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is about. It's just a big building.

Oh, no, no. This is like the

future of the hotel business.

...and a top-secret theme

that will blow your mind.

Yes!

So I'm proud to announce

the new hotel's general manager.

He's been waiting on this

for a long time.

We all know how hard he works,

how intelligent he is,

how much this hotel means to him.

Take a bow, Mr. Kendall Duncan!

Take a bow, Kendall.

- God bless.

- Boo!

[Hissing]

[Man] A beautiful speech, sir.

A beautiful speech.

I'm so glad you could come.

It's great to see you.

Don't touch me.

Well done, Daddy.

Oh, oh, hello there.

Do you know my daughter, Violet?

Only by reputation, sir.

Excuse me?

No, no, not that she has a reputation.

I always heard she's very hot.

Not hot as in hot.

Hot, I meant warm...

Warm-hearted.

And she likes to go out

and have fun, festive times,

in bars, with a lot

of different guys, and...

That's the old Violet Nottingham.

Before she met me.

Now it's up to me to keep

my pooky-bear out of the spotlight

and nightclubs and tabloids.

Isn't that right, sir? [chuckles]

Violet's off to her private tennis

lesson with Roger Federer.

- Oh. All right, good for you.

- Bye, boys.

Got to say, uh...

...it's gonna be hard for me to see

the hotel move locations like this.

Well, I, I do hope you'll feel able

to come and work with us there.

Big as Kendall wants to make it,

well, there's going to be a lot

of light bulbs to change.

[Snickering]

Someone touched me.

Is there any sanitizer?

There is, sir. Come this way.

I'll get you some.

Can't be too careful, Kendall.

[Ray Anthony and His Orchestra:

The Hokey Pokey]

All right, everyone finished

at the pottery table,

bring their art to the kiln.

The man with the rescue donkey's

leaving in five minutes,

if you haven't gotten a ride, hurry up.

Thank you, Principal Duva.

Oh, I'm not a principal

at this party. I'm a mom.

Hey!

I notice no one's eating

the gluten-free wheatgrass cake.

Come on. Trust me,

you just got to get past the smell.

What? The clown died?

- What's in that bag?

- Oh, chocolate chip cookie.

- Food!

- [All kids] Food!

- Slow it down, slow it down.

- Hey, sissy.

Why do you bring sugary, chemical-filled

crud to my house every time you visit?

What? Every time? You haven't

invited me here in four years.

What are you talking about?

It hasn't been four years.

You were here for

The Fourth of July barbecue

when you punched my husband?

Yes. That was four years ago.

I wanted to give him a wedgie,

but his underwear had holes in it.

I knew he'd be your ex-husband.

You should be happy.

All right. Let's not start.

How are the kids handling

the old divorce anyways?

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