Shit Talk | S01E08 – Dinner Party


– Hey, girl. – Hey. – I’m just laying up the finishing touches. Damn, girl. You look fly. – Yeah, I do. -Yeah. – So, who’s all coming again? – No, I ‘m not saying just yet. – But I wanna know. – It’s a surprise. You will. – But I wanna know. – You will. – But I wanna know. – Surprise! – What the fuck is this? – I am so sorry. She’s clearly very
surprised. Um… Ray, please. Remember how you always say if you could have a dinner party and you’d invite three famous people it would be a young Harrison Ford, Freddie Mercury, and Oscar Wilde? Well, …Tadaa. – I don’t always say that… – I hired three immersive actors. I couldn’t remember all of the names on your list. But now wish I had brought some bad-ass women. But, now you can ask these guys all the things you’ve always wanted. – I am so uncomfortable right now. – Be yourself, everyone else is taken. – Oh, boy… – Come on everyone. Sit down. Don’t be shy. – How long did you say you hired them for? – All night. – Wonderful. – Aren’t you going to ask them something? – Right. Yes. Of course. Harrison- – You know, sometimes I amaze even myself. – Good. For you. Um, I guess, what was it
like working with the amazing Carrie Fisher? – We all have big changes in our lives that are more or less a second chance. – Eee. This is so cool. – Right, okay. So you’re saying she made a big change in your life? – It’s not wise to upset a wookee. – Are you calling Carrie a wookee? – I got my diploma from Ealing College of
Art, in graphics and illustration. – Really? So how did you end up in Queen? – Just watch Bohemian Rhapsody and find out. – Oh, hush! Spoilers. – I always knew I was a star. And now, the
rest of the world seems to agree with me. – I’m sorry I can’t do this. This is such bullshit You always get to be Freddie. – Not now, George. We’ll talk about this later. This is my gig, so I get first dibs. – Apologies ladies, Harrison seems a little bit grumpy today. – I’m sensing a bit of healthy competition here. So, Freddie, are you still writing music? – He’s dead, Sav. – I’m just a musical prostitute, my dear! – Wow. – I was never too keen on the British music press. They’ve called us a supermarket hype, and they even used to suggest that we didn’t write our own songs. – No way. Are you serious? – Forgive her. She’s foreign and didn’t really grow up with Queen. – You just get all the best lines. Whilst James and I just sit here sounding like assholes or not saying anything at all. It’s not fair. People only wanna talk to
you anyway since your freakin’ movie came out. – Not now, George. We’ll talk about this later. – No. You always say that. ‘We’ll talk
about this later’ and we never do. Let’s talk about it now. – Please don’t… – No, please do. – You can be anything you want to be, if you just turn yourself into anything you think you could be. I like to surround myself by splendid things. – I don’t do celebrity endorsements. – Well dullness is a disease. – I am not a poster boy! – Okay, guys… – This is fucking brilliant. – Oscar. Oscar? Oscar. How are you? – We are all in the gutter, but some of us
are looking at the stars . – I regret this.This is weird. – This is amazing. – I won’t be a rockstar. I will be a legend. – Yeah, okay no. This is over. Stop. You guys can all leave now. – Wait. Um, …we’re still getting paid though, right? – Get out. – Well done, George. – Oh, fuck off , Sam. – I should have invited Rosa Parks, Anne Frank, and Billy Holiday. – So, are we getting paid? – Shut up, Oscar.

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