- Say "drawer" again.
- Drawer.
- Say it again.
- Drawer.
- Keep going.
- Drawer. Drawer. Drawer drawer drawer drawer.
Water water water water.
(romantic music)
- Today we're going to listen
to some American accents,
and decide which one of them is the sexiest.
- [Producer] Am I sensing sarcasm?
- There might be some sarcasm.
- I am partial to a southern accent.
Whether that be Texas Southern, Atlanta Southern.
I find the grit of it sexy.
'Cause like I don't know it is
and I can't even say it right
but the way a man in Atlanta speaks, woo!
I tell you.
- I don't have a specific hankering
for an American accent
because I think they're all kind of gross.
- I'm really just excited about
being serenaded in my own language.
Let's start there.
- [Woman's Voice] Mr. Alabama.
- (clears throat)
- Yup, make yourself nice and comfortable.
- Sonnet 43.
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
- Woo.
- I love thee freely. - We going to get in trouble.
- As men strive
for right.
I love thee purely.
- I love you too.
- (laughs) As they turn from praise.
And if God choose,
I shall love thee better after death.
- Wow. Giddy up.
- (laughing)
- I was shook when I first heard his voice.
I was like Lord, panties please stay on.
- (laughing)
- You know what,
I've never heard a poem read in a southern accent before.
- Hey.
- That was a new experience.
- You either Texas or Tennessee.
- No.
- Neither?
What?
- (laughs)
- What? Where you from?
- Alabama.
- Oh lord.
- We all sound the same.
- No but I can hear it now,
loud and clear.
- Voice sounds great.
- Thank you.
- Um, definitely southern.
Unless I'm wrong.
- Definitely. - Okay.
Sultry, I guess.
- Hey, I'll take it.
- I feel the heat coming from the South.
- Perfect,
on point,
and worth it.
- I'll take them.
- Yes, I'll take you too.
- [Woman's Voice] Mr. New York.
- Time to get serenaded by
"To Celia"
Ben Johnson, 1616.
- Great. Can't wait.
- Drink to me only with thine eyes.
Or leave a kiss but in the cup.
And I'll not look for wine.
- Ooh.
- It could not be withered be.
- Mhm, I love you.
Yup, we know.
- I love you too.
- Can I guess, I know where this is from.
Okay, I wouldn't want this accent to read me a poem
but I would love you to say dirty things to me.
Love it. Are you from Boston?
- I am not from Boston.
- You're not from Boston? Where are you-
I am so bad at this.
Where are you from?
- Where are you from?
What do you sound like?
Say something again.
- You want a key word?
- Sure.
- Water.
Drawer.
- Oh, are you from New York?
- I am from New York.
- Yeah.
- I'm from New York.
- I am so sorry, Father.
But yes.
You don't have the thickest of the thick,
but I hear it.
I hear it in there.
- I've moved around a lot since then but it's.
You can take the boy out of New York,
but never the New York out of the boy.
- [Woman's Voice] Mr. Pittsburgh
- Welcome.
Oh.
- Hello.
- What's up?
Thanks for the petals.
- Well, I just thought they were as beautiful as you are.
- Wow.
- She walks in beauty like the night.
On cloudless climes and starry skies.
- What kind of,
what, cloudless?
- Cloudless.
- Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
and all that's best of dark and bright.
A mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent.
- Is what?
- Innocent.
- Just like you, my dear.
- Yes darling, yes.
- Hm, you could be from like three different places.
- I'm only from one place.
- That is what happens.
That's how that happens.
- Okay, I literally have no idea
where this accent is from.
America?
- Read the first two lines again.
Will ya? Please?
- She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies.
- Say starry again.
- Starry.
- Say it again.
- Starry.
- Starry?
Are you from Philly?
- Oh man, what an insult.
Other side of the state.
About three hundred miles down the turnpike.
- Oh. Are you from Pittsburgh?
- Yes! Oh my god. - Oh my god.
- Nobody guesses that,
but yeah you got it.
- I'm from Philly, my dad's from Pittsburgh.
- [Woman's Voice] Mr. Boston.
- Hey baby girl.
- Ooh. Hello zaddy.
- How's it going?
- I'm quite all right. Better now.
- Oh yeah.
Well I'm going to be reading a nice little poem for ya.
- Ooh.
- So I hope you're ready.
- Hey baby girl.
- Oh my goodness.
Laying it on heavy already.
- I got a little gift for ya.
- Oh?
- I'm going to give you right- Oh.
Marco Polo. There you go.
- I already know where you're from.
(both laughing)
- So I'm going to read a really nice poem for ya.
- Okay.
- It's called "A Red, Red Rose"
by Robert Burns.
- Robert?
- Robert Burns.
- My love is like the melody
that so sweetly played in tune.
- Okay. Yes.
- As fair art thou, my bonnie lass
- As fair art thou.
- She's loving this poem.
Thank god for Robert Burns
for helping me out with this.
And I will come again, my love,
for a thousand miles.
- Ooh.
You got a girlfriend?
- Yeah, you.
- Amen.
Well we done here.
- Guess we're going to Vegas.
- You're definitely from Boston.
Absolutely.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
- I'm gonna get this one right.
You're from Boston.
- You're right.
- Ay!
I knew it 'cause you know
Mark Wahlberg is my husband
- Oh see, there you go.
I got the Marky Mark going on.
- See.
- She gets it.
And what she found,
love is love, right?
- You understand me.
- Mark Wahlberg.
- I could've done my Mark Wahlberg impression
if you want me to. - Do it. Do it now.
- My love is like a red rose.
- Wow.
- That's really new-
(laughing)
- Smart.
- My accent might not be the sexiest,
but if you put the Mark Wahlberg
little tone into it.
Bam. Ladies love it.
All right, where's my car?
But if Mark Wahlberg said it
Hey, where's my car?
I don't know, help me find it.
(saxophone music)
- Honestly I have to say it's a tie between
Pittsburgh and Boston.
- Whoo.
- Because Pittsburgh, for obvious reasons.
Boston, I have lived in Boston for a little bit.
Also, I just kind of like the accent I think.
When push comes to shove.
But everyone else's voice was great.
I don't mean to put you down.
You all have lovely voices
and this has been the best day of my life.
- Boston.
- Pittsburgh. - Pittsburgh.
- New York. - New York.
- Alabama.
- Hey.
These guys are all in my bed
and I'm not complaining about it.
- All you gentlemen were quite lovely.
And I want every last one.
Apparently I can only choose one.
So I'm going to have to go
with Mr. Alabama.
Because woo child.
We started strong.
And he gave me a rose.
Where the rest of ya'll at?
What's going on?
Ooh. My lashes.
Hello.
- Hello.
- Boston.
- Hi.
- Okay, we got Boston.
- New York.
- Tokyo.
- Pittsburgh.
- Mr. Alabama.
We gonna talk after this.
(saxophone music)