Is this a generation of orphans who are going to the improv to do stand-up?

In my writers' room, which is mostly men, I get a lot of questions like "What would be the quickest way to pass as a seemingly normal guy between the ages of twenty-five and forty years old?"

Live performance really terrifies me. I haven't done it, really, in years. I think that's why I retired from my brief career in stand-up.

Elizabeth Kennedy is so chic. Her gowns have such structure, I feel like a work of art.

You should know I disagree with a lot of traditional advice. For instance, they say the best revenge is living well. I say it’s acid in the face—who will love them now?

Is this a generation of orphans who are going to the improv to do stand-up?

I guess nothing puts a damper on a one-night stand as much as your friend pointing out all the opportunities where you might have been killed.