INT: The Oscars. T.C. standing around room combing his eyebrows as celebrities walk about ignoring him. He goes to the ladies room by accident. Julia Roberts walks out. The stench hits him like a brick and is forced to hold his breath. He walks out looking for Roberts but a waiter gets in his way.
Waiter: Champagne sir?
T.C.: Not now, Frenchie.
Continues to look around and finally spots her talking to Brad Pitt.
T.C.: Hey, Roberts. Try flushing next time!
Fin.
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