"SuperMansion" sneak-peak...
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It's alive!
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Now back to Davenport, the Drama Llama.
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
Tis not she ... nor doth she tempt ...
but it is I that... lying by the virtue of the...
sun does as the carrion and...
not as the flower, corrupt with virtuous...
...beauty.
Thanks for inviting me, Penelope.
Oh, I'm sorry ... Peppa-Mint. So what's Chef Club about?
- Chef Club is about friendship! - Cool!
And owning stuff!
Like my new Sparkle Clean dishwasher.
Hey, gals! Why don't you slide
those dirty plates in me, like you're supposed to?
I always let my husband do the dishes.
She didn't mean it, Baby!
Hey, do you guys want to take a walk or something, like, outside?
You haven't even tried out my super rare Moonlight Dazzle Mop.
Drag my face on the floor!
Holy shit! Okay, does he feel pain?
- Who cares? - Yea...
Yeah, I think I might take off.
Aw, come on, Sara. Sit on my face some more.
Oh, my God! The chair talks, too?
Mm-hmm. Just like the locks on the doors,
and the bars in the windows, so we never,
ever, ever have to leave our stuff again!
Stuff! Stuff!
Hello? Jeff?
I need you to come pick me up, right now.
I'm your husband now, Sara.
Euuaaaggghhh! Aah! Aah!
Stuff! Stuff!
- Ready for our first patient, Doc? - Achoo!
I'd say he has a cold, Mom.
You're right, Doc. What do you recommend?
Plenty of rest and some chicken soup.
And he'll be good as ...
My baby! She got hit by a car!
Pupils fixed and dilated. Possible subdural hematoma.
We need to intubate. Wind pipe is crushed.
Trach her!
Her heart stopped! I'm going in!
- Maybe she just needs a pick-me-up song! - Rib spreader!
♪ A doctor's office is a real nice place! ♪
♪ A lollipop puts a smile on your face ♪
Come on, breathe, damn it, breathe!
Phew! All in a day's work, right, kiddo?
I want to be an accountant.
I can be anything I want!
After all, we animals overcame our baser instincts
and now we're thinking, caring, talking creatures.
Wahhhh! My insides are outside!
What kind of world is this?!
Eughh, bugs! Gross!
Whoops! Almost forgot my life preserver.
Oh, Jesus, I just need to see this.
Oswald, you know you're an octopus, right?
- You literally cannot drown. - Safety first!
- Oh [bleep] me. - Oohh!
Huh. Um... Huh.
♪ Road Hawgs, Road Hawgs ♪
♪ What, what ♪
♪ Mutant teen pig-people hogs are ♪
♪ Road Hawgs, Road Hawgs ♪
♪ Road Haaaaaawgs! ♪
♪ Manpig, Pigman, Flank, and Steve ♪
♪ They're pigs on wheels that honk and squeal ♪
- # Road Hawgs - Used to be human, no one fightin' #
♪ But their dad accidentally turned them into swines ♪
♪ Road Hawgs, Road Hawgs ♪
♪ Swallow porcine DNA ♪
♪ Road Hawgs, Road Hawgs ♪
♪ Now they're mutated in a terrible way ♪
- # Road Hawgs # - Hawg-tacular!
If we're ever gonna find an antidote,
we'll need to stop Dr. Bovine from...
- Hey, where's Flank? - Saw him out back earlier.
Steve, have you seen Flank?
Uhh...
- No. - Steve?!
Guys, uh, look...
I just ... I love bacon soooo much!
- It's so good! - Us too, buddy. Us too.
- Then I guess... Let's eat, man! - Trickin' awesome!
♪ Road Hawgs! ♪
Brought to you by the makers of "Cheese League."
And now, Taking A Guess At Shows We Don't Watch.
Nacho cheese!
In... Seattle?
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Cheese...
Seattle... in...?
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Oh, my God. The time!
Ahh! Shake it off!
[Bleep] keys! Ruhh!
Oh, my God! I'm so sorry.
- Smells like beer. - Buddy, I just forgot.
You always forget.
Son...
Daddy's going through a tough time, but...
- I love you more than life ... - Look out!
Please, God! Someone help me!
- My son needs a doctor! Please! - I can help!
- You can? Are you a doctor?! - Yes, my friend.
My name is Dr. Sunjayvandanacandanapecarpecar.
Huh?!
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Welcome to Westworld,
where you can you live out your every fantasy.
This better be good, Ford.
I present to you our very first host, Dolores, generation one.
She's... so... lifelike!
No, no, no. Not "she." It.
We must never forget that the hosts are not real.
I mean, I'll try, but... Wow.
Dolores, take one. Howdy, y'all!
Can they, you know, uhhhh, have... sex?
Why don't you ask it?
Hello, Dolores? You look lovely.
May we have sexual intercourse?
Yes ... to the thing you said!
Whoo! Ow! All right! Don't wait up!
Imagine a whole world of these hosts.
Catering to your every ...
I broke it.
Also, the tape recorder gave me a gash on my forehead.
Huh. That's a boner killer.
Wow, I can't believe I'm finally getting Lasik surgery!
Wow, I can't believe they sold a laser to a rabbit!
Hi, we're the American Pickers, cruising the country
and learning about history
while digging through other people's junk.
Mind if we come in and have a look around?
- Whoa, Frankie, do you see that? - Yeah, Mike. I do.
1917 Goldstein Brothers cast-iron stove.
In the stove-picking game, this is the holy grail.
So what would you need for the stove? $500?
- Wow! - As usual, Frankie comes out
the gate with a low-ball offer and nearly blows the whole pick.
What about these meat hooks?
Would you take... $100 apiece?
I'm a meat-hook guy.
Meat hooks are big sellers in our Nashville store.
I got Leatherface to come down on the stove,
and even though it cost me an arm, it didn't cost me a leg.
That's what I call a good pick!
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What happens when four best friends
write each other letters about how they really feel?
The letters have been delivered.
"We're best friends, and I love you." Aw!
"But I have to tell you that you're weak.
I mean, I've heard of damsels in distress,
but you make Princess Peach look like Ronda Rousey"?
What? Okay, who wrote this?
Can't wait for that letter.
"For the love of God, get some [bleep] contacts."
That's all they wrote?
"I think you two have a serious addiction problem."
Like, oh, boy, Scoob.
They're sayin' we gotta stop eatin' Scooby Snacks!
They rrha'?!
What do you mean I don't have a letter?
Um, the show is only about four best friends.
You're kidding, right?
I didn't make the cut?
Did the dog make the cut?
Each friend has one week to improve themselves.
I can't believe they called me a damsel in distress.
Wait a minute...
This is not my yoga class.
- Give us the mic! - Give me my letter!
Like, dude, we can do it, old pal.
Just one week. With nuh... with no ...
With no [bleep] Scooby Snacks, man!
Like, I'm freakin' out! [Bleep] No!
It's been a week since the gang received their letters.
Let's see if they fixed their flaws.
Like, man, I will sell you a body part for one Scooby Snack!
I'd rrhuck your rrhick!
Guys... I got Lasik!
- Rra'?! - They're still healing.
Enough sittin' around, shit for brains!
- Let's do this!! - Ow!
Hmm... if the owner died a decade ago,
why start haunting now?
Oh, I'm sorry. Were you talking to me?
- The fifth wheel? Because ... - Let's get this son of a bitch!
- Hey! - Who's your mother?!
- Ow! - Yeah! Get over here!
Now let's see who the "ghost" really is.
Butler. Called it.
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