- Got any threes?
- Go fish!
- Liar, I can see a three right there in your hand!
- No, fish!
- Hey-de, hi-de, ho-de.
I am Sven, the Swedish fish.
I am here as a foreign exchange student.
- (gasps) That accent, it's just so--
- Weird? - Over the top?
- Potentially culturally insensitive?
- It's so sexy.
- Huh? (record skips)
- Since I am so new to your kitchen,
I was hoping someone might be willing to show me around.
- I volunteer.
- Guys, I think we need to get accents.
(upbeat polka music)
- What accent are you studying, Orange?
- I'm gonna go with Russian.
It sounds so tough, quite a-manly.
(laughs)
- I'm studying French.
Girls love the French accent.
That's why I brought in a vocal coach.
- Oi, oi, let us begin.
- Hello, my name is Little Apple.
- Slow with the Os, loosen your jaw, pretend your tongue
is made of jelly, eh?
- Hello, my name is Little Apple.
- More with the Os, less intelligible.
Imagine your whole mouth is soupy nonsense, eh?
(blows kiss)
- Hello, my name is Little Apple.
- Now I have no clue what you're even trying to say.
You're finally getting French, eh.
(screams)
- I'm going with Canadian, 'cause it's so easy.
- Let's hear it.
- I'm doing it right now.
- That's not an accent, that's just your normal voice.
- Exactly.
The Canadian accent sound exactly like ours
except for one word.
See if you can guess which one.
My name is Grapefruit.
I'm a Libra and I love weightlifting.
But enough a-boot me, let's talk a-boot you.
- What's with Canadians and boots anyways?
- It's really cold up there, so winter boots
are constantly on their minds. (laughs)
- What a-boot you, Pear?
What accent are you gonna use to impress the ladies?
- I don't know.
Maybe Australian.
- Oh, that's a good one!
- Might even win over some guys with an Australian accent.
(laughs)
- Let's hear it, Pear.
- Aye, mates!
Put another shrimp on the barbie.
(record skips)
- Um, that's horrible.
- Not even close, dude.
- I'll have the bloomin' onion, please.
- Colder, definitely colder.
- Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
- Pear, do everyone a favor and never attempt an accent
ever again.
- Yeah, sounds like a plan.
- Oh, they're coming back.
Everyone, get your accents ready.
- If I had any idea the foods in American kitchens
were always beautiful as this, I would have come
much sooner.
(laughs)
- Hello, Passion.
- Orange, what's wrong with your voice?
- Nothing wrong, I make conversation in normal fashion.
- Is there something stuck in your esophagus?
- Bon jor, ladies.
- What?
- Make your mouth soupier.
- Bon jor.
- I have no idea what you're saying.
- Soupier, you fool!
- Blah, blah!
- You know, Sven, I've lived in the kitchen my whole life.
I'd be happy to tell you anything you'd like to know
a-boot it.
- What's going on?
Why are you guys talking so weird?
- Crikey, look at that wallaby.
- Uh, come on.
These boys are being weird.
- It was a pleasure to meet you.
- Bye, Sven, see you a-boot! (laughs)
- Hey, that's my accent, dude.
Stop stepping on my game!
- No, boot!
- Huh? (screams)
(Passion gasps)
(Orange screams)
I'm okay, my vocal cords appear to have been crushed.
However, I guess this is my new voice now.
- Ugh.
- So, what part of the kitchen would ladies
like to show me next?
- Um, maybe you should show yourself around.
- Yeah, bye.
- Crikey, welcome to the club, man.
(record skips) - Dude, just no.
- Yeah, I'm sorry.
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