Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 38: Episode 6
Last Call
Bartender…..Kenan Thompson
Sheila Sovage…..Kate McKinnon
Dan Pants…..Louis C.K.
Bartender: Okay, last call, people! Looks like you two struck out! Want to just go ahead and close up your tabs, and put your toys away?
Sheila Sovage: If it’s still within my rights as a patron, I’d like one more bellini. I mean, what do I have to prooze, right? [ she laughs ]
Dan Pants: I’ll have another Tequila and egg whites…
Bartender: Great.
Dan Pants: [ to Sheila ] Hey, can I, uh… can I scoot over, or are you saving this… seat?
Sheila Sovage: You know, there was a husky Italian sitting there, who recently got up to vomit.
Dan Pants: Well, I already vomited, so…
Sheila Sovage: Okay. [ she signals him over as their drinks arrives ] Heya, Closing Act! And you are…?
Dan Pants: Dan Pants. What’s your name?
Sheila Sovage: Oh, me? I’m Sheila Sovage.
Dan Pants: Well, Seila Shovage, let me ask you —
Sheila Sovage: Yeah?
Dan Pants: Where are you from?
Sheila Sovage: Oh, me? I’m born in Guam, raised in Annapolis.
Dan Pants: No way!
Sheila Sovage: Yeah!
Dan Pants: There is no way!
Sheila Sovage: Well, I know! Where are you from?
Dan Pants: Because I’m from Northern California!
Sheila Sovage: NO!! [ she slaps the counter ]
Dan Pants: YES!! [ he slaps the counter ]
Sheila Sovage: NO!! [ she slaps the counter ]
Dan Pants: YES!! [ he slaps the counter ] Okay, this is FREAKY! This is so FREAKY!
Sheila Sovage: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Dan Pants: Because, let me ask you this…
Sheila Sovage: Yeah?
Dan Pants: What did you have for lunch today? But, together, at the same time. Baby food!
Sheila Sovage: Candy corn! What is happening?! What?!
[ the Bartender is stunned ]Dan Pants: This is…
Sheila Sovage: So, uh… so what is, uh… whoo! What is it that you do professionally, Dan Pants?
Dan Pants: I am an exotic… animal… coroner!
Sheila Sovage: You say it ain’t so!
Dan Pants: Why, what is your trade?
Sheila Sovage: Uh, I don’t work — I’m awaiting trial.
Dan Pants: Wow! Wow! It’s like you’re seeing things… and then… but, what I’m hearing… is she’s a woman and she has breasts and stuff!
Sheila Sovage: Hey, not me! I’m hearing my own voice saying, “I don’t care what he looks like, I have MASSIVE needs!”
Bartender: Hey! You… you know what I need? To get about four hours of sleep before my baby wakes up. So why don’t you guys just drink up, and go do it?
Dan Pants: Sounds like the Lightning Round has passed! Okay?
Sheila Sovage: What have you got?
Dan Pants: What religion are you?
Sheila Sovage: I’m a former Presybyterian minister.
Dan Pants: No way! Because I’m a WICCAN!!
Sheila Sovage: No!
Dan Pants: We’ve got SOMETHING…. this is such, uh… [ he points at her crotch ] This is CRAZY!!
Sheila Sovage: Oh, you are… you are doing stuff, Buster… and you are… looking ways…
Dan Pants: You are being here… and having limbs, all of them…
Sheila Sovage: Hey, can I say something from the heart, Dan Pants? You are so… the only man left here, Dan! And I LOVE that!
Dan Pants: And, all night, I’ve been over there. Remember? When I kept looking at you, and I was, like… “Eh…” But, now? Now, it’s like… “Her…? Okay.” It’s like, you know…?
Sheila Sovage: Yeah, you know what? This is where we dive deep, man! This is — there’s no turning back now. [ she puckers up ]
Dan Pants: May I kiss… my mouth upon your particular mouth… part of your face?
Sheila Sovage: Red Rover, Red Rover… you send that mouth right over!
[ they proceed to kiss and lick all over one another’s faces, much to the extreme horror of the Bartender ]Dan Pants: Wow. That, uh… that was unworkable.
Sheila Sovage: Yeah. I give it two vaginas down. [ she points her thumbs down ]
Dan Pants: Boy, I guess that’s that…
Sheila Sovage: Yep.
Dan Pants: We just have to do it Adam and Eve style without kissing!
Sheila Sovage: Yep.
Dan Pants: We;’ll go to your place to seal the deal. Let’s go.
Sheila Sovage: No, no… I am between places right now. We’re gonna have to go to your place.
Dan Pants: There is no such place.
Sheila Sovage: Okay. Then we will search until we find a spot or a nook with the least amount of broken glass, my friend.
Dan Pants: Great! Just hoist yourself upon my hips like a sack of groceries… and then we will leave this particular…
[ she jumps in his arms as he carries her out the door ]Sheila Sovage: [ to the Bartender ] Thank you!
[ once outside, they press themselves against the bar’s window and proceed to get busy, as the Bartender runs over and sprray paints the glass to cover the view ]Bartender: Hey, I don’t want to KNOW how that pans out!
[ fade ]