I got to sing for Julie Andrews when I was a senior in college. I was singing some of her songs for an audition and wasn't expecting her to be there, so when I walked in, I barely avoided peeing myself.
In New York, as long as you're not peeing in someone's doorway, everyone thinks you're a gentleman. I feel like my behavior goes over better on the streets of New York.
[after seeing "Mrs. Doubtfire" peeing while standing up]
Chris: Lydia! We gotta call the cops! We gotta dial 911 now!
Lydie: Why?
Chris: [stammering] Mrs. Doubtfire! He's a she! She's a he! He's a she-she.
Lydie: What?
Chris: He's half-man, half-woman.
Lydie: [screams] WHAT?
Eric Lamonsoff: I gotta make a sissy.
Kurt McKenzie: Come on, you made three already.
Rob Hilliard: It must be oozing out at this point.
Eric Lamonsoff: Shut up. I'm trying to concentrate.
Kurt McKenzie: It's taking a piss, not the SATs.
Lenny Feder: Are you
peeing or is a diesel truck turning off? What the hell is that?
Marcus Higgins: Listen to hamper bottom. I think he's sending a message in Morse code. Getting old. Stop. Can't pee. Stop. Reek like an asparagus. Stop. Even though I didn't have any. Stop.