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00:28:07
Abbi Jacobson, Eric André, Nat Faxon
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Aren't ambassadorship usually just given to rich chumps
-You miss your tuffet, do you? -Oh, ever so much.
-Go on, but sneak home by sunup, or-- -You'll cut off all my toes.
What? You're gonna entrust the future of our kingdom to that twerp?
Covering up the indiscretion of those in power is an important part of the job.
No need. They're heading deep into muskrat territory.
Hey, hey, peewee, no bleeding. Your blood belongs to me.
You think we're all just a bunch of unsophisticated, backwoods,
Okay, me next, chump. [clears throat]
You barely noticed when I traded places with that pauper for a year.
Hey, I'm an enabler. There's a big difference.
Passive aggressive sarcasm. [chuckles] Just kidding.
Or you want to keep working on that decorative centerpiece?
And your pet swans? And your little sled for your toy bear?
Here you go. Booze, booze and boring.
It's taken centuries, but our civilization has literally risen out of the muck
Hold them off while I untie the barge.
This is an outrage.
[Derek] And as we trudge through the swamp,
Hold them off while I untie the barge.
Yeah, I reckon we don't want none of that. We just wanna even the score.
You boys waltz into the wrong swamp. You our property now.
[Bean] It's drunk and I'm late. We better sneak in quietly.
May I propose a toast? I got some low-grade pocket hooch in my booty flask.
You got Chazz'd. I'll bring you what you deserve.
-Those're mosquito bites. -I'm scratch with excitement.
-Put 'er there, pal. -Wow. Gotta admit, I'm impressed.
Hey, hey, peewee, no bleeding. Your blood belong to me.
of king à la king and grill shrimpy. No, I'm kidding.
Who's that fat kid with the crown suppose to be?
We kick your asses.
You know, I realize that you do encourage Bean to do lots of things:
Oh, oh, oh. One of your fiancés? That guy you murder?
I mean, that suck.
-Wow! Beautiful. -Oona, you grew up here.
"Warm refer to the sweltering temperature,
Don't worry. Every visitor to Dankmire receives a famously warm welcome.
not the notoriously grim locals."
Well, today I got dangerously close.
Everything is riding on this speech. Luckily, Dad gave me his notes.
Her ceremonial robe. It's backwards.
You barely noticed when I traded places with that pauper for a year.
It's taken centuries, but our civilization has literally risen out of the muck
Yes, exactly.
Sometimes, I like marmalade, too.
No need. They're heading deep into muskrat territory.
The next one of you who lays a hand on the other one gets left behind, okay?
Hmm. I can't quite figure out why he doesn't trust you.
And thus, the 500-year war was over,
-You are two minutes late. -[all grunt]
No, they've almost finished the hay man.
Stop it. Stop. You both have super weird ears. [groans]
Bean, thank this nice creep so he'll move along.
We can do it together. Or, better yet, have the servants do it.
"Warm refers to the sweltering temperature,
You think we're all just a bunch of unsophisticated, backwoods,
And the one surefire way to unleash your creative juice is with creative juice.
-Stop it. You're too discouraging. -You're too encouraging.
but if it's too snug, you can give it to your fat, wimpy son.
Her ceremonial robe. It's backwards.
I only ask that girl to do two things: Sit here and stay sober.
I began to realize my clothes had grown muddy.
Well, it's understandable. They are leathery.
[Zog] Oh, Beanie, you're a no-good, drunken disgrace.
I got jealous and put a dead owl in their cake.
-Go on, but sneak home by sunup, or-- -You'll cut off all my toes.
not the notoriously grim locals."
Yeah? Which one of y'all gonna stop us? Skinny girl? Kitty cat? Gross baby?
"They consider it rude to bow without bowing first."
but it's a rather delicate diplomatic mission.
but it's a rather delicate diplomatic mission.
I'm tired of feeling useless.