02p: Bernie Mac / Good Charlotte

No Smoking

Bartender.....Seth Meyers
Red.....Bernie Mac
Hedda.....Amy Poehler
Jerry.....Jimmy Fallon



[ open on interior, barroom, as Red sits glumly at the bar ]

Bartender: Can I get you another one, Red?

Red: Yeah.. give me another one. Bacardi Rum. And, tell me again - I don't think I hear you good? I can't smoke here?

Bartender: You can't smoke in any bar in New York City!

Red: None at all?

Bartender: Mayor's new policy.

Red: Ohhh, this is horrible! This is horrible! It's just plain horrible!

Bartender: Hey, I agree, Red - I think it sucks! It's bad for business!

Red: It's bad for business?! It's bad for freedom! This is America! I pay my taxes! I walk my dog! I pick up my poop! I'm a grown man! Damn, I'm upset! I need a cigarette! [ lights up a cigarette ]

Bartender: Hey, hey, Red! [ takes the cigarette from Red's mouth, and puts it out ] Sorry, Red! No!

Red: How you feel about it, Hedda.. how you feel about it?

Hedda: I've been smoking for twenty years..

Red: You never hurt nobody!

Hedda: You know what I say? Mayor Mike is not the boss of me. He's nuts! [ lights a cigarette ]

Bartender: Hey! [ promptly pulls the cigarette away from Hedda, and puts it out ]

Hedda: Oh, come on, gorgeous.

Red: Heyyyy, I'm a grown man! I vote! I cross the street at the light! I say please and thank you! I'm not killin' nobody! I'm killin' myself! And it's my right! I need a cigarette!

Bartender: No! [ a pause ] Listen, I think they're just trying to cut down on second-hand smoke.

Hedda: You know what? That's crazy!

Red: It is crazy!

Hedda: It's cuckoo!

Red: Cuckoo!

Hedda: Up yours, Mayor Mike! He don't like second-hand smoke, 'cause he's a second-hand Mayor! [ lights a cigarette ]

Bartender: Alright.. alright.. alright.. [ promptly pulls the cigarette away from Hedda, and puts it out ]

Hedda: Hey! Hey! You're killing me, gorgeous!

Red: Let me tell you something - back in the day, we coulda smoked in a nursery school!

Hedda: That's right!

Red: My momma would pack a pack of Lucky Strikes in my lunchbox!

Hedda: That right?

Red: We would smoke in the hospital!

Hedda: Amen.. amen to that..

Red: Dammit! We could smoke in swimming pools!

Hedda: Of course..

Red: Back in the days, smoking was good for you!

Hedda: Good for you..

Red: It makes you run faster!

Hedda: Run faster..

Red: It makes you smarter! It makes you a better lover!

Hedda: That's right..

Red: I need a cigarette! [ puts a cigarette in his mouth ]

Hedda: [ takes the cigarette from Red's mouth, puts it in her own mouth ] Let me tell you something - smokers do make your better lovers, or, as I like to say, puffers are good stuffers.

Red: [ laughs, choking ]

Bartender: [ takes the cigarette away from both of them ] Look, guys, if you wanna smoke, why don't you just go outside?

Hedda: Nooooooo!

Red: I'm not going outside! I'm not going out there like no dog, or a Vietnamese!

Hedda: No, I'm not gonna smoke outside, no way! You know why I don't go outside?

Red: Why?

Hedda: There's too much air!

Red: Yeah!

Hedda: [ choking, coughs up a whole cigarette ] Oh.. jackpot!

Red: Yeah, yeah!

[ Jerry enters ]

Jerry: Hey Red.. hey, Hedda..

Red: Hey!

Hedda: Hey..! [ kisses Jerry on the cheek ]

Bartender: [ as Jerry lights a cigarette ] Hey, sorry there, Jerry - no smoking.

Jerry: But it's after midnight.

Bartender: Sorry.

Jerry: These are lights.

Bartender: Sorry.

Jerry: Uh.. I have a doctor's note.

Bartender: Can't do it.

Jerry: But I'm a regular!

Bartender: Nope!

Jerry: I'll light the other end.

Bartender: Can't!

Jerry: I won't exhale.

Bartender: Sorry, Jerry.

Jerry: [ holds up his hands awkwardly ] Dammit! If I'm not smoking, I don't know what to do with my hands..

Red: Hmm.. let me tell you something - I want to revolt! I want to vote all over again! I'm gonna storm City Hall! I'm gonna e-mail the President! I walk my dog! I need a cigarette!

Jerry: [ still confused about the status of his hands ] Should I put 'em on my waist..? Or should I put 'em in my pockets, or something..? Does this look weird?

Red: Besides! There is no medical evidence.. that proves smoking is bad for you!

Hedda: There's no medical evidence..

Red: The only people that say that smokin' is bad for you are scientists!

Hedda: Right.

Red: And doctors and tobacco companies! Who can you trust?!

Hedda: Nobody.

Jerry: [ still very confused about his hands' current function ] Sh-should I clap? [ claps ] I mean.. wh-wh-what if I put 'em on my leg..? Should I put 'em in my mouth, maybe, uh..

Hedda: Hey! I'll tell you something.

Red: Tell 'em!

Hedda: A woman my age.. has earned the right.. to enjoy life's little pleasures.

Jerry: How old are ya, Hedda?

Hedda: 25; 26.. in May, God willing.

Red: Let the lady smoke!

Bartender: Not in here!

Jerry: I figured out what to do with my hands - I'll see you later. [ exits bar ]

Red: Well, you'd betty hurry, before they make that illegal!

Hedda: That's right..

Bartender: Look, guys, I don't want to get fired!

Red: Let me tell you something - how much does the government hate us? What is the number? What is it costing us!

Bartender: It's a $200 fine.

Red: Hey! Here you go! [ throws some money on the counter ] Right there! That's eight dollars and twenty-five cents!

Hedda: Eight dollars and twenty-five cents..

Red: Whattaya say? Whattaya say?

Bartender: No! I can't do it!

Hedda: Hey.. I'll let you look under my dress.

Bartender: [ thinks it over, then finally ] Okay. Just let me lock the door.

[ fade ]


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