Please put your hands together for Jim Breuer.
Let him hear it.
I remember when my dad — he had dementia, right?
And I walked in the room and he dropped a deuce in his pants.
And no one could prepare you for that.
I always brought my dad on the road, no matter how old he was,
especially when he started the 80s and couldn't really walk that well,
I still would bring him.
But he gave up on life.
He would sleep all day.
He wouldn't shave anymore.
That...
Sorry.
That was a moment where I went, OK.
How do I take over?
You want something to play with?
Everything that always made us get through things was laughing.
I would drive him nuts.
Boing, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing.
Poking fun.
He started soiling himself.
I could tell he was mortified.
This is a man's man.
This is a World War II vet.
You good in here?
Yes, I'm in here.
OK.
If you can step back and laugh at yourself and laugh at a situation
it's healing.
Where's the video like, "Hey, your father crapped himself today.
You're going to need a rake and a garden hose.”
Hands down, it's made me find my voice as a comedian,
and it's given me my passion.
I was hosing him down like a prisoner.
Dad, go.
Oh, my God, that's cold.
I know.
The ’90s Jim Breuer was, "Hey, I want to be on TV" and it was all about the
leather pants and a kangaroo and a 10-picture deal.
I can care less about any of that.
After caring for my dad, it made me want to help others.
Now it is about telling you my experiences, knowing I'm going to
help you through what I went through.
My family would come over, and I’m like, "Hey, hey.
Listen, I’m telling you right now. Don’t anyone give him any fruit
or salads.”
Thank you so much for today.
I'm so honored.
When I get someone after a show that goes, "Can I just tell you,
when you talked about your mom, I'm going through that with my mom.
Hey, man, you made my night.”
You just lifted me up to continue what I'm doing for the next couple weeks.
That little blip just set me off and inspired me.
Couldn't tell if I was going to laugh or cry because I had the...
I cleaned...
Oh, God.
That keeps me driven.
That's better than any sold-out show I can ever do.
Trying to fork me?
Yeah.
It's not a nice fatherly thing to do.
Yes.
Those little moments...
with my dad when I know he was not in the mood,
I, my daughter, we would egg him on, drive him nuts,
knowing we'd break him eventually.
And I knew inside he loved it.
What?
I just know he went out with everything he probably craved in life.
And at the end of the day, I'll be able to sleep at night
knowing I gave life back to this person.