king of improv, and he has proven it tonight by interrupting everybody, stepping on their lines, doing schtick. He’ s been about as annoying he can be.” “| loved that review, though,” said Robin, referring to Diehl’ s negative critique of C/ub Paradise. Diehl: “I was hoping you hadn’ t seen it, Robin. It’ s said of you in Hollywood that you don’ t read your scripts. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I’ d like to bring you Robin Williams, fresh from C/ub Paradise, his biggest failure yet.” Williams: “Thank you, Gary Franklin [the movie reviewer Diehl replaced]. What can you say about a man who’ s a TV critic? A man who looks at a good film and letters it like a report card. Is that art? | think not. And I’ d like to thank Harlan’ s lawyer for proving, God, is there a reason for law? | think not. And I’ d like to thank Mr. Krassner for all the Kathy Smith references. That’ s some funny stuff.” Robin confessed, “I really don’ t know Harlan for shit,” then described his house. “ It’ s like Notre Dame done by Sears. There’ s Harlan, naked, playing in his toys with a beautiful shiksa goddess jumping up and down saying, ‘I like him. He’ s smart.’ “ Robin morphed into a little boy in the bathroom. “I'’ m reading Bradbury, dad.” (Roaster Ray HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_015387