Saturday Night Live Transcripts
Season 38: Episode 19
Manager: Alright, uh — Listen up, team! Before we open up the store today, I want to huddle up. Everybody, huddle up, please! [ the employees, wearing different colored shirts, gather round ] Okay. Uh, Jim, you want to come out here, please real quick?[ Jim, wearing a red M&M costume, ambles in ]
Manager: Now, our new greeter, Jim, here, had a real rough firsy day yesterday, okay? I mean, that goes without saying, right, Jim?
Jim: That’s right.
Manager: Mmm-hmm. Uh — Now, he said some things that wer VERY offensive, but he… he’s asked for a chance to apologize. so we’re gonna let him. Uh, Jim? Why don’t you go ahead.
Jim: Thank you. [ he clears his throat ] So, uh, look — There was a lot of name-calling yesterday. I know you didn’t like any of the names I called you, and I certainly didn’t like the names you called me, like, uh… “Racist Jim”, and “Jim the Bigot.” So… I want to apologize to each of you individually, and ask for your forgiveness. Forst of: Noreen. I know that all day, I continuously referred to you as the wrong type of Indian. But I want to get it right — please tell me one last time which kind you are… and I SWEAR I’ll never ask you again.
Noreen: I’m Pakistani.
Jim: And… is that the name of your tribe, or…?
Noreen: It’s a country!
Noreen: It just is!
Jim: No, I was saying Hello.
Manager: No, come on. Let’s stay focused, Jim. Okay? Come on, push through.
Jim: Eddie… My dear, dear Mexican friend. Let’s see… Mi espanol es bueno…
Eddie: No, no — I speak English.
Jim: Oh, thank God! Okay, good. So, look — Listen, I called you “Dirty” a lot yesterday, and I…
Eddie: You did.
Jim: I did. And, yet… Im a total slob. I mean… maybe I dont deserve to be in this country, either.
Eddie: I was born in Minnesota, Racist Jim.
Jim: [ to the manager ] And we’re back to name-calling again! This is what I’m talking about!
Manager: I know, I know… Just, come on, Jim, we gotta keep it moving. Come on.
Jim: Okay, moving on — I definitely should apologize to our gays.[ the two employees Jim signals out give him quizzical looks ]
Jim: Gentlemen… [ he shakes his head ] The thought of what you guys do really makes me sad. And I know I made that abundantly clear — often, through song — but then I got home, and I felt… Well… my wife is really ugly. Hell, she might as well be a dude! So maybe we ain’t that different, you know? Why don’t we just bury the hatchet? [ he stares at Noreen ] No offense. [ she looks at him curiously ] And, guys… gays. Let me be the first to say: I support whatever you want to do, as long as it’s behind closed doors.
Kyle: We’re not…
Rob: Thank you! [ he shrugs his shoulders at Kyle ]
Jim: But it’s entirely possible that I owe the biggest apology… to Black Joe.
Joe: It’s just Joe. There are no other Joes that work here! I mean, even if there were, you know…
Jim: You were certainly the recipient of some of my low moments in that three-hour shift. I don’t know what I feel worse about: How often I asked to touch your hair… or when I pointed to that brown M&M and yelled: “Hey, look, everyone — it’s Black Joe!”
Joe: That one actually kind of made me laugh!
Jim: Uh, I wasn’t finished with my list. Please dont talk over me. This is not a movie theater. You also seemed offended at my many attempts to connect with you through music. [ singing ] “Swing low…”[ Joe attempts to rush Jim, but is held back by everyone ]
Manager: Come on! Come on!
Jim: Okay. Yeah, yeah… okay, we should about wrap up this pow-wow. [ to Noreen ] I am so sorry![ Noreen shakes her head in disgust ]
Jim: And, finally… there was Christina. Yuo probably don’t remember, Christina, but… yesterday I grabbed your boob pretty hard in the break room, while squeezing an air horn.
Christina: I remember, Racist Jim.
Jim: See, but you gotta admit — there’s nothing racist about that exchange whatsoever, right?
Manager: Mmm-hmm… mmm-hmm…
Christina: Yeah, except that you said that my BUTT was “Puerto Rican”… but that my boobs “didn’t get the memo.”
Manager: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah… Okay, we got it. We should open up the store. Uh, Jim — you’re obviously fired, okay?
Jim: What?! Are you positive about this?
Manager: Oh yeah, absolutely, yeah!
Jim: You don’t have no reservations? [ to Noreen ] Again, I am so sorry!
Manager: No, it’s time to go, Jim.
Jim: Well, tell me this — Am I eligible for unemployment, or is that just for you know who?
Manager: Okay… okay. Come on, let’s go! Let’s go! [ he pushes Jim out, then turns to his staff ] Come on, let’s sell some candy![ fade ]