Hannah Einbinder: Everything Must Go (2024) | Transcript

Hannah Einbinder, acclaimed for her Emmy-nominated role in "Hacks," brings her stand-up prowess to the forefront with "Everything Must Go," her debut comedy special that showcases her comedic talents.
Hannah Einbinder: Everything Must Go

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You may be seated.

(laughter) You know, when some comedians start off their set, they will say something like, “Let me tell you a little bit about me.” Well, this… is my version… of that.

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(cool voice) My mother had me when she was 42. (laughter) Because before that age, she was… busy.

(laughter) See, my mother made the money in our house. She was 12 years older than my father and refused… to legally marry him. (laughter) What does being a woman mean to me? (haughty scoff) It means being a man. (laughter, cheering) In our house, when Mother kissed us goodnight, she kissed us twice.

(laughter) Once for the evening and… once to make up for not being there the next day. (laughter) But don’t fret on me, Los Angeles, no. See, I was raised by my real mom. Mi madre real. (laughter) Gloria Lopez Cabrera.

(scattered cheers)

That’s right, she taught me everything that I know. She is the reason why when I burn my hand, instead of saying, “Ow!” I say, (hisses) “Ay!” (laughter, applause) But let’s go back even further. The year was 1995, and Mommy and Daddy wanted a boy. So genetic engineers sorted through my father’s… genetic material… (laughter) and eliminated all of the sperm with the XX “female” chromosomes. (scattered laughs) All but one. (laughter) Nine months later, Mama’s little boy arrived a girl as a reminder to my parents that if they wanted to play god, they’d have to deal with the devil herself.

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(song ends) (applause dies down) (normal voice) So that’s why when people ask me if it’s tough being a female comedian so outnumbered by men, I just tell them, “Baby, this ain’t my first fuckin’ rodeo.”

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Let’s begin.

(laughter) Anybody ever done DMT? (laughter, cheering) Alright… For those of you who don’t know, DMT is a psychedelic chemical released in all of our brains… (snaps) when we die. Say what you will about the guy, nice of God to sprinkle that in there, huh? He was like, “Yeah, you know, unfortunately, human beings, you guys do, eventually…”


(laughter) “…have to die. But, uh…” (exhales) “…right before you do… “you’re gonna fucking live.”

(laughter, cheering) Me, I don’t do drugs much anymore because I smoked Los Angeles chronic marijuana four-plus times a day during vital stages of my brain’s development.

(laughter) So I am what scientists and doctors have referred to in several articles and medical journals as… “ruined.” And my friends, they try to get me to do mushrooms and acid with them. They say… that it will expand my mind. (scattered laughter) (louder laughter) Okay, one time I saw a spider’s web with drops of rainwater caught in it, and I stared at it so long, I was one hour and 45 minutes late to work.


My boss said, “Hannah, this is unacceptable. I expect more from you.” I said, “Miss Valdez… “who told you to do that? “We work at a coffee shop in the epicenter “of West Hollywood elitist douchebaggery. “I serve one purpose in this establishment. “I boost the morale -“of the other baristas.

(laughter) “I’m comic relief, baby. “Nothin’ more, nothin’ less. “So do you want me to be on time, “Or do you want me to prevent Victoria from murdering the third lead on a CW show?” (laughter) (applause) And second of all… and most importantly… the spider’s web is more than just a habitat for the spider. It is designed by nature as a mechanism for death, designed to kill, but what finds itself trapped in the spider’s web but water, the essence of life? (laughter) I looked up from the spider’s web and saw the sun shining through a leaf on a tree, causing it to wither and fall to the earth dead, where, ironically, the tree couldn’t have grown in the first place were it not for the very same sun responsible for the leaf’s death. If I do acid, I will never come back.


(applause, cheering) (audience dies down) When I die, and I plan to, I am going to donate my body to science, so they can study the effects drug use has had on my brain. But mostly, if I’m being honest, ‘cause I think those nerds deserve to see a 10 naked in the flesh for once, am I right?

(laughter) (applause, cheering) I smoked all that weed to take the edge off of the 40 milligrams of Adderall I took every day for six years. And I’m pretty excited. The neurodivergentissance is upon us, folks!


ADHD is hot right now, y’all. Woo, ADHD Army, baby!


Worst army ever. Everybody’s setting their alarm for p.m. instead of a.m., they missed the damn battle!

(laughter, applause) The sergeant’s like, “Maggots!

What was I just talkin’ about?”

(laughter) Here’s what I think. I think the gross overprescription of amphetamine-based stimulants to increase productivity under capitalism has tricked people into thinking that everyone has ADHD, when really, most people just hate their jobs and need to be high on drugs to do them.



(applause, cheering) And when you have ADD and ADHD, everyone in your life will tell you that you should… meditate.

(laughter) In an attempt to gain some sense of mental control. But, because I have ADHD, every time I try to meditate, the inside of my brain sounds like this.

(meditation music playing)

(laughter) (scattered laughter) (scattered laughter) ♪ Here we go ♪ (“The Hamster Dance Song” playing) (laughter, applause)

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(“Bodies” by Drowning Pool playing)

(laughter) ♪ Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the… ♪ ♪ Floor! ♪

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So I don’t do it. (applause, cheering) Last week, after 15 years of seeing my therapist, she suggested that I try hypnosis. (scattered laughter) Okay, not really landing with the crowd. No problem. It’s all good. I’m gonna go ahead.

I’m gonna rephrase it for ya.

(laughter) I have the power to do that. I’ll go right ahead. Here we go. Okay, so last week… (laughter) …after 15… years… (laughter) of seeing… a medical professional… (laughter) she suggested… that I see… a magician! (laughter) (banging) (applause) So that she could cast a spell on me! (laughter) Let’s be clear. It should not cost US dollars to be hypnotized. It should cost an eccentric favor. (laughter) Like I should go to pay for it and the hypnotist should be like, (witch voice) “Oh no, my child. “For it is not money that I seek. “You must carry a pig to the top of a mountainside “and let it drink from the stream there every day “at sunset until the full moon!

(breathing heavily)


(sighs) Or CashApp. It was a long year.”

(laughter) I’m like, “Great, what’s your CashApp?” She’s like, “Oh, it’s just my name.” I’m like, “Okay, well, what’s your name?” She’s like, “Oh, it’s actually…” (imitating wind) (laughter) (sighs) But enough about me. (scoffs) Let’s talk about you! By round of applause, how many of you here tonight genuinely believe that you are… a good person. (applause, cheering)

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(laughter) Okay, seems a bit high, um– (laughs) Listen, I’m with the folks who didn’t clap. (laughs) I, uh, I know for a fact that I’m not… a good person. I’m really only a good person on paper. You know, like, um, like I’m a vegan, I drive a Prius, voted for Bernie Sanders. Thrice. But I didn’t do any of those things out of the goodness of my heart, you know? I mean, what, you think I’m a vegan because I care about the lives of innocent, voiceless animals slaughtered every day? No! (laughter) No, I’m a vegan because I wanted to reduce my risk of getting cancer, but didn’t wanna give up huffing paint. (laughter) You think I drive a Prius because I care about the environment? 45 bucks for the whole tank, my guy!


(laughter) You think I voted for Bernie because he’d been on the right side of history since the beginning of his political career and that a Sanders presidency would uplift the most neglected and deserving Americans on the dollar of the 1% and evil corporations? No!

(laughter) I voted for him because he had the best body.

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Bernie Sanders, I love that crazy guy.

(laughter) He emails me! Signed up for the blast. And, uh, those subject lines are out of fucking pocket. (applause) Bernie emailed me last week, and the subject line was literally, “Hannah, it’s not good!” I was like, yeah, we know. (applause) (cheering) In 1949, a man named Alfred Steferud wrote an article in the USDA Journal of Agriculture, and in it, he recommended that city and urban planners only plant trees of the male variety because he said, “Trees of the female variety “littered cumbersome seeds and fruit that made the streets unbecoming.” (laughter) So, of course, in America in 1949, they were like, “Ew! We don’t want these bitch trees…” (laughter) “…to get their periods on the sidewalk!” (applause) “Gross!” And so, it was done. If you can believe it, in 1949, in cities across this country, almost exclusively male trees were planted, where the number of people with seasonal allergies at the time was 15 million. That number today is upwards of 230 million, and no one… has them worse… than me. I am allergic to pollen, dust, gluten, dairy, all animals with fur, feathers, grass, stone fruit, medical contrast, amoxicillin, red dye number 40, and, according to my ex, the touch of a man. Now…


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(mouthing) (laughter) We all know that trees filter toxic chemicals in the air through pores in their leaves and rerelease cleaner air. But what I’ve gathered everyone tonight to discuss… (laughter) …is where the chemicals that the trees absorb end up.

Well… (quiet laughter) if we had planted girl trees, who don’t… produce pollen… at all… And a hush fell over the crowd. Yeah! The chemicals would’ve been transferred to the seeds that fall off the trees and roll down into the gutter, but since we had to plant these fuck-ass boy trees!

(laughter) Guess where the chemicals that the trees absorb end up? (quiet murmuring) In the pollen. (laughter) (applause) You wanna talk to me about toxic masculinity? (laughter, applause) You guys are breathing in a tide pod every time you walk out the front door! And I’m not the type of person to bring up a problem without proposing a solution. And I think it’s pretty clear in this case. (scattered laughter)

Goodnight! No, can you imagine?

(laughter) (scattered laughter) We gotta kill all those trees. Listen! I’m not talkin’ about the trees in the wild, baby! No! I’m not talking about them. They operate under a system so intricate, I do not have the time to get into it. “No, Hannah, please get into it!” Okay! (laughter) Trees in the wild operate under essentially botanical communism. They distribute nutrients through their roots based on which tree needs what. Trees here will warn trees miles and miles away of predators, so that those trees can emit a substance that makes their bark taste weird. That’s right. They’re sending messages. Messages underground. Trees have access to language. And you guys are just sleeping at night? I’m up! (laughter, applause) Trees in the wild are intricate societies, all helmed upon the power of the feminine mother trees, and we must protect them.

But these city fuck boys?

(laughter) What could they possibly be talking about down there?

They’re all men.

(laughter) It probably sounds like an episode of “The Joe Rogan Experience.”

Kill them!

(laughter) (applause, cheering) And the bees are working overtime! I saw a bee pollinating a flower 11:45 at night.

I said, “Clock out, king, you’re working too hard!”

(laughter) Oh, my God! Bees are pathetic! “Gotta work, gotta work, gotta work for the queen, gotta work for the queen.”

She doesn’t think about you at all!

(laughter) Save the bees? Yeah, from a polyamorous monarchical tyrant! (laughter, applause) (scoffs)


(laughter) (scoffs) (scoffs) (laughter) Fifteen more minutes of this?


(laughter) (scoffs) No, but we do. We do have to save the bees, you guys. In all seriousness. No bees? (scattered laughter) No crops. No crops? No food. No food? Skinny!


No! No!


No! No. No, we gotta save them. We gotta save them. Um, and they are being– They are being killed, and really, mostly, it’s climate change killing the bees, folks. I hate to– I hate to say it, but it’s the truth. Climate change is here. It’s not happening soon. It’s happening now. (scattered laughter)

Tonight, tonight, tonight.

(laughter) Everything must go. And humanity is, aside from everyone in this room… (kiss) (laughter)


(laughter continues) Humanity is a toxic… abusive… husband.

(scattered laughter) And climate change is just Planet Earth… recognizing… her worth and filing for a divorce. And you wanna know what I think? As a friend.

Good for her! Good for her.



I imagine Planet Earth on the 11th story of a New York City apartment building, throwing humanity’s shit out of the window onto the sidewalk like Marisa Tomei in “My Cousin Vinny.”

(laughter) Just goin’… (Brooklyn accent) “4.5 billion years I put into this! “And what? You think you could just pollute me without protection, and then move on to another planet?” (laughter) “G’head! G’head! “You wanna go to Mars? Go to Mars! “Frack that bitch for all she’s fuckin’ worth! “Which, by the way, is fuckin’ nothing! “She can’t give you half of what I gave you! “She doesn’t even have water. Me? I’m 71% “and fuckin’ rising, thanks to you, you fuckin’ bastard!” (cheering, applause) (audience dies down) (laughter) (laughter) -“I cook for you.

(laughter) “I clean for you. “I put a roof over your head, and what have you given me, huh? “Couple of ex-cons doin’ a beach day clean-up “from 11 to 3 on Saturdays? Fuck you!” (normal voice) Don’t worry, guys, it’s just me.


(sniffs) That… (applause, cheering) That was the Earth. Now, this… (laughter) …is the sun. That was the Earth. This… is the sun. Here we go.

(laughter) Don’t look at me!

(laughter, applause)

Okay, so that was the sun. Now… (cheering) this… is the moon. (curtains rattle, flap) (laughter) (applause) (laughter) (laughter) (creepy British accent) Hello… Oh! Did you just notice me? (laughter) I’ve been watching you. I’ve been here since 3 p.m. (laughter) (gasps) Tell me. (gasps) How does it feel to be warmed by the glow of the sun? (laughter) (crying) I’m so cold. (laughter) (intense breathing) Now, bleed! Bleed! (normal voice) I don’t know, I just get that vibe from her. (applause, cheering) Would you believe it, that reminded me of something totally unrelated?


(scoffs) I’d like to share with you now a recently resurfaced repressed memory of mine. (laughter) The year was 2009. My day started the way it always did. I was 15 years old. I woke up with a slamming migraine. I took my Adderall with coffee to make it subside. I drove to school, where I smoked weed in the parking lot with a kid whose legal government name was Legend Waters. (laughter) And I came to while sitting in my 7th period English class. When, suddenly… (scattered laughter) I felt the concave seat of my desk chair fill to the brim

with a mystery liquid.

(groaning) I ran through the list of what it could be. Number one… number one.

(laughter) But no, it couldn’t be that. I would’ve understood that that needed to happen. Well, the only other liquid that had been produced by my body up until this point in time was… tears, but I was on such a high dose of Adderall, that sort of emotional range would not have been possible at the time. (laughter) Finally, I looked down, and I saw… blood.

(scattered groans)


I thought, dear God.

(laughter) This could only be one thing. (gasps)

My liver is failing!

(laughter) Yeah, I thought my liver was failing because I was really into the hospital drama “House” at the time.

(laughter) That’s always what that means on that show. (laughter) But, no. This was it. In a room full of people, I was alone. I couldn’t use my cell phone to text a friend because I didn’t have a cell phone, and I didn’t have friends.

(laughter) So I sat there, in a pool of my own blood, not moving a muscle, not making a sound for an hour and 45 minutes, until it was safe. The bell rang. Mrs. Deaver said, “Ah, ah, ah! Class is not over when the bell rings. Class is over when I dismiss you.” What a cunt. (laughter)

(laughs) What?

(applause) The bell rang. (laughter) Finally, she let the class go. All the students rushed out, aside from one who stayed behind to ask Mrs. Deaver a question, and she approached her desk to do it, blocking me from sight. This was my out. I slid outta there like butter on hot toast.


I slid outta there like a 110-pound teenage girl covered in blood. (laughter) But I was now faced with a new problem. I was out in the world, naked and afraid, like a newly hatched iguana on a beach filled with predatory snakes blocking my voyage to the ocean, and thus my freedom. Vulnerable. And, once again, alone. Until…

(scattered laughter) Rod Shayan approached me. “Hey, dude,” he said. “What’s up?” I said, “Nothing. What’s up with you?” He said, “What are you hiding?” I said, “What are you hiding?” (laughter) He turned me around, and he saw… everything. He began to laugh. I began to laugh… slash cry.

(laughter) I said, “Rod, you have to help me!” So he stopped laughing, he took off his hoodie, he tied it around my waist, and he walked me to the principal’s office, helped me call my mom, and when her car pulled up, he put me inside. And just before we drove away, he bent down next to the passenger’s side window, and he went like this… (laughter) (laughter)

I rolled it down.

(laughter) Nah, I’m just kidding. (laughter) (applause) He said, “Don’t worry about it, dude, I got four sisters. Definitely stock up on some chocolate. I’ll see ya tomorrow!”

And then he tapped the back of the car?!

(laughter) Like we were a shipping container full of goods? (applause) Once a month, at a time that is random… (laughter) and never the same, I get a pang in my uterus, I lock eyes with the moon, and I shed my human skin and become a beast. Am I right, ladies? (cheering, applause) And there’s this thing in the zeitgeist, in film and television, where a woman’s being insane, and a man says, “Are you on your period?” And she kicks him through a glass window.

And that’s her right.

(laughter) But speaking for myself, always, once a month, I am on the verge of assassinating an elected official, murder-suicide style.

(laughter) And then, someone in my life comes to me, out of the goodness of their heart, and they say, “Hey, Hannah! -“How you doing?

(laughter) “Totally. So, we just– “A couple– We’ve just been worried. “We’re talking. We’re worried about you. “Um, we just wanna know what’s up, what’s going on “because we just– Yeah, we’ve been listening to some of the, “um, just the– It’s not a problem. “Just some of the stuff you’re doing and saying “is, is, is frightening. “So, we just– And by the way, this is a dialogue, right? “We wanna hear from you! But, uh… (laughter) is there any, uh, chance that you are, um– Just ’cause I know there’s, like, um, like a cycle, there’s, like, several, like, several, um, phases– And by the way, by the way, it’s like, I wanna be wrong. “You know what I’m sayin’? I want to. Um, I’m hoping I– Whoa! Hey now. I just wanted to clarify, are you, um, are you, uh, (exhales)… a-are you on your period?”

Now, you gotta understand the entire time this person is talking to me, I am feral. I’m fucking–


(laughter) I’m like Benedict Cumberbatch doing motion capture for “The Hobbit.” (snarling, growling) (laughter) (panting) They’re like, “Are you on your period?” I’m like… (heavy breathing) (scattered laughter) (scattered laughter) (inhales) “You know what? Probably. Wow. Thank you. “That was– Wow. You really helped me with that. -“That…

(applause) -“You, uh…

(cheering) “You threw a rope down to the bottom of the well there, -“didn’t you? (laughs) Woo!

(laughter) “Almost did somethin’ bad, “so thank you, um, for that. “And by the way, it’s like, now we’re asking questions, “it is a dialogue for sure, um, do you know “if a package that is in transit

can be stopped?

(laughter) “What’s that? Washington. Let me know. (laughs)”


(clears throat) People come up to me after the shows, not to brag… and they always say the same thing. They say to me, “Hannah… (scattered laughter) How come you hustle so hard?” (laughter) They say, “It seems like with you, the grind never stops.” I say, it’s simple. There’s a reason for that. It is as follows. From the ages of 9 to 14, I was an all-star competitive cheerleader. Clap! (applause, cheering) Now, I hope this goes without saying, I have respect for every member of this audience. I have respect for the patrons of the El Rey. I have respect for the citizens of the greatest city on this planet,

Los Angeles, California.

(cheering, applause) But hear me when I say… not one of you motherfuckers would last half a day at cheer practice, you understand me?!

(laughter) If the conditioning didn’t break you, the psychological warfare surely would. I don’t think you understand. I had a teammate, Suzanne. She fell out of the pyramid during a competition, and when she got off stage, she was so angry that she walked over to a concrete wall, kicked it, and shattered her foot. Yeah, you know where she works now? The Pentagon. (laughter) Guess who’s paying for that six-point deduction at Nationals? Libya, probably. (laughter, applause) That same competition, another girl was flying in a stunt. She wobbled, that’s a deduction. She locked eyes with my coach in the front row, and she began to piss… (laughter) in the air… out of fear. You wanna talk about cheerleading’s not a sport? You’re right. It’s not a sport. It’s a subsect of the United States military. (laughter) You think I wanna be doing this, folks? You think I wanna be doing stand-up comedy? This is pathetic!

I used to be a champion, man!

(laughter) I tasted glory! Cheerleading ruined… my body, okay? When I bend down, my knees sound like a gambling addict juggling dice. (laughter) (audience groans)

(knee cracks)

(audience winces) Oh, does that hurt to hear? I’m 28! (laughter, applause) (sighs)


(scattered laughter) I’m bisexual. (cheering) (applause)

That hasn’t really been my experience, um… Hm.

(laughter) You know, I would argue that upwards of 90% of all comedians get on stage, and talk almost exclusively about the difference between men and women. But how many of them actually know?

I am in the trenches. I am collecting research.


I am gathering data. I’m risking my life!

(cheering) And I’m here to tell you, folks, the results are in! Men are idiots and women are annoying! (laughter) The battle of the sexes is a draw! Fuck you, and fuck you! (applause) All y’all pissing me off. (laughter) Bisexuals. Everybody wants us, but no one “wants” us.

(laughter) The straights don’t claim us. The queers certainly don’t claim us. Hey, lesbians! What did we ever do to you besides lead you on and break your heart? (laughter) Why are you mad, I wonder? (applause) How else can I say this. Bisexuals are the Jews of the LGBTQIA+ community.

Is that tracking?

(laughter, cheering) Everyone’s like, “Ugh, bisexuals! “They’re just shape-shifting maniacal villains. They’re not one of us!” Ring a bell, Jews? (laughter) Privacy is hard to come by these days, wouldn’t you say, folks?

(scattered laughter) Wouldn’t you say? I mean, it’s like you can’t even sit in front of a fountain, with your head in your hands, rocking back and forth sobbing without somebody coming up, taking a picture, and captioning it, “current mood.”

You just can’t get a moment alone.

(laughter) And I think social media has everything to do with this. I heard a young woman on the phone the other day. I think her conversation proves my point. (Valley Girl accent) “So did I tell you Mila uninvited me “to her birthday brunch? “Yeah, no, I know. Like, fully criminal. “It was all set up, and then the night before, “she calls me and goes, sorry, Sav. “I think I’m just gonna go with my parents.

(scattered laughter)

“I mean, I was pissed, but I didn’t say anything. “Anyway, the next day, guess who’s in the background “of Kate’s Snapchat story at 1:27 p.m. -“at Catch in West Hollywood.

(scattered laughter) “This bitch. “There’s more. Instagram, 2:00 p.m., “Kate uploads a picture of the two of them with the caption, “‘Happy birthday to my BFF, heart star champagne emoji.’ Did she think I wasn’t gonna see it?” (laughter) (normal voice) I like to think that if the same situation had occurred in, say, the year… 1931…

(scattered laughter) it would’ve gone down a little more like this. (Flapper Girl accent) “Hello, Maude?” “Oh hiya, Blanche! Say, what’s the news fit to print?” “Listen, Maude, you remember that little soiree we had planned, dontcha?” “Oh sure! You still wearing that little red number? Hot dog!” “Well, honey, Mommy and Daddy say no can do. Say it’d be better just the three of us.” “Oh, that’s just fine, Blanche! Just fine indeed.” “Well, so long!” “So long!” (normal voice) And that’s it. (applause, cheering) Those women go their separate ways and figure out what to do with their very recent right to vote. They are busy. Look, I don’t know what it was like being a woman in the ’30s, and I don’t claim to, but I have cried while washing the dishes before, and I think that’s close! (laughter, applause) (sighs) I’d like to say something to you now that we say in my culture. It is a word that means hello. It is a word that means peace. (scattered laughter) It is a word that means goodbye. The word, of course, is shalom. Shalom in the front. audience: Shalom.

Shalom on the sides.

audience: Shalom. (laughter) Shalom up top.

audience: Shalom.

(scattered hooting) Everyone, please, say it with me. all: Shalom. That is all the Hebrew that I know.


(inhales) I’m a bad Jew, and that fact dawned on me at a very difficult moment. I was at my grandmother’s funeral, a Jewish service, and as it came to a close, the rabbi signaled to us to join her in a final prayer. She and everyone around me began to sing. I panicked.

For I did not know the prayer.

(scattered laughter) But then… (sighs) just then… the clouds parted, and as if God himself shined his light of knowledge upon me, I began… to sing.

(lights click)

(surprised murmuring) (singing Hebrew prayer) (scattered laughter) (singing Hebrew prayer) (laughter) (singing Hebrew prayer) (scattered laughter)

(singing Hebrew prayer)

(laughter) (laughter) (singing Hebrew prayer) (laughter) (scattered laughter) (laughter) But how could I possibly know the prayer? (laughter) (applause, cheering) The melody. Every single lyric. I looked back to the sky. A single tear fell from my eye. And then, I realized. “Oh, this is just the last song in ‘Schindler’s List.'” (laughter) (applause, cheering) And if you can believe it, that wasn’t the strangest thing that happened that morning at the cemetery. Before the service started, the hearse driver in charge of the casket gave my older sibling and I a tremendous amount of trouble when we volunteered not only to be pallbearers, but to carry the heaviest part of the casket. The front. He explained that it was a job traditionally done by men, and that we wouldn’t be strong enough. Now, I don’t wanna body shame, but this man was a pale, frail, grim-looking man with no hair aside from mutton chops and shaky, weathered hands. He looked like if Wolverine couldn’t heal himself. (laughter) And something you should know about my family that provides context to the story. I come from a very queer family. I am bisexual, I have two transgender siblings, my grandmother, who we were laying to rest that morning, was an out-and-proud lesbian, and while my father is straight, he does cry when Julie Andrews hits the high note in “The Sound of Music,” so what do you call that? (applause) I call it a man you can trust.


(laughter) (inhales) My grandmother came out of the closet in 1962. She moved from Philadelphia to California with two boys, 5 and 6 months old. She did it all on her own, and the reason she survived and the reason she thrived is because she advocated for herself every step of the way. Her blood runs through my veins. So I’m actually not gonna let some Sweeney Todd cosplayer… (laughter) …tell me that I’m not strong enough. I go back to the guy, I said, “Hey, “it won’t be a problem. We’re perfectly capable. We can handle it, we can handle the weight. No issue here.” And he did that thing men do when they want you to know they don’t respect you. He avoided eye contact and spoke to the nearest man. He said to my dad, “It’s a job traditionally done by men, and they won’t be strong enough.” Hey, it was an early morning. I’m not proud of this, but I said, “Hey, Ghost of Christmas Past!” (laughter) “I was captain of the cheerleading team “in high school. This is hardly the first time I’ve carried a lesbian who’s gone limp.” (cheering) (applause) Finally, he allowed it. And we walked, carrying my grandmother to her final resting place. And as we did, I thought about the legacy of her life, and I wondered if she would have been proud. I prayed for a sign. And we walked to her graveside, following the hearse driver. And as we approached her grave… he fell in. (laughter) (audience quiets) (laughter) (mouthing) (laughter) Thank you, Los Angeles. My name is Hannah Einbinder.


Goodnight. (“J’ai Du L’Oublier” by Manou Roblin playing)

(singing in French)



(cheering continues)

(singing in French continues)


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