Yet, and yet, it is important that I acknowledge ladies. You are absolutely right. There you go. And we gotta all be mindful of that, guys, because… this could have happened to any of us. It could of happened to me. I can see that. I see myself showing up, “Hi, I’m here for my three a.m. with Mr. Weinstein.”

“Hey, Harvey, I got your text. I’m here to talk about the script.”

“Seems like it’s going to be hard to read in candlelight, but I guess I could try.”

Sound like a fucking nightmare. Could you imagine that shit? Could you imagine you was in a business meeting and a motherfucker pulled their dick out?

In the middle of the meeting? I’d be like, “Yo! Yo, my man, that is the most unprofessional shit I’ve ever seen. In all my days.” [grunts] “Just let me finish, Dave Chappelle.” [grunts] “I’ll put you in all three Lord of the Rings. ”

Hurry up, n***a. I have other meetings, you know. I have a 4:30 a.m. at Brett Ratner’s house, and uh…I believe it’s a wardrobe fitting.

Wow. I mean, it is really bad out here, isn’t it? Kevin Spacey is out here, grabbing men by the pussy.

I didn’t even know that was possible. Jesus Christ. He got the guy from Star Trek: The Next Generation. That’s who he– that’s who he got. The last time. It sounded like he was more than that, but… that’s who– that’s who set it off. He was 14-years-old. And Kevin Spacey accosted him at a party, which I gotta say, by the way, just for the record, I went to a lot of parties in my day. Never been to a good one that had 14-year-old boys in it.

Not even when I was 13, you know what I mean.

Who was the kicker with a bunch of Hubba Bubba chewing n***as like… “I’m having a good time, n***a.” Yuck. Ironically, the kid grew up to be gay anyway. Which means… Kevin Spacey can sniff that shit out like a truffle pig. “Yeah, he’s one of me.” And not to victim blame, but it seems like the kind of situation that a gay 14-year-old would get himself into.