Rebecca: Oh! It's that comedian I was telling you about.
[she turns up the volume on her television, which is showing an odd-looking man performing stand-up comedy]
Rebecca: See this bit, it's the absolute worst.
Joey McCobb, the Stand Up Comic: [on the TV] Just because I still live with my mother people think I'm peculiar. So what if she's been dead for 15 years?
Rebecca: See? It's barely even a joke.
Joey McCobb, the Stand Up Comic: Well, it's like I always say, take my life... please!
[he bows and his audience applauds]
TV Announcer: Joey McCobb, the weee-irdest man in showbusiness!
Enid: If he's so weird, how comes he's wearing Nikes?
[she switches the TV off]
Enid: Joey McCobb is our God.
Rebecca: I wanna do him.
Enid: I bet. Actually, he kind of reminds me of that one guy you went out with, Larry. God, what look was he going for, a gay tennis player from the '40s?
Rebecca: Fuck you.
Enid: You dated him.