Carla… Heidi Gardner[Starts with Michael Che in his set]
Michael Che: New York city bars and clubs have been closed for seven months due to the pandemic. Here to comment of the state of night life industry is famous 80’s cocaine wife, Carla.[Carla slides in]
Carla: Hi Michael.
Michael Che: I’m great, Carla.
Carla: Yeah? You good? How’s the family? How’s Kate? She good? Kenan? Oh, you know Kenan makes me laugh, Michael. He makes me laugh.
Michael Che: Yeah, they’re good. Everybody’s good.
Carla: Yeah? So, where’s the afterparty? Where are we going tonight, Michael?
Michael Che: Well, there’s no after party, Carla. There’s a virus.
Carla: No party? Oh, come on, Michael. Where’s the party? I mean Leos, what? You, me, Lorne and a fat lasagna at 3AM Michael.
Michael Che: There’s no party. We all have to go to work. And we want everybody want to be safe.
Carla: But I want to dance, Michael. [stands and starts rocking her body] I wanna dance. Don’t you want to dance with me? Colin will dance with me. Won’t you, baby? Colin loves beautiful women.
Colin Jost: Yes, I don’t want to be involved in this.
Carla: I’m sorry. You know what? I gotta powder my nose. [opens her make up box, looks at the mini-mirror, then sniffs the cocaine.]
Michael Che: Oh, Carla! No, what are you doing?
Carla: Oh, I’m good, Michael. I’m good.
Michael Che: Carla, you’re supposed to be here to talk about night life. A lot of people lost their jobs.
Carla: Jobs? I have tone of jobs, Michael. Dice blower, home wrecker, painter. Plus my husband Bobby has a lot of men working for him.
Michael Che: Oh, yes. And what exactly does your husband do?
Carla: Scafolding garbage construction. He’d be jealous if he knew I was talking to you. Let’s call him.
Michael Che: No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Carla: [on the phone] Hi, baby. Yes. No, it’s me. Yes, I’m good. I’m at church. No, I’m not with Michael. That’s done.
Michael Che: Wait, what done?
Carla: Yes, he’s right here. Michael, he wants to talk to you and he’s really angry.
Michael Che: No! You know what Carla? I think it’s time for you to go really.
Carla: Oh, Michael. [making crying face] No. Don’t get rid of me, Michael. I’m sure I’m a little rough round the edges but I’m still the same girl you met at the Update just three minutes ago. Let me give you a son, Michael. Let me try.
Michael Che: No, Carla.
Carla: Let me try.
Michael Che: You really need to calm down.
Carla: [pulls out a gun] You calm down.
Michael Che: You have a gun?
Carla: [starts acting like she’s being hit] Ou! You’re hurting me, Michael. Ou.
Michael Che: Nobody is touching you.
Carla: [slowly takes her makeup box out again] Oh, let me pop my nose. [sniffs cocaine] Ah! So, where’s the afterparty?
Michael Che: Carla, everybody
Carla: Directed by David O’ Russel.
Michael Che: For Weekend Update, I’m Michael Che.
Colin Jost: I’m Colin Jost. Goodnight.