You know what's hilarious? A cocktail of misogyny and racism, mixed with a dollop of anti-Semitism and a dash of general body hatred.
Not Dean Edwards: Igor, man. Where'd you get that brain?
Jesse Eisenberg: Ah, from a woman who had just died.
Not Dean: What kind of woman?
Jesse: She worked at the DMV.
Not Dean: And what about the fingernails?
Jesse: From a cashier at Walgreens.
Not Dean: And where did you get the mouth?
Jesse: From a ho who didn't know her place.
The sketch continues:
Jesse: Master, I don't understand. Why doesn't he just tell her he's the man, and that she should do as he says?
Not Dean: You ever been with a sista?
Jesse: No.
Not Dean: Then you wouldn't understand.
Jesse: I've just been with Jewish girls.
Not Dean: Then you kinda understand.
Jesse: Yes.
Jesse Eisenberg, do you kiss you bubbe with that mouth? Speaking of bubbes, I should give a shout-out to my own: Hello! Thank you for reading. :) Who am I kidding? My grandmother doesn't read my blog. She doesn't even own a computer.
If only Igor and Dr. Frankenstein and his monster could find some more docile women to associate with, for example, some imaginary Asian women who will blow them in public bathrooms. I'm just saying.
Just when I was feeling happy about being me. But yet again, in the words of Joan Holloway, "No matter how powerful we get around here, they can just draw another cartoon."
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