There's Something About Mumbling Incoherently

Friend-of-the-Nüg M— from West Vee-Ay has asked that we address the acting prowess Brettie Boop displyed during his woefully misbegotten tenure in the Magical Land of Hollywood. What follows is a scene from the Farrelly Brothers' There's Something About Mary. It is not suitable for children, especially impressionable ones who may aspire to a career in the performing arts.

You can stop watching it after about 2:15, when Brett-Boy's mercifully brief cameo comes to a welcome end. Or you can stop watching aroung 0:13, just before Brett-O opens his mouth and smears his incomprehensible Gulf Coast drawl all over the scene. Or you can skip ahead to 2:20 and just watch the Jonathan Richman parts, 'cause he rules. Or, for God's sake, you don't have to watch it. Save yourself.


I think we can safely conclude that Brett-Brett is equally skilled at both acting and figuring out which team he's supposed to be throwing the ball at. Other than that, the less said about this ignominious moment in the annals of celluloia the better.