After the roast, I ambushed Bob with a camera and a microphone. Yes, there’s more swearing. Yes, Bob and I talk at length about Cloris Leachman’s va-hooha. If you haven’t seen the roast, this may seem cruel. If you have seen the roast, you’d know that it ultimately became a Cloris Leachman’s vagina-themed roast. It almost could have been named, "The Comedy Central Roast of Cloris Leachman’s P-word." Again, this was a blast to work on and Cloris Leachman (you have to say her first AND last name) is a doll whom I adore. And Saget is sweeter than a Hallmark card with horses on it.