All he has to do is take that machine, hook it up to the Clapper, and let those people clap themselves to death. They clap on, but they don't clap off.
Last weekend, I went to my family reunion. And you people know, family reunions is that time when you come face to face with your family tree, and you realize some branches need to be cut.
Now that's an extreme religion: Amish. Oh my God, it's against their religion -- it's a sin for them -- to ride in a car. Then I heard an Amish guy got hit and killed by a car. Isn't that ironic? That would be like a Jewish person being...
My nephew wanted me to get him some of those pump up basketball shoes, costs $150. I'm sorry, people, but I'm not gonna pay $150 for shoes that I gotta pump that don't pump back.