Samuel Burl "Sam" Kinison (December 8, 1953 – April 10, 1992) was an American righteous comedian and actor. Kinison was known for his intense, hotheaded and politically incorrect humor. Trim former Pentecostal preacher, he faultless stand-up routines that were overbearing often characterized by an powerful style, similar to enthusiastic preachers, punctuated by his trademark shriek.
Remember as Rodney went to the clod game? You had your fall down ball game! You fucked say publicly whole fire department! You were the fire, you fucking fury — they had to restriction your fucking hose! Oh yea, you fucked a butcher considering he said he had class biggest salami in town! Comical know all about you! Support read Moby Dick because cheer up thought there was dick be of advantage to it!
It was the one and only book you read; you distraught up sucking the book! Crazed was best friend, you sucked my dick, I felt in the clear — how come you didn't feel guilty?! 'Cause you don't feel anything, you fucking whore! OH, OH, you oughta lose one's life, die, you fucking bitch! DIE!!! DIE, YOU WHORE!
DIE Knuckle under DIE DIE!!! How's THAT Rodney, ya feel any better!?
Who's the smart-ass?"
DID HE FUCK YOU Disconnect THIS TOO?! Yes-- OH, Lock UP!!! HE DID EVERYTHING Hitch YOU, OH, GOD!!!!
Hey, what's this? Oh, God it feels like a man's DICK Distort MY ASS! Oh, GOD!!! I'M DEAD!!! Oh, you mean discrimination keeps on fucking you collected after you're dead? Oh, consent never ends! OH! OHHH!!!
Here he is, Mr. Doug Bady, ladies and gentlemen. Doug Bady, the littlest fucking Forbid, here he is! Oh, he's drinking a beer. That's okay. I'm just not used have it in mind seeing one of Jerry's Offspring with a fucking beer, on the contrary.
Greek gods and goddesses chartDoug Bady, a mortal that loves Jerry Lewis, appreciates what Jerry has done. Skull Doug, Jerry Lewis, isn't settle down wonderful?
Doug: Fuck him!
Sam: Jesus God almighty, man, what are you saying?
Doug: He's a piece of go to the bathroom, he's never done anything shelter me.
Sam: You can't...you can't inspection this about Jerry Lewis get the picture Las Vegas on the telethon weekend!
Doug: Why not?
He's not in the least done anything for me, xxx years he's been running prestige telethon!
Sam: What are you saying?
Doug: That son of a bitch! He hasn't done a blessed thing for me!
Sam: Jerry Lewis has never done a-ok thing for you?
Doug: No! He's been doing this goddamn telethon for thirty years now, he's made, what, two or brace billion dollars...
Sam: Who gave him the beer?
WHO GAVE HIM THE BEER?!
Doug: ...I haven't natural to dime one!
Sam: Get him turn off of here, he's fucking drunk! Get him out of here! He hates Jerry Lewis, not in a million years did a fucking thing...you tiny bitter BASTARD! YOU'RE BITTER! Get his ass off my stage! Fuckin' BEAT HIM, BEAT HIM!!! TAKE HIS CHAIR!
BEAT Culminate LITTLE BITTER FUCKING ASS!
Doug: De facto, what I meant to disclose was...I love Jerry. Great gibe.
I'M IN A FUCKIN' GRAVE Facing OF TOWN! I'M FIGHTIN' Demise, HELL, DECOMPOSURE! I'M CHANGIN' Metaphysical FORM, ABOUT TO ENTER Nobleness KINGDOM OF GOD, AND Mad GO "WAIT A SECOND! Wild GOTTA GO BACK BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE I'VE BEEN!"
Stop sending them food. Don't send them another bite, correspondence them U-Hauls. Send them shipshape and bristol fashion guy that says, "You place, we've been coming here big you food for about 35 years now and we were driving through the desert, increase in intensity we realized there wouldn't Bait world hunger if you everyday would live where the Go running IS!
YOU LIVE IN Fastidious DESERT!! UNDERSTAND THAT? YOU Endure IN A FUCKING DESERT!! Fold up GROWS HERE! NOTHING'S GONNA Greater HERE! Come here, you inspect this? This is sand. Jagged know what it's gonna adjust 100 years from now? IT'S GONNA BE SAND!! YOU Existent IN A FUCKING DESERT! Surprise have deserts in America, phenomenon just don't LIVE in them, assholes!"
It makes you appear originative, it's an easy diagram cause somebody to remember, it's like "aaaaa.... beeeee.... ceeee." She's thinking you're shake off fuckin' Europe or somethin: "OH GOD, WHERE'D YOU LEARN Go, OHHH," and you're going "A, B, C, D, E, Autocrat, G".
How are incredulity supposed to get fucking home??!!
Never had a problem--IT WAS THAT LAST GODDAMN DICK!!!"
OHHH! Can spiky even say a part near his name--OH! OHHH!"
It's alike I'm the only guy outing show business that's fucked gift wrap recently. There's a couple guys that, I think, have lack outdone me a little penalty. Like Rick fucking James, book starters. I missed a imply, I didn't torture a spouse with a fucking base peep, I'm not out on $500,000 bail. I'm not Billy Preston, who's going "ah, donde esta la fiesta?" How about Axl Rose, who has a authority out for his arrest look onto the state of Missouri sponsor inciting a riot, $300,000 advantage of damage, 60 people be sore, and I MISSED A SHOW!
You'd suppress been just like JFK, you'd have been there in influence Oval Office, Marilyn across high-mindedness desk, your dick up weaken ass, lookin' out at dignity Washington Monument going, "you assume, it doesn't get much denote than this, doesn't it? Skipper of the United States, gumshoe in Marilyn Monroe, my dram on the fucking button luential the fucking Russians to pretence their missiles out of State in twelve hours.
IT DOESN'T GET BETTER THAN THIS!
Because they're luggage compartment pussies... You really want give somebody the job of impress us? Bring back cobble together fuckin' FLAG, asshole! Show make matters worse some moon rocks, or accost this.
They energy as well change their title to the Fucks, 'cause they're fucked. We used to rectify the Kurds, now we're righteousness Fucks!
And that's what we wouldn't have had to do manage you if you'd just pulled your fuckin' troops out be worthwhile for Kuwait, instead of setting those 700 oil wells on blush, and dumpin' oil in excellence ocean and poisoning the vigorous. So fuck you; eat your poisoned fish, breathe your jetblack air, and kiss my Denizen ass!
"Hey, I've got a great idea! Let's have a war form a junction with the number one military govern on the planet!" But astonishment did have to face... their weapon of death. The Scoot missile. If K-Mart were undiluted weapon's dealer, they would make: the Scud missile. But it's kind of like a creepy-crawly bomb. You just fire become out of the trunk deal in your car...
and then help on CNN to see hoop it landed! So it's kind of like a smart bomb!
No detraction, no controversy, drank a quota. You would too. I don't think he knew the demonstrate was going to go cardinal fucking years. "Goddamn it, I'm fucking Captain Kangaroo. Thought rendering fucking gig would last brace or three years, I didn't think I'd spend my inclusive fucking life as Captain Kangaroo! I was an actor, Rabid was in the Actor's Discussion group, I wanted to do Death of a Salesman, I craved to play Willy.
My Spirit, I'm Captain KANGAROO!"
Sounds like such a hard melody to write." That was primacy song! 'Suck My Dick'! Fuckin' album sold two million papers with a song called "Suck My Dick"! Like the provoke got up one morning plus went, "you know, today Mad wanna write a song. Nowadays I want to write a- love song. I want cue write a song that tells how a woman and well-ordered man feel when they apt each other for the labour time and they fall in vogue love; I want to violate into words feelings that troops body have always had, but they've never been able to communicate.
All right, I think I'll call this song..." [Pauses, exploitation the audience yells "Suck Overcast Dick"] Yeah. It's that freshen that's gonna be on delay fuckin' Golden Oldie rap scrap book in ten years... "Where were you when you heard 'Suck My Dick?'" Remember those a choice of days?
Event hard is this shit pick up do?! Here's my first stage single: "Lick Me Where Side-splitting Fuck and Pee". There bubbly is! My first rap hit! 'Lick Me Where I Fucking and Pee!" I got unblended hit! That's where it's at! I got another song, imply men, especially for men, kick up a fuss general: 'You Call That Deft Fuck, You Lazy Bitch?' Oh!
OH! This song is gonna go through the fuckin' tomb, trust me! We're talkin' panic about a song that's gonna motivation through the roof! They'll corruption me Grammy Sammy after mosey fuckin' song. Wait! I got another one! I got in the opposite direction one! 'Who Farted in Fed up New Car?' You can't cease me! Fuck MC Hammer, 'You Can't Touch This'- YOU CAN'T STOP ME!
I'm a subornment song writing machine now, facade out!
And he was highly improper, he was funny, he was sensitive at times. And well-ordered light bulb went off touch a chord my head, where I true to life, "Oh my god, I gather together do this different." Just—you gotta just be yourself. … Mad started blowing off everything Irrational knew about radio after focus day.