You Ding, I Ding – Buddy System Ep3

You Ding, I Ding – Buddy System Ep3


Previously onBuddy System:Rhett tries to help Linkfind his phone
by looking at…
-Moles. Moles
-Moles?And making some sort
of light sandwich.
But all Link finds
is Rhett’s…
Super special secret
super secret special bike. -Can I ride it?
-No.Because you know
where Link’s phone is.
-Yeah.
-It’s in the clutches of…
Renowned infomercial queen -Aimee Brells.
-She is me.So, while Rhett and Link
head back to the restaurant…
I remember putting my phone down-on the counter.
-…Aimee hacks in.
-It was one-two-three-four.
-Uh-oh.
That’s right! -(laughing)
-Enjoy.
-There’s a spot right there.
-Yep. Wait. Why don’t you back in? Well, because I don’t back in. Yeah, but then when we’re done,
we could just zip away. I mean, it saves time. There’s no hassle.
There’s no fuss. There’s no nothing. But you’re not really
getting rid of the hassle. You’re just moving it
to the beginning of the parking experience. But that’s when you want
the hassle– at the beginning, not the end,
after who knows what’s happened. I mean, you could’ve just had
your wisdom teeth removed and you’re delirious,
or, uh, you could’ve started a brawl in there
and there’s an angry mob chasing you out of the building
and across the parking lot. “Time-out, Mr. Mob.
I need a few minutes to do a reverse
three-point turn.” When I’m parking, I’m focused
on the task at hand– in this case, going back in that restaurant
and getting your phone. I don’t want to deal
with the hassle of backing in. Well, okay, fine.
You’re the driver. That’s right– I am the driver. I still shouldn’t
have backed in. ♪♪ RHETT:
It’s barely noticeable. I notice it.
It’s right there. Well, that’s ’cause you know
exactly where to look. Close your eyes. One. Two. Three. Okay. It’s right there. Listen, the person
who owns this car is never gonna know about this. Well, just because somebody
doesn’t know about it doesn’t make it okay
that you did it. Does it? (sighs) Hello. My name is Rhett, and I just put
an almost imperceptible dent in a navy 1995 Mercedes-Benz. Sorry. (spits) You ding, I ding. What? What’d you do? Ding? You ding, I ding. I ding, you ding? We ding. Okay, I think
I understand, but… I’m not sure that’s the best way
to handle this, because… my ding’s not the only ding
on your door. I’m not concerned
with other people’s dings. I’m concerned with your ding. -My ding?
-Your ding. (sighs) Okay.
I guess I don’t mind, as long as the dings match. Dings must match. (grunts) Uh, I think your ding
is bigger than his ding. -You think so?
-Yeah. ♪♪ I ding, you ding. (grunts) (grunting) (yells) I think we’re even. Now we are even. (man laughs) (all laughing) Come on, fellas.
Let me buy the lunch. Oh, don’t worry about it.
We’re not here to eat. We’re just here
to meet the owner -to get my phone back.
-The owner? Hello.
I am George, the owner. (laughs) Come. Come! (grunts) Come in, boys. Sit. Sit. So, what did you do? I’m sorry. What? What did you do? I lost my ph… Yes. You lost. I find. Yes. I lost, you find. (laughing):
Yes. Yes. Is this… yours? No. Uh… I’m looking for my phone. -So, this is not yours?
-No. -Would you like it to be yours?
-Not really. -You don’t like it?
-It’s very pretty… Oh, no, you don’t have
to compliment it. It-it doesn’t belong to me. Just, do you want it? No. Oh. -Okay.
-W-Would you mind if maybe I just look
through the box? Oh… Is this yours? (George chuckling) Ah? No. George, we said it was a phone. Oh. Yes, yes, yes… -Oh…
-Did you find it? Yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes. Is this yours? No. Okay. Okay. (cell phone chimes) -What?
-What? Oh, no. “Oh, no” what? I know who has your phone. Because she hacked
Good Mythical Morning.
“She” who? Aimee Brells. Aimee Brells,
the infomercial queen? Yeah, she posted one of her commercials
on our YouTube channel. MALE NARRATOR:Did you know
that the average person
loses hundreds of hairs
every time they shower?
Stop wasting all that
perfectly good hair.
Introducing the DrainWeaver,the innovative
drain replacement
that turns your old hair
into new threads.
Simply remove your boring
existing drain,
install the DrainWeaver
and wait four to six months.
Voilà, that’s a new shirt
made from your hair.
And, when you install
a different
pattern disc of your choice,you can get more
than just a shirt.
That’s a dress.Hi. I’m Aimee Brells,
president of BrellLyfe. Stop letting your lovely locks
go down the pipes with your suds when they can be transformed
into fashionable duds. She also got into our Twitter,
Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Vine, Periscope, LinkedIn, Google Plus,
Twitch, Flickr, DeviantArt, Dubsmash… and NutDate. What’s NutDate? Oh. I just signed us up
for that. They deliver nuts and dates
to your door every week. I don’t think that’s what it is. But your phone
was password-protected. -Yeah.
-Was it one-two-three-four? Link! Gah… She’s getting back at us
after all these years. So, how did you guys
get to know Aimee Brells? We both dated her
in high school. -At the same time.
-GEORGE: Oh. You dinged, he dinged. -(chuckles)
-No, no. We didn’t even know we were dating her
at the same time. Until the prom. – ♪ I swear ♪
– ♪I swear♪ ♪By the moon and the stars
in the sky ♪ ♪Oh…♪ -♪ I’ll be there ♪
-♪I’ll be there♪ -♪ And I swear ♪
-♪And I swear♪ ♪ Like the shadow
that’s by your side… ♪ You look so dope. You don’t think
this bow’s too big? No, it’s perfect. You’re like a huge present. Are you saying I look boxy? No, you look very… un-boxy. (Aimee sighs, chuckles) Okay, guys, only gonna play
one more slow one, and then we gonna get crunk
up in this piece! -(scattered cheers)
-Yeah! So, what about my hair? Because Chaz McCorkle said
that it looked like an alien sucked it up,
partially digested it and vomited it back up
on my head. It kind of does. -What?
-But… in a really good way. Oh. Thanks, pookie. ♪♪ Link? What’s up? Why are y’all dancing together? Because we came
to the prom together. Duh. No. We came to the prom together.
Duh. Unless there’s another girl
around here that’s dressed
like a huge present. (chuckles) No, just me. RHETT:
Wait a second. Is this why you’ve
been sending me to get you punch
after every other song? And you’ve been sending me
to get you punch after every other other song? (sighing):
Okay. Boys, let me explain. We all came to the prom
together. You just didn’t know it. That’s why I asked you
to get into that big old human-sized garbage bag
on the way here. And that’s why I asked you
to carry that big old
human-sized garbage bag. But now this… is… perfect. We can be a three couple. We can be a “throuple.” Uh-uh. That’s not right. A “threeple.” We can be a threeple. God, that sounds like
a good idea, doesn’t it? No, it sounds like
a horrible idea. I think all your ideas
are pretty great. -Thanks.
-What is wrong with you, man? We always talked about how
we would get punch during the same song
for different girls. And is this the stupid hat
you wanted me to wear? -It’s not stupid.
-It’s not stupid. -What is going on with you?
-(Aimee sighs) Aimee, this is a very difficult
thing for me to do, and it doesn’t help
that you have perfectly coiffed
alien vomit hair… -I know.
-…but this is over. I’m dumping you. And so is Link. Let’s go. Oh, I don’t think Linky-poo is
going anywhere with you. Linky-poo’s not going anywhere. I thought you were
my best friend. DJ Fresh Maxxie 5000,
cut the music. (feedback squeals, rumbles) I got something I need to say. Now, this is gonna come
as a surprise to you, but… Link and I have both been… MALE STUDENT: Both been dating
Aimee Brells at the same time. MALE STUDENT 2:
We already knew that! Okay. Well, now… it’s over. Because the guy that I thought
was my home skillet, my dawg, my best friend, has shown his true colors. And those colors
are the color of… someone putting a girl
before their friend. It’s kind of a maroon
or a burgundy. Not really sure, but…
either way, it totally sucks! Link, you’re no longer
my best friend. You’re a punk… ass. You’re a punk-ass! -AIMEE: Oh, my…! (screams)
-(Link grunts) Rhett, I don’t know
what came over me, man. That was wack. Aimee, we’re through. Linky-poo out! DJ Fresh Maxxie 5000,
you know what to do. Actually, I do not know
what to do because we didn’t
discuss this beforehand. (quietly):
Just play that song that would be perfect
for this moment. Okay, it would’ve been nice
to give me a heads-up, but I got you, brother.
(chuckles) (grunts) ♪♪ ♪ What if you get
buried alive? ♪ ♪ Who’s gonna dig you out
from the ground? ♪ ♪ What if you
choke on some pie? ♪ ♪ Who is gonna squeeze it
back out? ♪ ♪ What if you’ve got one hand
in a garbage disposal ♪ ♪ And your other hand
switches it on? ♪ ♪ Whose third hand is gonna
pull your first hand out ♪ ♪ While their fourth hand
turns the switch back off? ♪ ♪ You need a BFF ♪ -♪ Best friend forever ♪
-♪Yes!♪ ♪ BFF
to help you out whenever ♪ -♪Yes!
-♪ BFF ♪ -♪ Best friend forever ♪
-♪Yes!♪ ♪ BFF
to help you out whenever ♪ ROBOTIC VOICE:
A BFF.♪ (song ends) (cheering and applause) AIMEE:
Move! Get out of my…! Move! Move! (frustrated yell) And, after that,
we never talked to Aimee again. (snoring) This is not good, man. People are confused
about this commercial. We’re gonna lose subscribers. So, what do we do? You remember when we were kids,
there was that guy that got his (whistles)
stuck in the hot tub jet? Yeah, Johnny JaScruzzi. Why? Well, he got it stuck in there
for like three days, and he became, like,
a local celebrity. They did a news story on him. And I heard the jets
made his (whistles) bigger. No, I think it just made
his balls smaller. But right after that,
Aimee got her hand stuck in the mashed potatoes at Clyde Buffett’s
All You Can Eat Trays of Food. She thought that they would do
a news story on her, but… everybody just ignored her. And then, three days later… She pulled her hand out
of the potatoes. Right. So, I say we just wait,
go on with our lives, business as usual,
and then I’m betting that she’s gonna pull her hand
right out of our potatoes. I know what they’re thinking. They think I’m gonna pull
my hand out of their potatoes. -But no! See…
-(buzzing, whirring) I’m gonna grab hold
of their potatoes and squeeze. (laughing) Upload the next commercial. (snorts) (grunts, sighs)

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