This week, on The Banana Shake, Tom Lombardi chats with the Seriousness With Which 'Crash' Takes Itself.
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Hope y'all enjoyed the Oscars, folks. How're you feeling, William "B" Safire? I saw you last night sippin' Alizé with Three 6 Mafia at the Vanity Fair party.
[breaking into song] It's hard out here for a columnist . . .
Do you remember spilling punch all over Spielberg's tux?
Son, word of advice: When a party ends, don't say yes to night surfin' with Jessica Alba and Patrick Swayze.
You mean post-party you were all Point Break and shit?
More like Point Krunk, Jack!
Well, let's get to our guest, shall we? Ladies and Gentlemen, the Seriousness With Which Crash Takes Itself.
[heavy-handed cheering]
I just want to say how important this win was for the human race.
Uh . . . sure. So. You read my novel?
I did. [polite pause] Now, I don't want to judge, but——to be perfectly honest, I don't get it, what's the message?
That's the point! There is no message.
[chanting] Crash really sucked! Crash really——
Hey cut that out! You know damn well this Flog treats each guest with equality and fairness.
Unlike the Best Picture Award?
Clooney, my man. Now, TSWWCTI, if you don't mind the acronym, is there a particular speech you have prepared?
I'd like to say NO THANK YOU to racism and bigotry. And a warm thank you to awareness and diversity and Paul——
Haggis for scribing like a Hallmark staff writer?
[hootin' and high-fivin' each other]
Oh no you didn't!
What have you written you fucking guinea!?!
It's that really, really angry cop from Crash who, in one scene exhibits hatred toward a black couple and then ten minutes later, through the grace of unabashed contrivance, is saving the woman of that couple from a burning car.
Dawg, ask how many takes he did on that scene where he felt up that ho's crotch?
Listen here, Safire! My father hired several black people as——
[gun shot]
Thanks, Ennis! Hey man, sorry about the Best Picture Award.
Sar 'bout what?
[impersonating Ennis] This Oscar guy. If word gets out. If the show airs wide. He'll get us all killed.
[laughing] You kill me, B!
You going to take that from him, Officer Ryan, huh? You going to be a pussy all your life?
Baby, cut me some slack. The cowboy fucking shot me.
I'm not going to sit here and watch you get ridiculed on some Flog by——
Please. Lombardi's a bottom feeder. I got hemorrhoids bigger than that guido's bank account.
Excuse me, I happen to be a rejected novelist!
I happened to fall down the stairs today. When my maid helped me up, I suddenly realized I've been an angry person my entire life.
[rolling his eyes]
You see, Mr. Lee, amid all this hatred, she experienced an epiphany——
You call me ecstasy dealer!
Excuse me, but I've never "called" anyone anything.
You fucking liar!!! You cheater!!!
It's that irate Persian store owner who accuses everyone of crossing him.
[brewing up hatred]
[toying with his Trio] Dawg, Alba and Lohan are goin' to Quentin's crib later on. I'll hollah back a text right quick.
Sure thing, B! I'll bring my novel.
This is LA, son. You don't read, you drive.
Right, B. Well, good night and good luck, folks.
You call my daughter good fuck? I kill you!!!
This Flog is just socially irresponsible. I am appalled and offended.
[hugging, kissing, punching]
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