LOL: Last One Laughing Netherlands (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - full transcript
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What did I get myself into?
I have a gag. Two tits in a bag.
-Look.
-There.
-Tineke!
-Yes.
I don't even know why I laughed.
It was just a "ha."
Yes.
Suddenly...
Who could it be?
It was a violation, because I lost it.
What's a vegan snack
attracted to the same sex?
A "hummussexual."
Jeroom, that's two of them.
-Someone laughed.
-Somebody pushed the red button.
And this time I'm scared.
For the first time it might have been me.
It's making me panic.
-Was it you just laughing?
-I don't know.
It was obvious.
Are we just really good at this
or simply not funny?
Can't it be both?
Back in the control room,
we laughed a lot.
We're watching The Naked Gun.
We'll take a look.
Let's have a look.
We'll take a look. Okay.
Did I laugh? No, right?
I don't want to leave yet.
I thought, "Was it me?"
Each time the buzzer goes off,
I'm afraid it was me.
-No way.
-Oh, shit.
No, no, no.
I felt bad for Ruben,
but I was relieved it wasn't me.
It's a pity.
I had this amazing farewell speech.
Or rather, I had prepared one,
but Soundos just started blaring.
-Later, bro.
-I didn't bet on myself.
See you later.
-Sure?
-I couldn't care less.
There's too many of us.
I feel a winner by not leaving first.
Good riddance, because he's a threat,
to himself and to everyone else.
I'm not done yet.
We revealed the first one,
but two people were caught laughing.
I heard Philippe say
there was another one.
I thought, "Oh, dear."
Let's see.
For the first time,
I'm worried it could be me.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm starting to feel tired.
-Yes.
-Tineke.
Rayen.
You look so cute.
A polite smile.
I knew it was wrong,
but it's like that game of yes and no.
I just couldn't help myself
saying yes or no.
-Go ahead and eliminate yourself.
-You may eliminate yourself.
Tineke smiled as if she'd forgotten
she was on the show.
Such a kind and lovely smile. Too sweet.
But the rules are tough.
She's out.
-Good luck!
-See you later, Ruben.
-This is too hard.
-It's a game for the youth.
Well done.
Please come into our control room.
-Ruben.
-Oh, man.
-That wasn't so bad.
-Exactly.
-Tineke.
-I wouldn't bet on myself.
Welcome.
I was hurt that no one laughed
at my very best impersonation.
Just like now. What the fuck?
And right now we can laugh.
I love your impersonation of Stefano.
You sound just like him.
It's addictive. I love it so much,
I could do this all day.
I can't explain what it feels like
to be able to impersonate someone
so perfectly and sound exactly the same.
It just feels amazing. I can't stop.
I just can't stop.
And it's starting to bug him,
which is too bad, but also funny.
Why don't we all impersonate Stefano?
We could all try and impersonate Stefano.
I feel reasonably well to give it a try.
I've never tried it before,
but I can already hear the resemblance.
-I say, keep it up. I reach for my swords.
-You definitely hear the resemblance.
They won't be able to tell us apart.
I'm not good at impersonations.
So I didn't join in.
I can't even think about it properly.
If I really make an effort... That's it.
There's nothing to it.
This is getting crazy.
I can't impersonate Stefano Keizers.
-"This is getting crazy."
-Not you too.
Have a seat. But I must ask you
to remain absolutely silent.
Philippe and I have a technically
very challenging and important job to do.
Okay.
-Ready, Philippe?
-Go ahead.
Oh, no.
There it is.
-Go on. Give me your best impersonations.
-I'd like to, but the suit doesn't fit me.
I talk a bit like this...
There's a rule in comedy. Something may be
funny. But if you keep repeating it,
it just stops being funny.
So you have to take it to the next level.
And it becomes exponentially funny.
Besides, those leather pants
are way too hot.
The more they make fun of me,
the more insecure I get and risk
breaking out into nervous laughter.
Don't go.
I've prepared several performances,
but then I got this idea.
Just a little something,
while there's still so many of us.
I would love to take a picture
of all of you together.
So let's have the short people stand
in front of the taller ones.
It reminds me of
Bring Your Parents To Work Day.
Right. A little closer, Nienke.
An important detail is that
it's going to be an imaginary picture.
A genius idea, if I say so myself.
Are you ready? On my cue,
everybody say "cheese."
Cheese.
I really thought that would work.
It had no effect whatsoever.
On to plan B, which is actually plan A,
since I switched it with plan B.
It's the most brilliant performance
I have planned.
Now, the second part of my performance.
My brothers and I would always
play this game during summer holidays.
It's called Veggie Smiles. Also famous
from my show, which you haven't seen.
It's very simple. I want to find out
if you think vegetables are funny.
Growing up,
this game never failed to impress.
I'm absolutely certain Veggie Smiles
will bring them to their knees.
Bas, we'll start with you.
Bas...
You never know
what Stefano is going to do next.
I would like to know whether or not
a zucchini tickles your funny bone.
Not really, no.
-Henry.
-Yes.
He went down the line. You could feel
the tension rise with your turn coming up.
No matter what you say,
you feel a certain tension.
Eggplant.
I'm sorry.
I'm glad I was able to keep
a straight face because it was hilarious.
Alex.
What's interesting about Stefano
is his disruptiveness,
which slowly builds up.
Would it make you laugh
if I say the word...
potato?
-It's funny.
-You people are made of stone.
It was hard.
-Rayen Panday, are you a Veggie Smiler?
-Don't think so.
Poor Rayen.
He's like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
So you're saying there's nothing funny...
about a carrot?
Not right now, no.
It was very well thought out.
I was sure he was about to make
one of us burst out laughing.
Celery stalk.
No, but that's just because I hate it.
You should say something else.
Regular celery.
That was not "nece-celery."
"Regular celery." Yeah, that was...
But the fact that he invaded
my personal space made it harder.
He was literally getting close,
or at least close enough
to break my concentration.
And his face... I swear it's like
a 3D-printed cartoon.
Broccoli.
I actually quite like it.
Broccoli soup is delicious.
Well, Roué. It all comes down to you.
Would you laugh if I said...
fried onions?
No.
"Fried onions." Hilarious.
I've never laughed so hard
at fried onions as I am right now.
Onion.
Carrot.
Spinach.
I give up. Just forget about it.
Thank you very much.
The performance didn't go as planned.
Perhaps I should've gone with fruit.
Well done, Stefano.
Don't be hard on yourself.
I haven't felt this bad
about being on stage in a long time.
And I've done
some pretty awful things on stage.
I am really discouraged.
It seems Bas Hoeflaak is getting ready.
Oh, Bas. Fuck.
-Bas...
-The man Henry van Loon fears most.
Okay.
My sole purpose for being here
is to make Henry van Loon laugh.
It's such a shame he's a contestant.
It really sucks ass.
I didn't see Bas as a threat,
so I was like, "Bring it on."
You're no threat to me. Let's go.
But I underestimated him.
This is so silly, absolutely ludicrous.
It makes no sense at all.
Then came the arm.
At some point, I thought,
"This is exactly my kind of humor."
The arm that keeps getting longer.
Henry is struggling.
The question is,
how long is that arm going to be?
I'm behind the curtain.
The arm is getting longer and longer.
I just have to pinch my arm
or bite my tongue. I can't handle this.
At some point, I hear someone laugh.
He caved.
I just burst out laughing.
It was like having to throw up.
And we have Roué next.
Henry is bent over the kitchen counter,
and he absolutely loses it.
Which only made it harder,
since I already was on the verge myself.
Good heavens, it was long.
Such a long arm. It was just unbelievable.
Oh, damn.
Yes.
This was my performance so far.
-Then he comes out.
-This was me and my long arm.
If you were to describe it,
it is very close
to my own style.
I'm a man with a long arm.
I'm sure he knew it,
because he was looking at me.
"I made it myself. This is my arm."
So I was like...
This one, not this one. This one.
I had it custom-made.
Who was it?
Henry van Loon! Henry van Loon!
Henry, Henry, Henry van Loon!
Mission accomplished.
I made Henry van Loon laugh.
So long, Henry. So long, bye.
We'll watch it together,
but I must warn you,
the footage is highly distressing.
He's dying there.
-A total breakdown.
-That is so funny.
So funny.
Henry, the honor is all yours.
Poor Henry.
This was one of the very few moments
in my life that I laughed so much.
I swear. This almost never happens.
And nine times out of ten, if at all,
it's because of Bas.
And Bas is here. I will never forget
his long-arm sketch.
Honestly.
Too fucking bad for Henry.
Oh, okay.
Tineke is back.
It really suits you.
-Do I look good?
-Looking more like Sidonia with that body.
Soundos SquarePants.
Soundos SquarePants, Soundos SquarePants
What's the difference
between you and this fridge?
A fridge doesn't fart
when you pull the meat out.
-Okay. Bye, sweety.
-Did the fridge just tell a joke?
When you open the fridge,
there's a llama on a screen telling jokes.
And you're like,
"What did I get myself into?"
A talking fridge.
That reminds me of something.
Hi honey, I'm filming in the Netherlands.
I can't wait to see what Roué is up to.
Who's that?
-Roué?
-Oh, it's Roué.
That was just a recall.
A callback, if you will.
We're all together now. You should know
that I'm more than just Roué and his bits.
I also have hobbies.
Lately, I've taken up lesbian pottery.
This isn't my most effective performance.
It's just to get an idea
of what it's like to perform
knowing I wouldn't laugh myself.
This piece right here is Claudia de Breij.
And she's... No?
I'm sure you recognize her.
-Will you join me up here, Alex?
-No, that's okay... Well, all right then.
Please don't get me involved.
Why do I have to be funny?
Let's make somebody here
that portrays their character traits.
Yes.
With some types of comedy,
something happens if there is no laughter.
It suddenly lacks comedic context,
which makes it awkward.
-This is Soundos.
-Is that me?
Yes.
-Why?
-This is what you project.
-A round shape, white inside...
-White inside?
You shouldn't have said that.
"You're white on the outside and inside."
It didn't make any sense.
What do you mean?
-Rayen.
-Yes.
-This is you.
-Great.
It doesn't have to be difficult.
Strangely enough, I having trouble
not laughing at this performance.
Because it's such an utter failure.
And I love that.
We could sculpt Henry's forehead,
but we need more clay.
I don't have a short forehead
like Yolanthe Cabau van Kasbergen.
Hers is really small.
Pay attention next time.
Anyway, we all have our flaws.
Yolanthe is perfect, just like me.
-You're doing great, Alex.
-Thank you.
You're quite "clay-pable."
Awesome.
Very cool. Bravo.
Thank you so much for watching.
Let's hear it for...
I basically had just one joke
about lesbian pottery.
The one about Claudia de Breij.
I'm sorry, Claudia. I love you.
My performance bombed,
but there's more to come later.
"Marcel Duchamp." No.
Nein, nein, "Marcel Duchamp."
-Marcel Duchamp.
-"Duchamp."
"He turned the art world on its head.
"At the age of 19..." Get lost, Bas.
You obviously try to egg each other on.
But he just made a run for it.
I almost had him.
-Where is he going?
-He's afraid of you.
-Is he afraid of Bas?
-I don't want to be around Bas right now.
Bas Hoeflaak, fucking hell.
-I'm the same. I can't look at Bas either.
-See him run.
What makes Superman weak? Kryptonite.
Bas Hoeflaak is my kryptonite.
And I'm Superman.
Parsnip. Forgotten vegetable.
I was sitting behind Stefano,
eating a grilled cheese
and decided to impersonate him
using his own jokes that fell flat.
Regular celery.
Soundos is sitting behind me,
taunting me with this strange voice,
sounding like a toilet chain-smoking lady.
"Regular celery."
That was definitely a chuckle.
He thinks we didn't see it.
Did my parsnip make you laugh?
I really hope so.
-Did you just laugh?
-I think so.
-It was such a bad impersonation.
-I said, "Parsnip, forgotten vegetable."
Please tell me it's him.
No one laughed.
I thought Soundos had fallen over.
-I'm coming.
-Let's take a look.
This is exciting.
You have a seductive way
of eating a grilled cheese.
Let's have a look.
Right there.
Got you! Excellent. I thought
he'd be tough to crack. But I got him.
When? Not during a performance,
but at a time when no one saw it coming.
I wanted to laugh at her.
That's where it went wrong.
We all want that.
I hate that this made me laugh,
with everything that's going on.
-It's starting to stink a little bit.
-It's been stinking the whole time.
You're lucky you can't smell it there.
-Well, I smell revenge.
-Sorry.
I love you.
-That was very mean.
-I love you, man.
Okay.
-I was looking for a way to get you.
-And I was looking for a way to retaliate.
Do you know why the Gipsy Kings
play guitar like this?
The Gipsy Kings? No.
Did you ever try rehearsing
in a trailer with 12 men?
I can see it right now.
Not possible.
I was traveling across the ocean
I was traveling across the sea
We started making music
hoping something would happen.
We can't just sit there in silence.
That would be unacceptable.
Traveling across the sea
He was traveling across the ocean
He was traveling alone...
Sounds like Soundos giving birth.
Instead of singing, I decided to observe.
I would often take the time
to observe the others
just to see their reaction
and perhaps use it against them.
-Look at that.
-There's food on the way.
By Qucee.
-I just ate.
-I'm sure there's room for more.
-Yummy.
-Thanks, Q.
No problem. You know me.
I'd love some pizza as well.
Or being eliminated means
we're not getting any food?
Yeah... We have a limited budget.
Right, I'm off.
Bye. Thank you, Q.
-Thanks for bringing us food, Qucee.
-No problem, guys.
-Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
-Are you okay?
-I'm making a mess.
-I'm a mess.
-Hand me a napkin.
-Here you go.
-It's all over me.
-Roué, Roué, Roué...
I had to get out of there
with my mouthful of pizza.
I had to get out. I knew things
were getting dangerous.
-I'm okay.
-Bas always stops on time.
-Thanks, Bas.
-Just look at this mess.
There it is. Finally.
They pressed the button.
No one knows what's going on.
I thought, "Maybe it's me."
Did I smile at the delivery person?
Was I smiling? I don't know.
I was concerned.
Did someone laugh?
Yes.
I didn't come here for no reason.
I felt like having a slice of pizza.
But now that I am here,
someone actually did laugh.
Let me get a slice.
No, wait. I haven't been eliminated yet.
Aren't you nervous? I am.
Roué, your attention, please.
I don't know who it is, but pay attention.
I'll pay attention carefully.
It's a laugh.
-Very subtle.
-When you're walking...
...and chewing at the same time,
the muscles you're unable to control
are slightly more relaxed.
That's where I was caught smiling.
If my mouth had been empty,
I would have gotten away with it.
-Go ahead, Roué.
-I wonder what your avatar looks like.
Jeez, yours is quite cruel.
I've prepared dozens of performances,
and he cracks over pizza.
An improv pizza sketch.
But a smile is a smile,
so you won't hear me complain.
-We haven't gotten a warning yet.
-Neither has Bas.
Yes, indeed.
Bas, Nienke, Soundos, and Alex
haven't gotten a warning yet.
The five of us.
-He even tried to hide it.
-So did I.
I hid behind that thing,
thinking I would get away with it.
-You two are very strict.
-Oh, well.
I really hate the fact
that Soundos made me laugh.
So now it's personal.
I dug my own grave,
because I angered Stefano.
By some twist of fate,
Henry and I both decide
to go after Soundos at the same time.
Hi, babe. All by yourself?
We're a few hours in, so I decided
to tighten the screws face to face.
It's hard, isn't it?
The situation is hard, isn't it?
A targeted attack on Soundos,
in this case.
-I'm just sitting here, thinking.
-About what?
-Serious or unimportant things?
-Taxes.
And I know which buttons to press
with Soundos.
What kind of things
do you find funny, Alex?
I'm going to attack and take down
Rayen, Roué, and Soundos.
-Your cat, Roué.
-Holy hell.
Stefano is a dog.
I'm running out of material.
-This is Why? That's Why! by Roué.
-Then he does me, reading from my book.
I have three kids.
Randy, Julian, and Louis. Louis Vuitton.
Funny, but it didn't make me laugh,
until he did Michael Jackson.
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What did I get myself into?
I have a gag. Two tits in a bag.
-Look.
-There.
-Tineke!
-Yes.
I don't even know why I laughed.
It was just a "ha."
Yes.
Suddenly...
Who could it be?
It was a violation, because I lost it.
What's a vegan snack
attracted to the same sex?
A "hummussexual."
Jeroom, that's two of them.
-Someone laughed.
-Somebody pushed the red button.
And this time I'm scared.
For the first time it might have been me.
It's making me panic.
-Was it you just laughing?
-I don't know.
It was obvious.
Are we just really good at this
or simply not funny?
Can't it be both?
Back in the control room,
we laughed a lot.
We're watching The Naked Gun.
We'll take a look.
Let's have a look.
We'll take a look. Okay.
Did I laugh? No, right?
I don't want to leave yet.
I thought, "Was it me?"
Each time the buzzer goes off,
I'm afraid it was me.
-No way.
-Oh, shit.
No, no, no.
I felt bad for Ruben,
but I was relieved it wasn't me.
It's a pity.
I had this amazing farewell speech.
Or rather, I had prepared one,
but Soundos just started blaring.
-Later, bro.
-I didn't bet on myself.
See you later.
-Sure?
-I couldn't care less.
There's too many of us.
I feel a winner by not leaving first.
Good riddance, because he's a threat,
to himself and to everyone else.
I'm not done yet.
We revealed the first one,
but two people were caught laughing.
I heard Philippe say
there was another one.
I thought, "Oh, dear."
Let's see.
For the first time,
I'm worried it could be me.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm starting to feel tired.
-Yes.
-Tineke.
Rayen.
You look so cute.
A polite smile.
I knew it was wrong,
but it's like that game of yes and no.
I just couldn't help myself
saying yes or no.
-Go ahead and eliminate yourself.
-You may eliminate yourself.
Tineke smiled as if she'd forgotten
she was on the show.
Such a kind and lovely smile. Too sweet.
But the rules are tough.
She's out.
-Good luck!
-See you later, Ruben.
-This is too hard.
-It's a game for the youth.
Well done.
Please come into our control room.
-Ruben.
-Oh, man.
-That wasn't so bad.
-Exactly.
-Tineke.
-I wouldn't bet on myself.
Welcome.
I was hurt that no one laughed
at my very best impersonation.
Just like now. What the fuck?
And right now we can laugh.
I love your impersonation of Stefano.
You sound just like him.
It's addictive. I love it so much,
I could do this all day.
I can't explain what it feels like
to be able to impersonate someone
so perfectly and sound exactly the same.
It just feels amazing. I can't stop.
I just can't stop.
And it's starting to bug him,
which is too bad, but also funny.
Why don't we all impersonate Stefano?
We could all try and impersonate Stefano.
I feel reasonably well to give it a try.
I've never tried it before,
but I can already hear the resemblance.
-I say, keep it up. I reach for my swords.
-You definitely hear the resemblance.
They won't be able to tell us apart.
I'm not good at impersonations.
So I didn't join in.
I can't even think about it properly.
If I really make an effort... That's it.
There's nothing to it.
This is getting crazy.
I can't impersonate Stefano Keizers.
-"This is getting crazy."
-Not you too.
Have a seat. But I must ask you
to remain absolutely silent.
Philippe and I have a technically
very challenging and important job to do.
Okay.
-Ready, Philippe?
-Go ahead.
Oh, no.
There it is.
-Go on. Give me your best impersonations.
-I'd like to, but the suit doesn't fit me.
I talk a bit like this...
There's a rule in comedy. Something may be
funny. But if you keep repeating it,
it just stops being funny.
So you have to take it to the next level.
And it becomes exponentially funny.
Besides, those leather pants
are way too hot.
The more they make fun of me,
the more insecure I get and risk
breaking out into nervous laughter.
Don't go.
I've prepared several performances,
but then I got this idea.
Just a little something,
while there's still so many of us.
I would love to take a picture
of all of you together.
So let's have the short people stand
in front of the taller ones.
It reminds me of
Bring Your Parents To Work Day.
Right. A little closer, Nienke.
An important detail is that
it's going to be an imaginary picture.
A genius idea, if I say so myself.
Are you ready? On my cue,
everybody say "cheese."
Cheese.
I really thought that would work.
It had no effect whatsoever.
On to plan B, which is actually plan A,
since I switched it with plan B.
It's the most brilliant performance
I have planned.
Now, the second part of my performance.
My brothers and I would always
play this game during summer holidays.
It's called Veggie Smiles. Also famous
from my show, which you haven't seen.
It's very simple. I want to find out
if you think vegetables are funny.
Growing up,
this game never failed to impress.
I'm absolutely certain Veggie Smiles
will bring them to their knees.
Bas, we'll start with you.
Bas...
You never know
what Stefano is going to do next.
I would like to know whether or not
a zucchini tickles your funny bone.
Not really, no.
-Henry.
-Yes.
He went down the line. You could feel
the tension rise with your turn coming up.
No matter what you say,
you feel a certain tension.
Eggplant.
I'm sorry.
I'm glad I was able to keep
a straight face because it was hilarious.
Alex.
What's interesting about Stefano
is his disruptiveness,
which slowly builds up.
Would it make you laugh
if I say the word...
potato?
-It's funny.
-You people are made of stone.
It was hard.
-Rayen Panday, are you a Veggie Smiler?
-Don't think so.
Poor Rayen.
He's like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
So you're saying there's nothing funny...
about a carrot?
Not right now, no.
It was very well thought out.
I was sure he was about to make
one of us burst out laughing.
Celery stalk.
No, but that's just because I hate it.
You should say something else.
Regular celery.
That was not "nece-celery."
"Regular celery." Yeah, that was...
But the fact that he invaded
my personal space made it harder.
He was literally getting close,
or at least close enough
to break my concentration.
And his face... I swear it's like
a 3D-printed cartoon.
Broccoli.
I actually quite like it.
Broccoli soup is delicious.
Well, Roué. It all comes down to you.
Would you laugh if I said...
fried onions?
No.
"Fried onions." Hilarious.
I've never laughed so hard
at fried onions as I am right now.
Onion.
Carrot.
Spinach.
I give up. Just forget about it.
Thank you very much.
The performance didn't go as planned.
Perhaps I should've gone with fruit.
Well done, Stefano.
Don't be hard on yourself.
I haven't felt this bad
about being on stage in a long time.
And I've done
some pretty awful things on stage.
I am really discouraged.
It seems Bas Hoeflaak is getting ready.
Oh, Bas. Fuck.
-Bas...
-The man Henry van Loon fears most.
Okay.
My sole purpose for being here
is to make Henry van Loon laugh.
It's such a shame he's a contestant.
It really sucks ass.
I didn't see Bas as a threat,
so I was like, "Bring it on."
You're no threat to me. Let's go.
But I underestimated him.
This is so silly, absolutely ludicrous.
It makes no sense at all.
Then came the arm.
At some point, I thought,
"This is exactly my kind of humor."
The arm that keeps getting longer.
Henry is struggling.
The question is,
how long is that arm going to be?
I'm behind the curtain.
The arm is getting longer and longer.
I just have to pinch my arm
or bite my tongue. I can't handle this.
At some point, I hear someone laugh.
He caved.
I just burst out laughing.
It was like having to throw up.
And we have Roué next.
Henry is bent over the kitchen counter,
and he absolutely loses it.
Which only made it harder,
since I already was on the verge myself.
Good heavens, it was long.
Such a long arm. It was just unbelievable.
Oh, damn.
Yes.
This was my performance so far.
-Then he comes out.
-This was me and my long arm.
If you were to describe it,
it is very close
to my own style.
I'm a man with a long arm.
I'm sure he knew it,
because he was looking at me.
"I made it myself. This is my arm."
So I was like...
This one, not this one. This one.
I had it custom-made.
Who was it?
Henry van Loon! Henry van Loon!
Henry, Henry, Henry van Loon!
Mission accomplished.
I made Henry van Loon laugh.
So long, Henry. So long, bye.
We'll watch it together,
but I must warn you,
the footage is highly distressing.
He's dying there.
-A total breakdown.
-That is so funny.
So funny.
Henry, the honor is all yours.
Poor Henry.
This was one of the very few moments
in my life that I laughed so much.
I swear. This almost never happens.
And nine times out of ten, if at all,
it's because of Bas.
And Bas is here. I will never forget
his long-arm sketch.
Honestly.
Too fucking bad for Henry.
Oh, okay.
Tineke is back.
It really suits you.
-Do I look good?
-Looking more like Sidonia with that body.
Soundos SquarePants.
Soundos SquarePants, Soundos SquarePants
What's the difference
between you and this fridge?
A fridge doesn't fart
when you pull the meat out.
-Okay. Bye, sweety.
-Did the fridge just tell a joke?
When you open the fridge,
there's a llama on a screen telling jokes.
And you're like,
"What did I get myself into?"
A talking fridge.
That reminds me of something.
Hi honey, I'm filming in the Netherlands.
I can't wait to see what Roué is up to.
Who's that?
-Roué?
-Oh, it's Roué.
That was just a recall.
A callback, if you will.
We're all together now. You should know
that I'm more than just Roué and his bits.
I also have hobbies.
Lately, I've taken up lesbian pottery.
This isn't my most effective performance.
It's just to get an idea
of what it's like to perform
knowing I wouldn't laugh myself.
This piece right here is Claudia de Breij.
And she's... No?
I'm sure you recognize her.
-Will you join me up here, Alex?
-No, that's okay... Well, all right then.
Please don't get me involved.
Why do I have to be funny?
Let's make somebody here
that portrays their character traits.
Yes.
With some types of comedy,
something happens if there is no laughter.
It suddenly lacks comedic context,
which makes it awkward.
-This is Soundos.
-Is that me?
Yes.
-Why?
-This is what you project.
-A round shape, white inside...
-White inside?
You shouldn't have said that.
"You're white on the outside and inside."
It didn't make any sense.
What do you mean?
-Rayen.
-Yes.
-This is you.
-Great.
It doesn't have to be difficult.
Strangely enough, I having trouble
not laughing at this performance.
Because it's such an utter failure.
And I love that.
We could sculpt Henry's forehead,
but we need more clay.
I don't have a short forehead
like Yolanthe Cabau van Kasbergen.
Hers is really small.
Pay attention next time.
Anyway, we all have our flaws.
Yolanthe is perfect, just like me.
-You're doing great, Alex.
-Thank you.
You're quite "clay-pable."
Awesome.
Very cool. Bravo.
Thank you so much for watching.
Let's hear it for...
I basically had just one joke
about lesbian pottery.
The one about Claudia de Breij.
I'm sorry, Claudia. I love you.
My performance bombed,
but there's more to come later.
"Marcel Duchamp." No.
Nein, nein, "Marcel Duchamp."
-Marcel Duchamp.
-"Duchamp."
"He turned the art world on its head.
"At the age of 19..." Get lost, Bas.
You obviously try to egg each other on.
But he just made a run for it.
I almost had him.
-Where is he going?
-He's afraid of you.
-Is he afraid of Bas?
-I don't want to be around Bas right now.
Bas Hoeflaak, fucking hell.
-I'm the same. I can't look at Bas either.
-See him run.
What makes Superman weak? Kryptonite.
Bas Hoeflaak is my kryptonite.
And I'm Superman.
Parsnip. Forgotten vegetable.
I was sitting behind Stefano,
eating a grilled cheese
and decided to impersonate him
using his own jokes that fell flat.
Regular celery.
Soundos is sitting behind me,
taunting me with this strange voice,
sounding like a toilet chain-smoking lady.
"Regular celery."
That was definitely a chuckle.
He thinks we didn't see it.
Did my parsnip make you laugh?
I really hope so.
-Did you just laugh?
-I think so.
-It was such a bad impersonation.
-I said, "Parsnip, forgotten vegetable."
Please tell me it's him.
No one laughed.
I thought Soundos had fallen over.
-I'm coming.
-Let's take a look.
This is exciting.
You have a seductive way
of eating a grilled cheese.
Let's have a look.
Right there.
Got you! Excellent. I thought
he'd be tough to crack. But I got him.
When? Not during a performance,
but at a time when no one saw it coming.
I wanted to laugh at her.
That's where it went wrong.
We all want that.
I hate that this made me laugh,
with everything that's going on.
-It's starting to stink a little bit.
-It's been stinking the whole time.
You're lucky you can't smell it there.
-Well, I smell revenge.
-Sorry.
I love you.
-That was very mean.
-I love you, man.
Okay.
-I was looking for a way to get you.
-And I was looking for a way to retaliate.
Do you know why the Gipsy Kings
play guitar like this?
The Gipsy Kings? No.
Did you ever try rehearsing
in a trailer with 12 men?
I can see it right now.
Not possible.
I was traveling across the ocean
I was traveling across the sea
We started making music
hoping something would happen.
We can't just sit there in silence.
That would be unacceptable.
Traveling across the sea
He was traveling across the ocean
He was traveling alone...
Sounds like Soundos giving birth.
Instead of singing, I decided to observe.
I would often take the time
to observe the others
just to see their reaction
and perhaps use it against them.
-Look at that.
-There's food on the way.
By Qucee.
-I just ate.
-I'm sure there's room for more.
-Yummy.
-Thanks, Q.
No problem. You know me.
I'd love some pizza as well.
Or being eliminated means
we're not getting any food?
Yeah... We have a limited budget.
Right, I'm off.
Bye. Thank you, Q.
-Thanks for bringing us food, Qucee.
-No problem, guys.
-Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!
-Are you okay?
-I'm making a mess.
-I'm a mess.
-Hand me a napkin.
-Here you go.
-It's all over me.
-Roué, Roué, Roué...
I had to get out of there
with my mouthful of pizza.
I had to get out. I knew things
were getting dangerous.
-I'm okay.
-Bas always stops on time.
-Thanks, Bas.
-Just look at this mess.
There it is. Finally.
They pressed the button.
No one knows what's going on.
I thought, "Maybe it's me."
Did I smile at the delivery person?
Was I smiling? I don't know.
I was concerned.
Did someone laugh?
Yes.
I didn't come here for no reason.
I felt like having a slice of pizza.
But now that I am here,
someone actually did laugh.
Let me get a slice.
No, wait. I haven't been eliminated yet.
Aren't you nervous? I am.
Roué, your attention, please.
I don't know who it is, but pay attention.
I'll pay attention carefully.
It's a laugh.
-Very subtle.
-When you're walking...
...and chewing at the same time,
the muscles you're unable to control
are slightly more relaxed.
That's where I was caught smiling.
If my mouth had been empty,
I would have gotten away with it.
-Go ahead, Roué.
-I wonder what your avatar looks like.
Jeez, yours is quite cruel.
I've prepared dozens of performances,
and he cracks over pizza.
An improv pizza sketch.
But a smile is a smile,
so you won't hear me complain.
-We haven't gotten a warning yet.
-Neither has Bas.
Yes, indeed.
Bas, Nienke, Soundos, and Alex
haven't gotten a warning yet.
The five of us.
-He even tried to hide it.
-So did I.
I hid behind that thing,
thinking I would get away with it.
-You two are very strict.
-Oh, well.
I really hate the fact
that Soundos made me laugh.
So now it's personal.
I dug my own grave,
because I angered Stefano.
By some twist of fate,
Henry and I both decide
to go after Soundos at the same time.
Hi, babe. All by yourself?
We're a few hours in, so I decided
to tighten the screws face to face.
It's hard, isn't it?
The situation is hard, isn't it?
A targeted attack on Soundos,
in this case.
-I'm just sitting here, thinking.
-About what?
-Serious or unimportant things?
-Taxes.
And I know which buttons to press
with Soundos.
What kind of things
do you find funny, Alex?
I'm going to attack and take down
Rayen, Roué, and Soundos.
-Your cat, Roué.
-Holy hell.
Stefano is a dog.
I'm running out of material.
-This is Why? That's Why! by Roué.
-Then he does me, reading from my book.
I have three kids.
Randy, Julian, and Louis. Louis Vuitton.
Funny, but it didn't make me laugh,
until he did Michael Jackson.