WILLIAM REFUSES TO SEE THE "SPECIAL" DOCTOR!!!/Transcript

Violette1st 2017-2018 intro

William: DON'T MESS WITH ME!!!!!!!!

Bill: FRICKIN' JERK!!!!!!!!!!!

William: You better not turn off the frickin' internet!

Violette: 'Cause it says...

William: I have a- GET- headache. GET FRICKIN' REKT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Violette: WILLIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

William: Get out!

(Violette1st logo pops up and then explodes)

Transcript

(The video starts with Violette trying to get William to the doctor's place.)

Violette: Are you KIDDING me?! Don’t you seriously tell me you’re asleep! I left you on that sofa. I told you to get ready for your doctor‘s appointment. Oh, you won't be needing this thing, will we?

William: Get off!

Violette: Give me that!

William: I'm watching TV!

Violette: No you're not. Give it to me now! Give it—

William: I'm watching SpongeBob.

Violette: You’re not watching SpongeBob, the TV's not even on. Give me that! Well let’s go. We gotta get out of here, William. Let’s go.

William: Get back.

Violette: Let’s go. We gotta get to the..to your doctor’s appointment. Let’s go. William, we gotta go! William, I told you to get ready for the doctor’s appointment and you went to sleep and piled pillows all over you. Let’s go.

William: Get off!

Violette: Don’t use the dog’s Dora blanket. Let’s go. Move your leg over let’s go! Let’s go!

William: Get off!

Violette: Let’s go! Move your leg over! For real I have-I cannot reach you!

William: Ow!

Violette: Well?

William: Get off!

Violette: You get off for real!

William: Ow!

Violette: Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle. (hears the thunder) (gasp) Now you waited for the storm to begin. Are you proud of yourself for waiting for the storm?

William: (crying) Frickin' hungry.

Violette: Let’s go give me my hand back.

William: I just wanna sleep.

Violette: You can sleep in the car.

William: The car to where?

Violette: We’re going to your special doctor’s appointment.

William: OH NO!!!!!! NO WE’RE NOT!!!!!!!!!

Violette: Yes we are!

William: YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT WAS TODAY!!!!!!!!!

Violette: YES I DID!!!!!!!!!!!

William: I’M NOT GOING!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Violette: William, we are going and it’s-.

William: Every time we go there, She always asks me how I am and how’s life going. What’s going on?, Are you in a good mood? and everything! I CAN’T STAND IT!!! SHE’S, SO, RUUUUUUUUUUUUDE!!!!!!!!

Violette: How is she rude to ask you how you’re doing? That’s a common courtesy to ask you how you’re doing that’s not rude William.

William: It’s not common.

Violette: William that’s not rude to ask you how you’re doing.

William: Would you get off?

Violette: That’s her job is to see how you’re doing you should be glad that she cares.

William: What‘s a courtesy?

Violette: William, she’s just doing being kind and doing her job.

William: Get off!

Violette: Let’s go.

William: GET OFF!!!

Violette: No no.

William: GET OFF!!!

Violette: No, we gotta go!

William: Make me some food!

Violette: Excuse me? You do not order me around like that.

William: She’s so rude she’s like “How are you doing?” I-I can’t stand her I mean I’m like I DON’T HAVE FEELINGS!!!!!!

Violette: William everybody has feelings you have.

William: (over Violette) I can’t frickin' stand her!

Violette: William, you do have feelings stop.

William: Get off!

Violette: Maybe that’s the problem is that you think that you don’t have feelings if you-you could find you’re feelings, you might not need to go there as much, you need to find your feelings.

William: (over Violette) GET OFF THE COUCH!!!

Violette: See? That’s a feeling right there, ”rage”, see? You do have feelings see?

William: Get off!

Violette: See? You have feelings.

William: (over Violette) Get off!

Violette: No. Don’t you do that get up. Stop be-

William: (over Violette) Make me food!

Violette: No.

William: I’m hungry!

Violette: No get up now!

William: I’m hungry!

Violette: Okay, what do you want?

William: Food.

Violette: I’ll get you a wrap from-

William: (screaming at the top of his lungs) I’M HUNGRY NOW MAKE ME FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Violette: (Shocked by William’s screaming command) Oh my gosh! That was very mean!

William: Frickin’ take my shoes away.

Violette: I didn’t take your shoes away. Good, right about time you got up. What are you doing? (William beats Violette with a pencil) OUCH!!! STOP IT!!! DON’T BEAT ME WITH A PENCIL!!! STOP IT NOW!!! (sobbing) STOP!!! (Continues sobbing) No! Watch out, you know what? You-you beat me with a pencil then, Bam!

William: Ow! Get off!

Violette: Bam!

William: Get... off! Get... off! Get off! GET OFF!!! (Panting) I just wanna sleep.

Violette: William, I can’t... afford to be late for the appointment, I’m not gonna pay a late fee, and I don’t wanna have to risk—

William: Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!!!

Violette: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! (Fast talking) You were making me late this morning you know what I mean?!?!? Don’t you know how I feel don’t you get me late this instant!!!

William: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!

Violette: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!

William: Don’t you blah me!!!

Violette: (normal talking pace) Don’t you blah me!

William: (Screaming at the top of his lungs) YOU BLAH ME AND I’LL BLAH YOU BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Violette: You blahed me first! And you beat me with a pencil!

William: I DON’T CARE IF I BLAHED YOU, AND BEAT YOU WITH A PENCIL! I, DON’T, CARE!!!!!!!!!

Violette: You’re acting like a two year old. (William beats Violette with a pillow) William!!! I’m gonna tell her that you did that... and you’re not gonna-

William: (over Violette) I DON’T CARE!!! I DON’T CARE!!! (throws a pencil across the room)

Violette: You just threw a pencil across the room!

William: I’M NOT GOING!!! (THROWS A TANTRUM) I’M NOT GOING!!!

Violette: You have to go.

William: (over Violette) I ALREADY TOLD YOU!!!

Violette: I need your medications refilled! We have to go! (William opens door) It’s storming out there you’re not going out there! My gosh, William don’t- (William opens door again) what are you doing?

William: It’s raining.

Violette: Mo-Move! I tol- Well we gotta run out in the rain the minute anyways. Ha ha, couldn’t run away because it was raining. Sit down, and let’s you know actually do you have everything you need? You wanna take a little book with you or something?

William: I’m not going! Make me some food.

Violette: No, because of the way you’re talking to me.

William: (Jumping on the couch like a two year old and screaming) MAKE ME SOME FOOD!!! MAKE, ME, SOME, FOOD!!!! NOW GO!!!!!!

Violette: Your underpants were showing.

William: I DON’T CARE IF MY UNDERPANTS WERE SHOWING!!! Just make me some food!

Violette: No because of the way you said it. You need to show an ounce of respect! An ounce!

William: (screaming at Violette) GO MAKE ME SOME FAVORITE DAMN FOOD!!!

Violette: (gasps) How-

William: NOW!!!

Violette: -dare you!? You shouldn’t talk like that! Gonna kick your donkey ASS!

William: DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT!!!

Violette: (looks at a cat) Oh look at these (laughing) babies are making me insane! (still laughing) Oh my gosh sto-ho-hop! You’re not in charge of what I say. I’m the parent here! You know what? Guess what? Now we gotta go out in the rain you happy? (William beats Violette with a pillow again) (Gasp) Watch out for the dogs- ha- don’t do- Watch out for the doggie please... and luckily you just missed her. Watch out (William throws a pillow at Violette) Stop! (William throws another pillow at Violette) Stop! (William throws yet another pillow at Violette but Violette Blocks it) Stop! And you be more careful!

William: Go make me some food! Make me food!

Violette: When you threw a pillow, it-it brushed up on the dog! Dummy! No. No, you don’t say it like that.

William: Make me food!

Violette: Dummy! No. No, you don’t say it like that.

William: Make me food! All I’m asking for you to do, is get out some bread and make me... something!

Violette: Oh, all right sit down. I-I'll....

William: Sandwich, you can make me a sandwich!

Violette: I-I’ll make you a sandwich, go sit down! I’ll make you a sandwich, go sit down.

William: Make me a sandwich.

Violette: A-And if you say please.

William: Please.

Violette: All right. (Video cut) Here’s his little sandwich, peanut butter sandwich, with crusts cut off, I even cut the crusts off to be nice, I'm really trying to work with him ‘cause I know the doctor’s good for him. Oh William, your sandwich is ready, I cut it into quarters like you like it.

William: Oh crap.

Violette: Get up. Come on. Got you your little sandwich. Wha-what are you doing?! William! Get up! Wha-oh my gosh! G- William, snap out of it!

William: Someone's got me pinned.

Violette: Would you get up right now?!

William: I can’t.

Violette: Watch out. Get up! Give me your hand! (William tries to get up) I’m getting tired of this nonsense!

William: Oh my god.

Violette: Get up!

William: Just give me my food.

Violette: ‘Scuse me?

William: Please give me my food.

Violette: All right. Well I tried to work hard with you. I cut it into quarters like you like it, How are you gonna hold that?! Get up! You're gonna spill it, I don’t want the dogs to get near it! Come on! Do you need me to help you up?

William: (Groans) (Pushes the couch)

Violette: Oh my gosh! What are you doing?! Get up! This is ridiculous already! All right. Now get up. Goodness gracious, William!

William: Nice fart.

Violette: ‘Scuse me? That’s not necessary to advertise. There you go, made that with love.

William: What is this?

Violette: It's your sandwich.

William: Fish sandwich?

Violette: No it’s not a fish sandwich I even cut the crust off for you.

William: I wanted a fish sandwich.

Violette: You didn’t ask for a fish sandwich.

William: Yes I did, I said fish.

Violette: William, no you didn’t, you said anything.

William: It’s not even that fact that I’m really-okay okay okay okay...

Violette: The crust is cut off, I'll tell you want it in eighths, didn’t you?

William: Okay the crust is cut off?

Violette: Yep.

William: They-it’s not in eighths.

Violette: Can you just eat it in quarters?

William: (Looks at the sandwich) There’s no jell-there’s no jelly on em.

Violette: No you know I told you jelly is not gonna be good for the sandwiches right now. That’s too much sugar-

William: I don’t want this.

Violette: Well, then let’s go. You can just eat something later.

William: Peanut butter sandwich, I’d rather starve to death!

Violette: I eat peanut butter sandwiches.

William: They’re disgusting!

Violette: Jelly is not necessary.

William: I’m not eating a peanut butter sandwich!

Violette: You had-look, maybe when doctors avoid-

William: This should be in your lunch!

Violette: I have it in my lunch how did you know?

William: They’re frickin' disgusting! Look at this, look at this! (William throws the sandwiches ruining them)

Violette: WILLIAM, YOU FRICKIN’ JERK!!!!!!!!!! (Fast talk) I SAID, “I MADE A SANDWICH FOR YOU”, AND THEN YOU SAT THERE CRUSHED IT ON THE FLOOR, THIS IS RIDICULOUS!!! That, was rude!

William: That's what I think your peanut butter sandwiches! THAT'S WHAT I THINK OF THEM!!!

Violette: That's terrible, well, there goes your food, you're done buddy.

William: I'M NOT GOING TO THE APPOINTMENT, I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE TODAY, I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING TODAY, WHAT I'M GONNA DO IS I’M GONNA GO TO SLEEP! AND THESE CRUSTS CAN GO-

Violette: WILLIAM!!!

William: -FRICKIN' DIE!!! IT GETS THE CRUSTS!!! THE CRUSTS FALL INTO A HOLE, AND DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!

Violette: Oh, I got some nice information for the doctor now. Oh man. (William throws a pillow at his sandwiches.) WILLIAM!!! Ridiculous! Big baby!

William: I’M NOT GOING!!!

Violette: I’m gonna turn this camera off. You really got me annoyed.

William: SCREW YOU!!!

Violette: WILLIAM!!! BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!

William: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!

Violette: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! (The video ends.)