Fascism

TRUMP WON THE ELECTION! HE ALSO HAS AN ABOVE AVERAGE PENIS, AND AN UNUSUALLY SHORT REFRACTORY PERIOD. HE IS THE EPITOME OF MAN.

What was going on there, huh?

We thought

you were sleeping, Daddy.

How can I sleep with two

Twinkie burglars roaming around?

Can we watch

Dragon Tales, please?

Yeah. Why not, why not?

Which one of these

turns on the TV?

Honey, I think you

just opened the garage.

I'm just planning ahead. I know.

- P-yew! Was that a stinky-dink bug?

- Good job.

Whatever happened

to the good old days...

...when you pulled the knob

and on came the boob tube?

The O'Doyles got

a universal remote control.

One clicker controls everything.

Makes life a lot easier

for old people like you.

Well, whoop-de-do

for the O'Doyles.

- Tree house?

I don't know. Ask your father.

Ask me what?

Do you think you'll have time

to finish building the tree house ever?

Yeah, Dad. It's kind of been

halfway done for two months now.

All right. I want to, it's just I got a lot

of things going on at work right now.

But as soon as I'm done, I'm on it.

I promise. Hang in there.

Hey, look at Sundance

wrestle his duck.

Oh, no, that's not wrestling.

That's something you shouldn't

know about for another 10 to 30 years.

Ten for you. Thirty for you.

Hey, Michael? I'll see you tonight

at the swim meet?

Swim meet.

- I gotta go to that?

- Yes.

- I'm kidding you. I'll be there. Okay?

- All right. I love you, Michael.

Forever and ever, babe.

Mr. Newman.

Kevin O'Doyle.

Yeah. Always a pleasure.

What kind of stereo you got

in that blue piece of sh*t?

You know what?

I never checked, Kevin.

Yeah, well, my father's stereo

is a Bose.

Your father's stereo blows?

That's too bad.

No! I said... That's not what I said!

His father's stereo blows!

Come on! Pay the man, let's go!

- Good morning, Mr. Newman.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Mr. Newman.

- Hello.

- Good morning, Mr. Newman.

- Hi.

Good morning, Mr. Newman.

- Good morning, Mr. Newman.

- Man, Alice...

...I was stuck in traffic for an hour

and a half. When's the meeting?

- It started already.

- What?

Can I go to the bathroom?

Go to the bathroom.

I told you, you don't have to ask me.

Well, the interesting thing,

Prince Habeeboo...

...is that the building codes

in Manhattan will allow us...

- Michael.

- Sorry I'm late, sir.

Some moron in a red Lamborghini

parked in my spot so...

Prince Habeeboo

drive red Lamborghini.

Red Lamborghini?

I meant blue Ferrari.

Is this one of your partners?

Actually, Michael

is just an associate.

But he is one of our brightest

young architects.

Thank you.

Walk His Majesty

through our design concept.

With pleasure.

- Prince Haboobee...

- Habeeboo!

Prince Habeeboo.

Habeeboo. I thought I said that.

When Mr. Ammer explained to me

the type of man you are...

...a visionary who prides himself

on originality...

...I said to myself, " Let's smash

the mould and redefine elegance."

So I present to you your restaurant.

Where is...? Where's bar?

Bar is... Here's the bar.

Now, the waterfall...

Make bar longer.

Okay. We could cut

into the atrium a little bit.

No atrium. Just make bar longer

for Prince Habeeboo.

Really?

- Still itchy?

- You got it.

And put big drain in floor

for wet T-shirt contest.

Now, you're kidding me, right?

Boob water's gotta

go someplace, Michael.

Let's just take out the atrium and

run with that and there's your drain.

- God.

- I love it. It is simply awesome.

Yeah. Basically you want me to design

you an Arabian hoochie house?

How dare you compare

Prince Habeeboo's Bikini Hut...

...to this hoochie house?

- This idea's...

...got nothing to do

with hoochies, Michael.

It's like opposite of hoochie.

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