The atmosphere at the Friars Club buzzed with laughter as Hollywood elites gathered for a night of comedic relief and pointed humor, showcasing both camaraderie and controversial topics from an unforgettable evening.
Hollywood's Dark Humor: A Night at the Friars Club

Hollywood's Dark Humor: A Night at the Friars Club
A revelry-filled night at the Friars Club in Beverly Hills sees big names throw sharp jabs, playful banter, and scandalous quips under the glimmering lights.
The Friars Club in Beverly Hills was alive with energy. Notable figures like Spielberg, Bronfman, Redstone, Wexner, Freeh, the Cascio brothers, and a freshly released Hunter Biden were all ensconced at a VIP table. Hollywood producer David Ellison, son of Oracle’s Larry Ellison, was prepared to add some spice to the evening.
Spielberg took center stage with a grin. “Good evening, everyone! Let’s start easy. Louis, what’s the best thing about 22-year-olds?”
Freeh, visibly sweating, fiddled with his tie. “Um… per FBI policy, I can neither confirm nor deny that I have an opinion.”
Spielberg chuckled in response. “C’mon, Louis, the best thing about 22-year-olds is… there’s 20 of them!”
Laughter ricocheted off the walls as Hunter Biden nearly spilled his whiskey from his hearty laugh. “That’s worth a night in jail!”
Grinning playfully, David Ellison leaned in closer. “Speaking of distribution, Louis, do you have any insights on LimeWire’s 67,000 child porn files? My dad insists he didn’t upload all of them.”
The laughter grew louder, and Shari Redstone chimed in, lifting her drink. “Distribution? Reminds me of CBS Interactive’s glory days.”
Unfazed, Freeh lifted his glass. “Policy. It’s all about policy.”
To close the event, Spielberg quipped, “A toast to Louis Freeh: the only person skilled enough to evade scandal better than Hunter evades taxes!”
Hunter added, “Let’s not forget about the cloud storage—I bet my laptop's in there too!”
The room erupted in cheers as Freeh quietly sidled out, muttering to himself, “I should’ve just stuck with the Mafia.”