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Natalie Portman, What!

I wrote recently about learning how to use What! as an interjection in hip-hop style. As I was taking a break from writing a grant today, I was browsing the web site of a new YouTube clone called Hulu, where all the content is from professional developers (TV and movie clips abound). I was reacquainted with one of my favorite clips from Saturday Night Live featuring Natalie Portman. She uses What! at the very end:

That's some funny shit, what!

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  1. More proof that liberals don't understand humor.
    Each Saturday, I am glad that I am old enough to remember when SNL was actually funny.

    I'm Gumby Dammit! Mmmm That's some delicious bass!!

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  2. Eddie Murphy is certainly in a class by himself.

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  3. Anonymous2:54 PM

    Talking about the old SNL days -- In your neighborhood, in your neighborhood, yeah...

    What!?

    Check out the bird...
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnTT7u5U4Yo

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  4. I was underwhelmed by the parrot. That's 3 minutes of my life I'll never have back.

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  5. Anonymous6:01 PM

    How could you possibly be underwhelmed by Einstein the parrot?!!!! Look at the size of the parrot's head - she has the brain equivalent of like your mammary bodies. It's like us doing quantum physics on demand.

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