Justin Martindale

Oh, my God. Well, he just shot up in my estimation, I gotta say.

Oh, my God. Well, he just shot up in my estimation, I gotta say.

Well, you flew across the country and I'm assuming coach. Yes, I did. You weren't in Delta One back then. No, I'm not.

Well, you flew across the country and I'm assuming coach. Yes, I did. You weren't in Delta One back then. No, I'm not.

Middle seat, back row.

Middle seat, back row.

To be hushed by a flying monkey? By Chistory?

To be hushed by a flying monkey? By Chistory?

Seriously. Returns to screeching, jumping around.

Seriously. Returns to screeching, jumping around.

Yeah. I have no idea. He was just like, was it for you or was he hoping a casting director was in the audience? Yeah.

Yeah. I have no idea. He was just like, was it for you or was he hoping a casting director was in the audience? Yeah.

Please. Oh, no.

Please. Oh, no.

You tell us that after we've been riffing on him, making fun of him.

You tell us that after we've been riffing on him, making fun of him.

Fuck you. Do you know if he died doing what he loved? Stealing Broadway memorabilia? I don't know.

Fuck you. Do you know if he died doing what he loved? Stealing Broadway memorabilia? I don't know.

I know, right? Who got that in the estate sale? He probably was trying to sneak backstage and get something from Funny Girl and Lea Michele, stand her ground laws, shock him. Yeah, yeah, I know. This is so dark. We have to stop. Bad Dates.

I know, right? Who got that in the estate sale? He probably was trying to sneak backstage and get something from Funny Girl and Lea Michele, stand her ground laws, shock him. Yeah, yeah, I know. This is so dark. We have to stop. Bad Dates.

Neon.

Neon.

And now the very funny Justin Martindale.

And now the very funny Justin Martindale.

You were a baby.

You were a baby.

Oh, my God. Well, he just shot up in my estimation, I gotta say.

Well, you flew across the country and I'm assuming coach. Yes, I did. You weren't in Delta One back then. No, I'm not.

Middle seat, back row.

To be hushed by a flying monkey? By Chistory?

Seriously. Returns to screeching, jumping around.

Yeah. I have no idea. He was just like, was it for you or was he hoping a casting director was in the audience? Yeah.

Please. Oh, no.

You tell us that after we've been riffing on him, making fun of him.

Fuck you. Do you know if he died doing what he loved? Stealing Broadway memorabilia? I don't know.

I know, right? Who got that in the estate sale? He probably was trying to sneak backstage and get something from Funny Girl and Lea Michele, stand her ground laws, shock him. Yeah, yeah, I know. This is so dark. We have to stop. Bad Dates.

Neon.

And now the very funny Justin Martindale.

You were a baby.