what?
I'm not sure that's something I want to be a part of.
-Well, why would you be a part of it?
-Because it's a threesome?
-Oh, my God, Christine. Do you even know what a threesome is?
A threesome is me and two other guys.
-Oh. Um, so what am I supposed to do
while you're having sex with these two other guys?
-Well, I don't know. Uh, hey, maybe you can catch up
on some of that reading you've been talking about.
As long as you stay out of that bedroom, okay?
Oh, hey, uh, honey, listen.
You're not gonna just go out and pick any two guys at random there, are you?
-What do you have in mind?
-Oh, I don't have anything in mind. Nothing at all.
But just thinking off the top of my head,
what about a really handsome guy
that doesn't know he's handsome
and another guy that looks just like your brother?
-Okay. Okay, fine.
I'm a modern woman,
and if my husband wants me to get him two gay guys
for his birthday so we can have sex with him,
that's what I'm gonna do.
-You're the best.
Hot diggity dog. I'm gonna have sex with two gay guys.
-Gay guys? What the?
No, Christine. Not gay guys.
What, do you think I'm gay?
I just want -- I just want two average, ordinary Joes like me
to have hot, filthy sex with.
These women.
-Mrs. Burleson, I'm Dr. Fredericks, head of the burn unit.
I understand you're the woman who set her husband on fire while he slept?
-Yes, but you have no idea the abuse I put up with day after day, year after
year.
I had no choice. He was a monster.
-Well, I'm a doctor, not a judge.
I'm just here to tell you about your husband's status,
and quite frankly, it's doubtful he'll ever leave this hospital.
-Oh, my God.
-He's been burned over 98% of his body.
The 2% that's not burned is a small patch on top of his head,
roughly the size of an acorn. That's fine.
-Is he going to live?
-He may survive, but will he live?
I'm a doctor, not a philosopher.
I simply don't have the words to describe the seething abyss of infinite
torment
in which your husband now lives.
-Is he in a lot of pain?
-Well, I'm a doctor, not a poet.
But all the morphine that ever was or ever will be
would be just a drop of rain in the ocean of your husband's pain.
He's in a lot of pain.
-I have to see him.
-All right, Mrs. Burleson, as you will, but prepare yourself.
-F**k!
-Roger.
-Roger.
-You just s**t got the wrong guy, bitch.
You just s**t got the wrong guy.
What's the matter, whore or cat got your tongue?
-I don't think you're going to burn anybody, bitch.
-I'll burn you red.
-Bitch.
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-Here, just match your back, whore.
I'll tell you that.
I've got a good line to open you the back of my hand right now, s**t, bitch.
You're going to watch yourself, 'cause your ass is grass, whore.
-Goodbye, Roger.
-Where you go, bitch?
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the only reason you watch the show so anyways I tried to get Andy Rooney to do
the show but mr. Rooney would not do it we