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Wow!

Donald Trump,
Vladimir Putin one-on-one.

I'm thinking you, me, joint statement

saying we're best friends,
blah-blah-blah-blah-blah.

Wait. We haven't even caught up.
I want to hear about you.

Best-friends stuff.
State secrets.

Things have been good.

Lot of TV,
lot of locking up babies.

Here's my new Supreme Court
Justice. His name is Brett.

Isn't that weird?
"Brett."

Brett, Brett, Brett, Brett!
Brett! Brett! Buh-rett!

Oh, okay, this is going to be
the longest hour of my life.

What have you been up to,
Mr. Quiet?

Oh, you know, just trying
to get world leaders

to incriminate themselves.
It's... harder than I thought.

I got a game!
How's about, on "three,"

we both say our biggest secret?

- One, two, three!
- I wanted to be a dancer!

You're the only person
who knows that.

- One, two, three!
- I like pudding.

I like chocolate pudding.

I got us matching shirts.

I know it's lame, but
it's also kind of funny.

What would you do if
someone like Robert Mueller

was investigating you?

- Obviously have him killed.
- Wow! Well, we're not there yet,

but it seems like
we're getting there.

Do you really have the pee tape?

- Eh, well, you know...
- You do have it!

Oh, my God!
This is so embarrassing!

Help yourself to all of Ukraine,
because I ain't doing nothin'!

So, this joint statement
says we're friends.

And, yes, there's a little provision

about me building a Moscow hotel,

but you get to take over
Eastern Europe by force.

That is a good offer.

Oh, and every Christmas
we spend together.

- Oh, fuck me.
- I wanted the Supreme Court Justice

to be the hosts of "The Five."

You know, sneak 'em in
under one big robe.

That is a dumb idea.

Just say it.
"I'll sign the statement.

Give me the statement.
Your father loves you."

Sign it, sign it, sign it!

Come to the bathroom with me.

I don't want to waste
a second of this meeting!

I would rather die than go
in the bathroom with you.

Did you know that Germany
used to be two countries?

- That blew my freakin' mind!
- Stop talking!!

Well, I don't have my watch,

but I think the hour
is winding down.

- It's been five minutes.
- Ohh! Holy shit!!

1x11 - Russia Investigation

I'm Wolf Blitzer,

and I take the fun out of
a guy being named "Wolf."

Donald Trump is addressing the
annual NATO Summit in Belgium

where his motorcade has already
ransacked the Waffle District.

Wow!
So great to be here!

I don't love NATO.

I feel like we should go to war more.
Wouldn't that be great?

Find a place to do it,
put a bunch of people in there,

serve some hot wings, throw
movie memorabilia on the walls.

You know what?
I'm thinking of a restaurant.

The BBC doesn't
have commercials?!

The whole reason I came to Europe

is because I heard their
Fanta ads show full titty!

Little progress
was made at the NATO summit

where all eyes were
on the American president's

boorish and uncouth behavior.

Did that guy just call you an asshole?

Here's what heads of state
said about Trump

when they thought
no one was listening.

Remember when Trump said
he couldn't

pronounce foreign names
and just gave us new ones?

He called me "Jennifer Germany."

Oy! Trump's a gobby nob.

I was wag-off knackered
just eyeing 'em, innit?

I caught him hosing off his dentures

in the bidet!

Ugh!
Europe's a bunch of snobs.

Don't they know you have
a Hollywood Star

between Shrek
and Antonio Banderas?

Eh, it's all right, boys.
I've always been treated

like I'm just another
classless Queens lowlife.

This rental building caters to
the most elite, high-end clientele.

And, yes, that is code for something.

- What?
- What's he talking about?

Something race-related.

- What?
- No blacks.

And what are you
thinking for the interior?

That's the second-best part.

Gold toilets.

I've never heard of anything

so cheap, low-class, and gauche!

I told you my son was trash,
didn't I?

I just thought he'd go more than a
minute before saying the word "toilet."

Europeans were just as snooty
as those Wharton jerks.

Both looked down on me for
claiming I had a talking sports car.

Speaking of
well-earned judgments,

the Senate Judiciary Committee
could call you to testify

about Russia any day now,
and we need a plan.

Don't worry.
I can take them down

like a South Jersey
building inspector.

Sure, my towers are just
reinforced asbestos

held up by rat traps, but...
W-What was I saying?

Let me tell you how
America works, you slug.

Low-class criminals like mob
bosses are held accountable.

But high-class criminals,
people who make zillions

turning nurses' retirement
funds into infinity pools,

don't get arrested;

they get White House appointments.

That committee knows
you're low-class.

I'm sorry. Would a low-class
person have an Arby's black card?

Maybe there's a compromise here.

What ... What if we all bombed Iran?

Sir, if you want the
Senate Judiciary Committee

to view you as a peer,
someone worthy of forgiveness,

I suggest you clean up your act.

So that's a yes on Iran?

I know it's hard, but
try not to itch your balls

with a salad fork tonight.

Oh, look.
It's Chuck and Nancy.

We're not gonna say a word to
those pieces of sh... Heyyy!

I love these bipartisan
charity fundraisers.

I hear this one has
something to do with kids.

I was at a charity scam like this

where Sofia Coppola pitched me
this fascinating period piece.

So I told Sofia,
"Put Louise in a stadium scene,

here's a check, and we're good."

I met Sofia at a MOMA event
hosted by Michael Bloomberg,

who, by the way, is a wonderful man.

You know what's a classy event?

The Playboy Mansion's July
Humpa Wumpa hosted by Kid Rock.

The place is crawling
with tens ... all runaways.

And the buffet has
dong-shaped cinnamon rolls.

Excuse us.

Did you grow up on
an East River trash barge?!

How do you expect these people
to take it easy on you

when all they can picture
is you chasing tail

around some smut king's grotto?

How did we lose to that animal?

He's sucking creamed corn
through a toilet-paper tube.

And who is he talking to?

That Barry Diller may be a small guy,

but you should see him when
his towel falls off. Oof!

There's no one around him.

Chuck, in 2016, we had the right
ideas and the wrong message.

We need a new strategy.

One that doesn't require Debra
Messing to bring it all home for us.

One that doesn't address
income inequality

by promising reduced prices
for Hamilton tickets.

Boys,
I'm starting to wonder

if testifying to the Senate
is such a good idea.

Don't be scared of the Senate, Dad.

They're just some conceited
Ivy League-educated lawyers

who hate you and hold
your fate in their hands.

Those Senators, they're
polished, they're refined.

They didn't get into public
life on a jinx dare

- from Rudy Giuliani's urologist.
- This is just like yesterday.

There was a gas station on
the other side of the freeway.

We could have either
stayed on our side

- and run out of gas...
- ...or jumped the median.

You just need to do what we did
and total your Miata

in the carpool lane
of the Senate Judiciary Committee!

And then hitchhike
with a pony-tailed guy

who rests his hand on your thigh.

You're right!
I'm gonna show this town

that I've got class, that I belong!

- Yeah!
- Yeah! All right!

Now let's go bribe
a traffic-court judge.

Sir, if you're
gonna try to hold your own

with the Senate Judiciary Committee,

you should know
who you're dealing with.

- There's Dianne Feinstein. Stanford.
- And Jewish.

Richard Blumenthal.

- Harvard, then Yale Law.
- Also Jewish.

- Amy Klobuchar. Yale.
- Looks Jewish.

Cory Booker.
Stanford, Oxford, Yale.

- Also ...
- Zip it, Sessions!

That's fine. I already put the
thought in everyone's minds.

So how do I wow 'em
with my refinement?

Wear an ascot and eyepatch?

We recommend Steve Mnuchin
take you under his wing

and "Pretty Woman" you up a bit.

Fine, but only if I can
be verbally abusive.

Ohh, but you got to be
verbally abusive last time!

I wouldn't normally help you,

but the lack of healthy
competition in Congress

has absolutely killed my sex drive.

We're having trouble convincing
our base to vote for us

despite offering nothing in return.

How do we get that mojo
back for the midterms?

We were thinking of making
the face of the party

a shirtless Adam Rippon
with sideburns shaped like hashtags.

Just follow the ABCs ...

A: Accuse Trump of
committing treason...

B: Block his every piece
of legislation...

C: Blame everything
on Hillary Clinton.

- But she's on our team.
- Oh, pshaww.

The other day I blamed the humidity
on her. You'll figure it out.

Did you listen to anything I said?

Stop eating whatever
the hell you're eating.

Chunky brown with a biggie
side of gray hunks?

Waiter!
Get this man "The Mnuchin."

What's that? Is it a bigger
bowl of chunky brown?

The meat's not black,

and the egg's not brown
or smothered in sprinkles.

It's called steak tartare,

you Poland Spring bottle
full of cab-driver piss.

So you're saying if I eat
this pile of raw, bloody meat,

I'll be sophisticated?

Ohh!
I taste too many flavors!

- I only like hot or cold!
- Get used to it.

I'm giving all your clothes back
to the parachute factory

and making you read a book
that wasn't the inspiration

of an incoherent kids show.

Hey, hey, hey.

We got the new attack ads
back from McConnell's guy.

I assume they're like our old ones,

but now it's a spooky narrator
calling for bipartisanship.

Little Dumb Donny traitor Trump

does whatever Daddy Putin tells him,

when he's not having
unprotected orgies

with porn stars
with the shades wide open.

I can't turn it off!

The Democrats
are locked and loaded,

ready to turn this country
into New Reykjavik.

Dads will be moms,
and moms will be lawyers.

We're going to level all the churches

and replace them with bike lanes.

Universal healthcare?
Definitely.

Military?
Defunded!

Don't vote for
a hepatitis host organism.

Vote Democrat!

Oh, my God.
Nancy, can we actually release this?

- It has exaggerations in it.
- Chuck, we have to.

The Republicans just tried
re-sculpting the MLK statue

to look like Ben Shapiro!

Huh! Now you're looking
like a guy with a triple-digit IQ.

I don't like it.
The sweater's scratchy.

You know what's gonna be
really scratchy?

Your cellmate's facial hair
on your thighs.

I hate these wingtips.
Where are my Reeboks

spray-painted to
look like dress shoes?

We gotta get you to stop talking
like a used-mattress salesman.

Just watch five seasons of "Frasier."

Then we're gonna get some reps
with an actual smart person.

Tonight, I interview
President Donald J. Trump.

I've been preparing for this
moment for 78 hours straight.

I am dizzy, I am dehydrated,
I am amped.

Let's bring him into the conversation.

A fine evening, isn't it, Rachel?

Have you read the article or
book that has everyone aflutter?

Did you know about
your son's meeting

with Russian operatives
in Trump Tower?

Who's to say what
anyone knows, Niles?

Not being gods,
we must-a then presuppose

that even our senses are biased.

Before the Trump Tower
meeting, did you receive

any e-mails or calls describing
what it would be about?

Isn't it hard
to separate the brain

from the technological disease
that affects us all?

Eddie, get off my chair.

Shit, shit, shit!
I'm blowing it!

If you'll excuse me, Rachel,

me and some gadflies
and mens-about-town

are heading to the Harvard Club
to exchange acerbic repartee.

Good night, Seattle.

Okay, this is apparently official!

After his masterful interview
on Rachel Maddow,

Fox News has declared
President Donald Trump

the classiest gent in the world,
with brains to boot!

Sometimes, I'd love
to lay atop a grand piano

while that master tickles the ivories!

Ya-ya-za-za-za-zoo...!

You see those people in the back
with the cameras?

What do we call them?

Real news!

And what should we do
to Crooked Donald?

Lock his fridge!
Lock his fridge!

They're frothing, Chuck!
They're really frothing!

Wow! I'm glad we cut
that 48-minute slideshow

of John Kerry quietly waving.
This is our new direction!

The Senate Judiciary
Committee's about to

tell the President whether
they want him to testify.

If it's a no-go,
he's gonna be upset,

so everyone get ready

to share a nice memory
they've had with him

or, if you don't have one,
reframe a verbally abusive one.

Everyone, quiet!

- So...?
- They want me to testify.

- Wow!
- That's wonderful, sir!

This is the best news
I've heard all day,

and I just watched
a controlled demolition

of a public-school
orchestra building!

- So are you gonna do it?
- I mean, I gotta, right?

Definitely!

Of course,
you gotta bomb Iran.

Well, I better go get ready
for my big testimony.

- Good luck, sir!
- You get 'em!

- It's gonna be amazing.
- Yeah, great.

- Bye!
- He's gonna get eaten alive.

We got our base more excited

than Joe Biden loitering
outside a Lululemon!

Let's mobilize them
with a catchy slogan.

Four words or less.

Shouldn't be longer than
"Make America Great Again."

Something like
"Jobs and Healthcare for All."

That's five words,
but it's fine, I guess.

If you're willing to go to five,
I mean, what's one more?

It doesn't mention "opportunity."

Or the earned-income tax credit!

Okay, so, the slogan is...

"Let's Achieve Access
to Jobs and Healthcare

and Affordable Rail Service
for Disenfranchised Minorities

While Protecting Our Environment

and Combating Climate Change

with the Wealthy
Paying Their Fair Share,

Plus a Humane Policy
Toward Immigrants 2018."

I don't know where you cut.

Welcome, everyone,
to the mock Senate hearing.

The first question
the Committee might ask ...

Do you have any investments in Russia?

In the post World War II era,
every economy is so intertwined

that the flapping of
a butterfly's wings in Tonga

could lead to a market crash
in the United States.

- Fantastic!
- Wow!

- Brava!
- All right, sir, here's a taste

of what this Senate hearing's
really gonna be like.

- Cool. Very cool.
- Mr. President, did you pull

your bloated head out of
your chapped ass long enough

to be briefed on the
completely idiotic meeting

between a Russian lawyer and
your grease stain of a son?!

You think you can fool
the Judiciary Committee

into believing you're
not a chiseling bum?!

It doesn't even matter, Poppy!

When they look at me,
they'll see one of their own!

Oh, Donny.
You're from Queens.

You smelled like street-cart
souvlaki until you were 12,

and you lost your virginity to
a construction-site port-o-potty!

Mr. Trump, any
communications with Russia?

Why wouldn't I communicate
with Russia?!

They believed in me
like you never could!

Perfect answer, sir.

All right.
Let's keep this train going!

2016 was the year of
"Make America Great Again,"

but 2018 is the year of...

Let's Achieve
Access to Jobs and Healthcare

and Affordable Rail Service
for Disenfranchised Minorities

While Protecting Our Environment

and Combating Climate Change

with the Wealthy
Paying Their Fair Share,

Plus a Humane Policy
Toward Immigrants

2018... Opportunity...

to Receive Healthcare
and Affordable Rail Service

No More Food Deserts While Not
Demonizing Wall Street!

Gonna be a no for me, dawg!

Sir, if you can't hold it together

before your bumbling,
incompetent cabinet,

we do not recommend you testify

- in front of the Senate
Judiciary Committee.
- They're gonna

spank you so hard, you're
gonna need an ass massage.

And I know just the guy ...
it's this pimply Polack

named D'Ambrio Pakulski.

Guys, it's gonna be fine
as long as my dead dad

doesn't show up and
tell me that I'm trash

and the only reason I got into
Wharton was because of him.

And that hasn't happened
in four minutes.

Well, then, do what you gotta do

to make sure that doesn't happen.

This is just like that episode

when Frasier and Niles
accidentally go to a gay club!

- Why is it just like this?
- Ah, you know, just life.

That was a mess, Nancy.

I told you that slogan
should have been longer.

And we hardly even
mentioned "access."

- "Access," Nancy!
- I was the one who said "opportunity"

should've been in there twice, at least!

This is so "House" of you.

Oh, just because you're in the Senate
doesn't make you better than me!

I had to campaign
all over New York State.

You dragged some bums from
the Starbucks on Castro Street

to the polling place
and called it a day.

"I'm Chuck. I have to be
in Congress for six years

because I can't hack it every two.
Mike Pence is my boss!"

I hate it.
I meet these people.

They call them "the elite."

I look at them.
I say, "That's elite?"

We got more money,
we got more brains,

we got better houses,
apartments, we got nicer boats,

we're smarter than they are,
and they say "the elite"!

We're the elite!
You're the elite!

Uh-huh. Yep.
Okay. Sure.

Thank you very much, Fritz Vanessa.

Uhh, who is Fritz Vanessa?

He was the admissions officer
when I applied to Wharton.

He said my application was awful,

but he was a big "fan" of
the building my dad donated.

Don't worry, Dad.
Grandpa just got you in

because he loved you and had no
faith in your natural abilities.

I took a look at your television,

and I think I found the problem.

- You threw this hammer through it.
- Oh. Is that what happened?

Sir, I would never question
your motives,

even if you hacksawed my groin,

but may I ask why you did that?

Frasier was talking down to me.
That guy thinks he's hot shit.

Sir, it's a television show.

If it's a television show,
why is it about a radio show?

Sir, I cannot have
this argument again!

Thank you to Leaders Pelosi and
Schumer for joining me tonight.

Sorry for that 45-minute sentence
on the Peloponnesian Wars.

It was our pleasure, Rachel.

Democrats are united to win in 2018.

And we're clear!

Nice going, Nancy.
You never even mentioned

how much we respect
moderate Republicans!

Chuck, you're an elderly,
out-of-touch, coastal elitist!

Come on. You guys are
both on the same team.

Ugh! Maddow!
Why don't you go tell people

the history of the tugboat or something?

Alex Jones tells his viewers
I'm a skin suit full of hornets,

and you're fighting back by
reading Wikipedia pages out loud.

Well, I guess we can agree on
something ... Rachel's an idiot.

You know what?!
I'm just gonna say it!

Your new slogan? It's missing
the words "social justice."

- MSNBC hack!
- Screw your - Ass!

- Hey.
- Oh, hi.

So this is where the Senate is.

I've been meaning to check
this place out. It's nice.

God, Mr. President, I never
thought I'd say this,

but I wish I had your brain.

You don't want my brain.
All it thinks about

is my dad telling me
I'm a low-class loser.

And also how to enrich myself

at the expense of the working class,

specifically women
and people of color.

It's just, the Democrats,

we know how to capture
people's heads,

but lately we've struggled to
capture people's vile hearts.

You just know how to
divorce voters from reality

and set them loose in a fun
house of fear and recrimination.

Thanks. I wish I had your brain.

All those fancy, complicated ideas,

like not all Italian guys
are named "Vinnie."

I should tell you, Donald,
the Democrats

are going to grill you at that hearing.

We're gonna go
absolutely bananas on you,

expose all your weaknesses,

take a sledgehammer to your balls,

pull off your fingernails
with a steam shovel,

jam your knees into a blender,

pinch your eyeballs,
swap your arms and legs,

slap you in the head with your ass,

electrocute your tonsils,
bite off your eyebrows...

...karate chop your ding-dong,

cheese-grate your Adam's apple,

swing you around by your penis
until you faint,

and crap on your feet.

- You sure are a chatterbox, Chuck.
- But you're gonna do just fine

because you have something
these fancy pants do not ...

you actually connect
with average Americans,

and especially the below-average.

Chuck, why are you
helping me, anyway?

The more you draw attention,
the less pressure there is

on us to figure out what
we actually believe in.

It's the strategy Hillary used in 2016,

and look at her now ...
her book's a bestseller!

Senator Booker,
what sort of grandstanding

can we expect from you
in tomorrow's big hearing?

Good question.
I've been working all night

on my GIF-friendly outrage.

I'm gonna eat Donald Trump up

like a plate of
Moroccan flat-bread

covered in lentil hummus
with a grape-leaf aioli.

Ugh. You're a vegan.
We get it.

Nancy, I'm sorry about
what went down between us.

- Yeah, me too.
- Donald Trump made me realize

what we Democrats
really stand for ...

not being Donald Trump.

- I got you this hat.
- "I'm sorry."

- I know it's a little short, but ...
- Chuck! Don't you get it?!

"I'm sorry."
It's the perfect slogan!

You're right!

Although "I am sorry" might
be a little more clear.

Maybe "Hello, I am sorry"

so we get their attention before we ...

Shut your goddamn mouth, Chuck.

Banga-banga-banga-banga-banga,
banga-banga-banga!

Ted Cruuuz!!

Calling this Senate Judiciary
Committee hearing to order!

Chairman Grassley could not be here

because someone put
something in his food. Wuh-oh!

Of course, now our witness
is Pr-e-e-esident Trump.

Boo you! I don't care!
Whatever!

Order! Order!

Mr. President, we all
know why we're here.

To nab some sweet footage

for my re-election
campaign commercials.

And... action!

So, this whole Russia thing,
it's a bunch of hogwash

and a threat to American freedom
liberty values, correct-o?

Russia's a fake story.
No collusion.

If anyone colluded, it was Hillary.

Come on!

Bang, bang, bang!

You're out of order!
Have you no decency, sir?!

The Scopes monkey
is hereby found guilty!

Ted Cruz!
Okay, I think we got the shot.

Thank you, Senator Cruz.

Mr. President, are you aware
of 18 US Code Chapter 115?

I know you're not, because
it's not written in graffiti

phonetically inside
a Greek diner's men's room!

- Whoa!
- Well, it says

that you're a treasonous bum
that colluded with a dictator

just because he said
your $6 cologne smelled nice!

I told you
you're not like these people!

You're low-class,
not some fancy pants!

Fancy pants... fancy pants...

You have something
these fancy pants do not.

You actually connect
with average Americans,

and especially the below-average.

Mr. President.
Are you paying attention?

Because I'm owning you right now.

You know what?
My entire life,

you upper-crust people have
been trying to tear me down.

And yet, each step of the way,
I've outsmarted all of you.

So much so that I'm your boss now.

You're not my boss.
Mike Pence is my boss.

Goddamn right he is.

Bottom line ... I'm better
than you because...

those people out there get me.

Why? Because like them,
I like watching TV,

I like locking kids in cages,
and I like eating nachos.

Cory, do you even know
what nachos are?!

I believe a nacho is a...

a type of sprouted grain
nut-bread with flax butter.

Ugh. Does anyone
on this committee know?

Nachos are tortilla chips
with hot cheese on top.

And black beans and ground
beef and pepperoni and bacon.

And bite-sized Snicker bars.

Country Time lemonade powder.

Minute Maid lemonade powder.

You know, you can put
anything on nachos! Why?

Mr. President, back to
the overwhelming evidence

that your campaign
colluded with Russia.

Because nachos are America!

And that's why we must never

give the recipe for nachos
to the Mexicans!

Cory, the people have spoken.
Case dismissed.

Roll the bloopers where no one can
get the orangutan into the truck.

According to a CNN snap poll,

95% of the President's
supporters say his testimony

improved their perception of him

while 5% believe someone
put peanut butter on his tongue

and did the voice
from behind a curtain.

I'm now being told we're going
live to a Democratic rally.

In 2016,
we could have done a better job

stopping Donald Trump literally
every step of the way.

Instead, we hoisted
an authoritarian strongman

onto our shoulders and gave him
a piggyback to the White House.

It was kind of our one job
not to let that happen.

So today, we introduce our
new simple, short slogan.

"We're sorry."

And in 2018,
we're going to apologize

all the way to a modest
Congressional majority

and, once we're in power, present
a technocratic 59-point plan

of incremental tax credits...

Kids.
We're gonna be just fine.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Yes, Daddy!

Oh. Except you, Jared.
You're going to jail.

♪ Donald Trump
is the president ♪

♪ Donald Trump is the president ♪

♪ Is Donald Trump
the president? ♪

♪ Yes, he is ♪

♪ Yes, he is,
we elected him president ♪

♪ Is Donald Trump the president? ♪

♪ Yes, he is ♪

♪ We had a vote
and elected him president ♪

♪ Donald Trump is the president ♪

♪ Donald Trump ♪

♪ He is our president ♪

♪ We made him president ♪

♪ We did it ♪

♪ Donald Trump is the president ♪

♪ We elected Donald Trump ♪

♪ Donald Trump is the president ♪

♪ Donald Trump
is the president ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

Trump!

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