At some point I'll just make a novelty account for posting Bill Hicks...until then:

Thank you very much. I'm just trying to rid the world of all these fevered egos that are tainting our collective unconscious... and making us pay a higher psychic price than we imagine. In fact, that's how I pitched it to the networks exactly. I said, uh, "I'd like to do a show where I rid the world of all these fevered egos that are tainting our collective unconscious." And the guy at CBS said, "Will there be titty?" And, uh... I said, "Sure, I don't know, sure." Boom! A check falls in my lap and, uh... I'm a producer. I never knew it was that easy. All these years I've been trying to write scripts and characters and plots and stories that had meaning. "Will there be titty?" "Sure." Boom! I'm a... I'm a producer now. "Where have you been all our lives, boy? We've been looking for you in Hollywood. What are these titties gonna do?" "...jiggle?" "You're a fucking genius. Give him another check! I can't write enough checks for you. You've answered our prayers in Hollywood. Jiggling titties, you woulda thunk of it?"