Betty… Amy Poehler
Jodi… Maya Rudolph
Caren… Tina Fey
[Starts with Bronx Beat with Betty & Jodi intro]
[cheers and applause]
Betty: Hello. Hi, hi, hi. Welcome to Bronx Beat. I’m Betty.
Jodi: I’m Jodi, you know that.
Betty: Yes, hello, hello. Welcome to our Christmas episode. Cheers to Christmas.
Jodi: Cheers to Christmas. Here you go. Cheers friend. Wait a minute, you put alcohol in this eggnog?
Betty: Of course, what do you think?
Jodi: I’m not having any, coz you know what? I gotta drive.
Betty: We all gotta drive. What? Everyone’s driving. We’re all gonna drive. So, it’s Christmas but not that you would know it coz every time you turn on your TV, what do you see? Bad news.
Jodi: Bad news. Gloom and doom. I’m sick of it. So stupid. It’s Christmas. Give me a break.
Betty: You know what I want for Christmas? No more bad news.
Jodi: Thank you. Yeah, it’s Christmas. You think Santa comes down your chimney? It’s ISIS.
Betty: I-yay-ISIS. Okay? ISIS. Enough! Take a day off. Go! Take a nap. Go for a walk. Do something nice. Go see a movie.
Jodi: Yea! Go see Star Wars.
Betty: Oh, my god! Enough! Enough. No. I don’t wanna watch Star Wars okay? May the force give me a break already. I’m saturated. Everywhere you look, it’s Star Wars and yogurts and soups and busters and backpacks and candy bars and soup.
Jodi: You know what? Not for me. Too many laser and blip bloops, it’s exhausting. Grow up.
Betty: There’s a giant talking dog in that movie. So dumb.
Jodi: Yeah, that’s why they call it a wookie.
Betty: A wookie. And his name is Chewy. You know what? I’m through-wy with Chewy.
Jodi: Yeah. Coz he’s a wookie.
Betty: A wookie?
Jodi: What the hell is a wookie?
Betty: A dog man that flies in plane. Pass!
Jodi: You know how they say. I’m sick of Star Wars and wookie? [starts gargling]
Betty: The only thing about space I’m more interested in is more counter space.
Jodi: Thank you.
Betty: Because my dumb husband takes it up will all those neutro-bullet.
Jodi: Ah! So dumb.
Betty: Makes these shapes.
Jodi: Shapes are dumb. My dumb husband. We’re laying in bed and he’s farting in asleep. And I’m blaming it on the dog. Dog looks at me and says, “Uh-uh, it’s that guy!”
Betty: Husbands are so dumb.
Jodi: [sobbing] But I love him. Farts and all. He farts like a dog but he makes love to me so gently. And we made four children.
Betty: Alright! Jodi, really, relax.
Jodi: I’m fine. I’m fine. Anyway, who cares? The three of our guests, who is it?
Betty: Alright. We know it wasn’t available coz of holiday, so I got my cousin Caren from Philly.
Jodi: Oh right, cousin Caren. I like her. She’s cute.
Betty: Yeah, she’s cute, right? She’s bring some warm home made Christmas ornaments. She’s gonna show it to us. She sells them on etzy whatever.
Jodi: Come on in.
Betty: Come on Caren. Hurry up now.
[Caren walks in]
[cheers and applause]
Okay, good to see you Caren. How are things in Philly?
Caren: Yeah, okay. I just got on clearing dead boy out of my yard. And maybe gang stuff, the take down is sure. My son Dave just started Roxy. How are yous?
Jodi: Oh, my god. Caren. I forgot what a beautiful accent you have. You sound fancy.
Betty: So classy.
Caren: Get out! Don’t be stupid.
Betty: I have always, always been jealous of that accent.
Jodi: I wish I had an accent.
Betty: Me too. I talk so boring. Okay, say things in Philly. Say water.
Caren: Water.
Jodi: What did she say?
Betty: Say water.
Caren: Water.
Jodi: What did she say?
Betty: Water!
Jodi: What’s she saying?
Betty: Say water.
Caren: Water. Yeah, water.
Jodi: So beautiful.
Betty: It’s like Downtown Abby.
Jodi: You talk like a beautiful fairy.
Betty: Yeah. So, what’s new in Philly?
Caren: Well, you know. My brother Dave and his friend Dave and their other friend Dave saw a guy beat a salvation army staying with an old car battery in a wild-wild parking lot. Philly is a war zone.
Betty: Okay. Caren, we don’t want anymore bad news.
Jodi: We are sick of bad news, Caren.
Caren: Okay, well this is kind of good news. On the other day, serial killer killed another serial killer in front of the liberty bell. So, that’s two less serial killers. In Philly, we call that a Christmas miracle.
Betty: You know what? The world has gone coo-coo. I don’t even drink coffee in the morning anymore. I go straight to wine.
Jodi: Yeah! I mean, come on! Seriously people, it’s Christmas. And it’s crazy. The traffic, [sobbing] I couldn’t get anywhere.
Betty: She’s crying about the traffic.
Jodi: The taxi driver, fair and a half just for going off a block. So stupid street!
Betty: Jodi. Why are you crying over traffic? Are you okay? You having crazy mood swings.
Jodi: Fine!
Caren: Do you want some water?
Jodi: Some what? Warder?
Betty: Hang on. I’m like Colombo over here. Look, you’re not drinking, your moods are all over the place.
Jodi: I’m fine.
Betty: Oh, my god. My gut is telling me something. Please tell me I’m wrong. Please tell me I’m wrong.
Jodi: You’re wrong. I’m pregnant. Ah! I have an eighteen year old going to the University of Marilyn and I have this ghost shop for a crib after this show.
Caren: Jodi, what a terrible news.
Betty: Terrible! Terrible news. But babies are a blessing.
Jodi: Babies are a blessing. I know. I love babies. And I love you guys. Merry Christmas.
Betty: I’m so happy for you. But let me tell you something. If I was pregnant, I would kill myself. Alright, we’re almost out of time. And I just realized, we never really looked at your ornaments, Caren.
Caren: Oh, okay. Yeah, here’s one. [Caren pulls out a instant noodle cup hung opposite to a thread.] I gotta be honest with you. They’re not great.
Betty: No, not at all.
Jodi: No, they are not.
Betty: They are not great. Don’t quit your day job.
Jodi: Yeah, just put it back int he box.
Betty: Put it back in the box. It’s offending me. Alright, so, Merry Christmas.
Jodi: Merry Christmas everybody. I gotta go. I gotta go get a crib.
[The End]