Watch Louie Anderson casually turn a universal childhood terror into pure gold here: the Midwestern dad slowing the family car to a crawl just to glare out the window at someone walking by and mutter, “Look at that, for crying out loud, get my rifle.” ​The way he captures that totally absurd, angry at the world midcentury dad energy, where you’d whisper to your brother in the backseat hoping he’d leave you on the side of the road, is so effortless. You can see why Carson pulled him back out from behind the curtain to take a second bow. ​Did everyone’s dad have that exact same road rage monologue, or was that just a generational phenomenon?