Jamie Kennedy onstage ripping a heckler

I was in San Jose today,

and I was taking a walk around,

and I had something to eat.

And um, you have really interesting,

uh, waitress service here.

A woman took my order at this diner,

and when she was done.

Woman in audience: "SERVER!

Their called servers."

Audience: OOOOOOOH

Wow, um, a woman who's
proud to be a waitress.

That's uh,

that's wierd.

When I see them I just say hey bitch,

um, hi.

*fart noise in mic*

No but is that what they call them,

at T.G.I. Friday's.

COME ON!

I can keep going all night.

No, I'm just kidding.

So I saw a server?

Woman: "Ya."

Is that what they are?

Well I'd like you to serve
your mouth shut.

Serve you up these nuts!

O wait, can I keep going?

Can I keep going?

Can I keep going?

Just kdding, I'm just saying,

seriously,

I bet your chicken fingers are off the hook.

Uh, where do I- where do you serve?

Woman: "I don't serve."

"I'm a nanny."

She had to fucking interrupt,

the taping of my fucking show,

Not just the show,
the actual taping of my show.

To say "SERVER!"

and I go where do you serve.

and she goes I'm not a server I'm a nanny.

and when the fuck did you become

fucking super serve defender of all crime.

Why did that make you so god damn mad?

Are we done?