Gabriel "Fluffy" Iglesias: One Show Fits All

Fluffy! Fluffy!

Houston!

Five, four, three, two, one!

How are you?

Whoo!

Oh, man! That's a long walk.

Thank you so much, Houston.

One year ago, this city was flipped upside down

by a hurricane,

un cabrón named Harvey.

And they said that this city would never be the same.

I think it's beautiful that, a year later, we're all here celebrating together

the fact that this city is resilient.

And you guys persevered.

Houston's strong, baby.

That's serious. In all sincerity, guys,

I'm not trying to kiss your ass. I already got your money.

Freaking Houston. I love this town. I've been coming here for 20 years.

Twenty years.

Started off performing at a comedy club called The Last Stop.

And then, of course, we jumped over to the Improv, and then--

I performed everywhere.

I even did a one-nighter in Tomball.

That's a long story for the people at home.

I won't even get into that.

I want to give you guys a heads-up and let you know now that tonight

I feel extra comfortable.

You're going to notice that you might hear a little bit more Spanish

than you normally would.

And you can't do that just anywhere, but you can do that in Houston.

Now, to everyone watching at home who is freaking out,

like, "Oh, my God! I didn't sign up for this."

If I say something in Spanish,

my promise is to translate immediately so that everyone enjoys the show.

Okay?

'Cause I know the second I said Spanish, people are freaking out, you know.

All the people that drove in from the woodlands are like, "Hey!"

And for everyone at home, what does he mean by that,

the people from the woodlands? You know.

"I know he is not referring to us."

"The nerve of him!"

"He needs to go back where he came from, over by Airline Road."

That's right.

I know where you keep your brown people.

This is awesome.

This always pisses off Netflix. They're like,

"Gabriel, we really wish you would just do a show

that's general, that everybody understands.

Why do you have to make your show so personal?

Only people in that city are going to get it."

Well, when you have an arena full of people,

you want them to get it.

You want that extra personal special touch.

I don't care what they say.

I already got the check.

Ha! So let me give you a heads-up as to what has happened

since the last time I did a special.

Um, my son, Frankie,

is now 19 years old.

Nineteen years old,

high school graduate,

he has all his shots... Ladies?

People tell me all the time.

"Why do you talk about your son so much?"

Because he won't leave.

"Does he like it when you talk about him?"

I said, "No, he hates it."

"Why do you do it?" "'Cause he won't leave."

I'll tell you what he likes to do right now.

He likes to sit around the house and watch videos

of other kids playing video games.

See, some of you are clapping.

I didn't know that was an actual thing.

I asked him, "What are you doing?"

"I'm watching other kids playing video games."

I said, "That's-- Really?

Why?"

"Well, they're professionals."

I'm like, "Why would you watch something that you could be doing?"

"'Cause they're professionals." "That's dumb."

"Really, Dad? Every Sunday I see you watching football.

How come you don't play?"

I don't even argue. I just cut off the Internet.

My son's problem right now is that he has, according to him,

too many options.

Okay? That's his problem.

I'm like, "Poor guy!"

"I have so many options, Dad. I don't know what to do."

Write them down. Put them on a wheel. Freaking--

Today: plumber.

Something!

The problem is we go places,

people find out he is my son

and then they offer him opportunities.

He doesn't understand that that's not how the real world works.

I know about struggling and clawing, and fighting

for the opportunity to do something.

He doesn't get it yet.

And that's my fault.

For example, I take him and his mom out to dinner, okay?

I took them both to Red Lobster.

Now, Houston. Me, personally,

I love Red Lobster, okay?

And not even for the seafood.

I'm talking about the biscuits.

Oh, yeah. It's real good.

So we're sitting there,

and we're having a conversation with our son about life, opportunity,

what does he want to do with himself...

And as we're talking to him,

the manager from Red Lobster walks over to our table.

And he's being really cool, right?

He's like, "Hey!"

And I'm like, "Hey!"

He looks at my son, "Is this the infamous Frankie?"

And I say, "Why, yes, it is!

He just graduated."

"Congratulations!"

"And he's looking for a job."

The manager goes, "Oh, say no more."

And he gives my son a business card

and then he starts to say,

"Listen, Frankie, this is all you have to do.

Just go online and fill out the application.

Once it's registered, call me personally

and I'll see to it that you get an interview.

The only position we have available right now is for a host,

but there's plenty of room for opportunity here at Red Lobster.

Besides, you got one hell of a reference."

And then he walked away and I was like,

"Oh, my God.

I'm going to get free biscuits!"

My son looks at me and says, "I don't want to work at Red Lobster."

I said, "Frankie, no one is making you work anywhere.

This is just another opportunity that you're wasting.

Okay. No Red Lobster. What's your plan?"

"I don't know."

I got frustrated.

So I raised my voice.

"Well, you better start thinking."

His mom didn't like that.

"Don't talk to him like that."

I said, "Look, biscuit blocker..."

See, up to this point we have agreed on how we raise our son.

But in this situation, she's trying to protect him from the world.

I'm trying to prepare him for the world.

If he cannot handle me raising my voice

to get his attention to see the bigger picture,

he's not ready for a world that doesn't care about his feelings.

So I said, "You know what? I got to have a one-on-one with him.

I got to have a one-on-one with, uh--"

So I take him out to the movies.

I take him out to the movies,

we get in the car, we take off.

A little 20-minute drive, okay?

As we're driving I figure I'll have a little one-on-one with him.

Maybe this way it doesn't feel like a talk talk.

I thought he understood what I was trying to say.

It's late. We're leaving the movies.

We're pulling out of the parking structure

and out of the corner of my eye, I see a cop car.

And I made a sound, I was like, "Ugh!"

And Frankie goes, "What is it, Dad?"

I say, "There's a cop at the light."

"What are you worried about?" "He's going to stop us."

"How do you know?"

"Watch."

I made that left turn...

Frankie's losing it.

"It's happening!"

I said, "Relax."

I pull over.

Cop pulls up from behind.