Girl in audience: Woo!
Bo Burnham: I'm giving you attention girl that's wooing, are you happy now?
Girl: I love you!
Bo: You love me? That's very nice. You love the idea of me, you don't know me, but that's okay. It's called a parasocial relationship, it goes one way and is ultimately destructive, but please, keep buying all my shit forever. That's how it works. Capitalism, I'm trapped, it's terrible, I'm a horrible person.
Rubeus Remus Potter. You were named after the only two people at Hogwarts who seemed to give shit about me, because come on who else would I name you after? A verbally abusive dickbag who was in love with my mum and gave me shit all my life and someone who convinced a bunch of children that they needed to be soldiers? What kind of awful aspirations would that make you end up having? Come on son I’m not an idiot…