Fugah Silverman

SARAH SILVERMAN: I had a dream, Jessica.

JESSICA ALBA: … Who is this person?

SARAH: I had a dream that I spent MLK Day at a pre-inaugural ball, wearing my very awesomest ratty torn jeans, a totally kick-ass shirt that rode up on my stomach, and my fancy-dress tuque with the best skull-and-crossbones on it. And of course, my fingerless gloves, and my going-out backpack.

JESSICA: Are they letting homeless people into these parties now?

SARAH: And YOU were there.

JESSICA: Are you hallucinating, Disheveled Stranger? Security!

SARAH: You wearing a gold lame vest of some kind. Or possibly a scarf. It was hard to tell.

JESSICA: Can someone please get this person some hot soup and a nice warm spot under a bridge?

SARAH: Yes, I had a dream, Jessica Alba. And today, it has come true. But today, as I live my dream, your once-terrible bangs are looking way cuter than I ever could have imagined.

JESSICA: Wait, never mind, forget I complained. Maybe we should let her stay a while.