MichaelBA

It is Eddie Murphy. The whole skit's pretty funny:

I got a question.

Why don't white people just leave the house
when there's a ghost in the house ?

Y'all stay in the house too f**kin' long.
Get the f**k out of the house !

Very simple: If there's a ghost
in the house, get the f**k out !

And not only did they stay in the house
with the poltergeist, they invite more people over !

Sitting around going: "Our daughter Carroll-Ann's
in the television set."

I would have been gone.

If I had a daughter, went down to the precinct and say

"Look man, I went home my f**king daughter's in the
t.v. set and I just f**king left."

You can have all this, I ain't going back
to the motherf**ker.

I just came down so when she ain't at the school
you don't think I killed the bitch or anything like that.

But she is inside the tv set you can have
all that shit. Thank you.

"Mr. Murphy didn't you try to save your daughter?"

Yeah, I'm a man, see I tried to save her
I turned the channels the shit didn't work.
I got the f**k out.

The kid was only four years old in the movie,
they couldn't have been to attached to her.

In the amityville horror the ghost
told them to get out of the house.

White people stayed in there. Now that's a hint
and a half for your ass.

A ghost say get the f**k out, I
would just tip the f**k out the door!

Lou Walker looked in the toilet bowl, the're was
blood in the toilet.

And said, "That's peculiar."

I would've been in the house saying:
"Oh baby this is beautiful."

"We got a chandelier hanging up here, kids
outside playing. Its a beautiful neighbourhood."

"We ain't got nuttin to worry,
I really love it this is really nice."

"GET OUT!"

"Too bad we can't stay, baby!"

He's got the bit between his teeth... all right!

Rob Willey

RIP, Richard. I'm really going to miss Mudbone's wisdom.

Rob

"That suits me down to the ground."

Dan McW

Thanks, Michael.

Henry Gale

My sister sent me this from sfgate.com

You can read the rest of it there....

" Comedian Richard Pryor gave Bay Area audiences plenty of opportunities to
see why he was the funniest stand-up of his time. Pryor, who died last
weekend of a heart attack after a long debilitating battle with multiple
sclerosis, played some of the most important performances of his career
around town.
One of his final public appearances as a stand-up comedian took place in
late October 1992 at the Circle Star Theater in San Carlos, a 3,000-seat
theater-in-the-round that was demolished years ago. Before it fell to the
wreckers' ball, it was the scene of many previous triumphs for Pryor,
including his first public performance after nearly burning himself to
death freebasing cocaine.
The Pryor who took the stage for that final show was already wasting away,
obviously weak and slightly disoriented. He shuffled slowly, painfully
down the aisle to the stage. But trapped inside the shriveling body was
the irreverent spirit and baldly self-eviscerating humor that had always
been his trademark. Wobbling on uncertain legs, he couldn't get the
audience to sit down after it greeted him with a standing ovation.
"I'm standing here," he said, "and I'm wondering how long before I f --
fall."