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We're here today with film star Natalie Portman
Now, Natalie, the last time you were here, I heard things got a little out of control
Yeah, well, I was going through a really weird time then.
But, I've matured a lot
Why don't you fill us in on what it's like to be you?
Okay, ya bish
I'm sorry, what?

Yeah, Portman, Portman, Portman, Portman, Portman, Portman
Fucked your husband and his best friend just for sport, man
Mast around and made the same song twice
Heres's the Bush now, eat your Condoleezza Rice
You know it's clickbait, clickbait, clickbait
Put a dildo on a switchblade, switchblade, switchblade (Woo!)
Xannies dissolving in my Pinot
My man dance, but he's not a ballerino
Yeah, he twinkle his toes, but he give me good D, though
Wrap a good burrito
Tide Pods only fucking thing I snack on
Black out and go motherfucking Black Swan
Oh, these dudes slash, fix your posture boy
I'll come up side your head with my fucking Oscar, boy
My brain gone off that fucking Ayahuasca, boy
Tell your tourist parents I'ma turn you into a foster boy!

Wow, I gotta say it seems like you're almost exactly the same
But with current references
Untrue, I'm a mother now
It's really changed my perspective
And do you find it difficult juggling kids and a career?
You can juggle these nuts
What?

I don't dance now, I make mommy moves
When I gave birth, I didn't even push
I was blazed out, smoking bomb kush
And when my water broke, you know it drowned the doctor
They say I'm sex-positive
Hell yeah, I'm positive
That you're going down while I'm bumping "My Prerogative"
Tell me why
Ha, I guess I'm showing my age
Now bend over and spread them because you about to get fucked (Damn!)

Fascinating stuff
Now I have to ask, Natalie, have you seen the new Star Wars movies?
No
Oh, well they're really good! They're much better than
Better than what?
Shit

Say something 'bout the motherfucking prequels, bitch! (They were good!)
Say something fucking nice about Jar-Jar Binks (He's tall?)
Now kiss him right on his seventeen dicks (What?)
While I sit dead on your face and take a shit

Oh, Natalie (Yeah?)
Please come meet your baby
He cries himself to sleep every night
That little shit ain't mine!
Oh, Natalie (What?)
It's been twelve long years (Shut the fuck up!)
And I'm seven days sober, I swear on his life!
You're a mess, Carl

Okay, well, that's all the time we have.
Natalie, one last question—
Do you think those "Time's Up" pins have had the impact that you were hoping for? (Ah!)
How's that for impact?
Well, actually — oh, no
No more questions