Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff Stand Up, Comг©di... -

"So, let's talk about sex. Or, as I like to call it, 'The Reason I Have This Specific Lower Back Pain.'"

The laughter was immediate, that comfortable, expectant kind. Amy leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial stage whisper.

For the next hour, Amy didn't just tell jokes; she performed an anatomical exorcism. She broke down the awkward gymnastics of "trying to look sexy" while accidentally catching a glimpse of yourself in a mirror at a bad angle—"I looked like a rotisserie chicken falling out of its packaging."

In the back, a couple on their third date sat frozen, the guy looking like he wanted to dissolve into his chair, while the woman was doubled over, gasping for air. Amy spotted them.

"Oh, sweetie, don't look at him," Amy pointed at the man. "He's terrified. He just learned things about biology that his high school coach skipped. It's okay, Dave. It’s all natural. Mostly."

She strutted to the mic, squinting against the spotlight. "Hi guys. Wow. You all look great. I look like a thumb that someone tried to dress up for prom, but we’re making it work."