Last Christmas, man, I got the worst gift a guy ever gave me. He gave me a lottery ticket. You ever get that for a gift? Man, what a stinkin' gift that is, huh? You know, what's a guy even thinking there, right?
"Here you go. Nothing! Merry Christmas! It's nothing! From me to you- not anything!"
You know, unless it wins, then it's something. But let's face it- if you give a guy a lottery ticket, you know, you don't want it to win. What kind of ****ing nightmare would that be, y'know? Imagine that, you get a call a week after Christmas there?
You go, "Hey, Fred. What's happening there? Yeah, I remember that ticket I gave you. Fourteen million bucks, eh? (Anguished laughter) Aha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha aha ha ha (voice cracking) Good for you, Fred, yeah. No, I'm happy over here, no, I. Listen- what'd you get me again there, Fred, I- I can't remember what you got me, I- I know I got you the fourteen million, but I can't. I can't remember for the life of- Oh, yeah- the cup! Yeah, I remember now. Yes, thanks for asking, I'm enjoying the cup there. I, uh- had some tea out of it the other day there, and, uh- some coffee, I'm hoping to have some soup there and, uh. Guess there's no chance of that cup skyrocketing in value at all, eh? No, I guess that's the sensible you. Well, I gotta go now, Fred. I gotta go apply a shard of glass to my throat. Okay, goodbye."