Transcript (en)

You're my annual birthday save. Don't come any closer. Life is a precious gift to throw yours away. It'd be a real slap in the Lord's face, don't you think? You don't want to go to hell for all eternity, do you? I'm Jewish. All right, well, regardless, just step back from the ledge, please. Yeah, that's good. Just don't be afraid of the Zoom. You're not Roger Deakins. Mike, frame up. He could be flying down any second. Yeah, I'd do that. Oh, fuck. Come on, look. I'm here now. If you jump, I'm just going to fly down and save you anyway. It's all futile and... Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. It's my birthday. Shit. You probably don't know this because you're a Jew. Jesus wasn't born on the 25th of December. That was piggybacked off a pagan festival, and guess what? Today not my birthday either Nope Don know when it is but sure as hell ain today this was just chosen for me by a marketing department I mean, I can't even have a birthday at all. I wasn't born. It was just poured out of a fucking test tube. Immaculate conception. I know exactly how he must have felt. Jesus. You give and you give. You give your whole fucking life. And what happens? People just tear you down. Why do people destroy their gods? How is it fair that you get saved while a beautiful, perfect god gets killed? You know what, Chelsea? I think you should jump. I don't think I want to. You don't want to? Why don't you show a little follow-through, Chelsea? Jump. Please. I just want to get down. I'm not suggesting anymore. Jump. Oh, please. Oh, God. Oh, God. No, no, no. No, God. The only man in the sky is me. The fuck did she bite off her own tongue? Storm from a million-dollar baby herself. It was horrible. Oh, son. Oh, God. Oh, God.