Leather Jacket Guy (LJG): Abraham Lincoln...
He said that there are no bad whiskeys...
Only bad people.
Let's get goin'! Dónal: I don't think he did but... (laughs)
Titles appear: Irish People Try Drink Roulette
Niall: I know roulette and I know drinking but...
Justine: Together?
James: Booze, booze, booze, booze, booze!
James: Booze, booze, booze, booze, booze! Nicole: Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!
Seán (off-camera): Today, we're going to play Drinking Roulette.
Dónal: Woah-woah-woah, why are some of these vodka?
LJG: Let the man talk! (laughs)
James: Some are beer and some are hard liquor.
Nicole: Oh man... James: I can't tell which I want. (laughs)
Niall: More like a play to get drunk, okay. Justine: Everyone's a winner!
Seán (off-camera): Who's red and who's black?
Dónal (gesturing to their clothes): Ah well... LJG: I'll let the lady choose.
Dónal (laughing): I'm not a lady.
James: I like this! Okay. Nicole: Oh, fun!
Justine: I'm gonna be red. Niall: I'm going to be black then, I suppose?
Dónal (staring the wheel spinning) Oh, I'm excited! Which colour am I again?
James: Oooh! Both: Eighteen!
Justine: Black. 20. Niall: It's black.
LJG: Where are you looking? Dónal: I don't understand how to play, man!
LJG: Look at that sexy dirty one (thirty-one)! That's what you're on!
Seán (off-camera): [The rule is] Mr. President.
Nicole: Okay, Mr. President. What does that mean? (laughs)
James: I can already guess.
Nicole: Y'know, I've actually met members of the Secret Service so I feel like I can...
(laughing) I can play the part.
Seán (off-camera): You have to answer the question; what's the most embarrassing thing in your room?
Seán (off-camera): You can't say the word "the."
LJG: Death? Seán (off-camera): The.
Dónal: Oh, thank God.
Niall: The most embarrassing thing in my room. There's nothing embarrassing in my room.
Niall: There genuinely isn't, like.
Justine: A confident answer then. Niall: I don't know what could possibly be embarrassing in my room.
LJG: What's the horsepower (alcohol percentage) on her? Dónal: There's two numbers on this.
Seán (off-camera): You've to find out. LJG: Oh, you don't know so you have to find out!
Nicole: Wait, do I not do the shot? James: You're talking!
Nicole: (quickly putting her hand to her ear) Oh no! James: A-ha-ha-ha! Drink!
LJG: Jeez, you threw that into your mouth like a bullet.
Justine: What's in the drawer? There's something in the drawer. Niall: There's underwear in my drawer. It's mine, I wear it!
Nicole (coughs) Eww, ohh. James: What was it?
Nicole: Vodka. James: Oh, yum!
Justine: Very defensive. Niall: Lots of books.
Niall: Hey! I'm not gonna be embarrassed by any of this, alright?
LJG: Here we go, sir! Look at this! Oh! Good spin, good spin!
Justine: It's like "Winning Streak!" (Irish gameshow)
James: Twelve, red!
Niall: That [spin] was much better than the first time. Justine: We're getting better at this!
Seán (off-camera): Twelve, red is "chin stuck to the table."
Nicole: NOOOO! (laughs) James: (laughs) You've to take a shot!
Seán (off-camera): You have to have your chin stuck to the table.
LJG: Ahh, Seánathan...
James: (baby-talk voice) It's beer. Now take a baby sip! Nicole: (laughing)
James: Chin on the table, Nicole. (Nicole groans)
Dónal: There's been some filthy things done to this table. LJG: I can bet ya! Sure, there'd be your bloody pubic hair on it!
Seán (off-camera): For this, you have to drink with two hands.
Niall: Aw, here! Justine: Like a little T-Rex taking a shot!
Niall: I- I take exception to this!
(both laughing)
Dónal: Good man. Good man! There ya go!
LJG: Huh?!
James: (laughs) Wow, that's impressive!
(Nicole spills a little bit.) James: That's impres-- Ohh, you're.. Awww...
Niall: (mocking) My hands. Both at the same time. How am I going to do this difficult task?
Niall: I'm bitter about this. Justine: He's very, very bitter about the embarrassing rule.
James: You're three-quarters of the way through that shot. (Nicole sputters the drink out from laughing)
LJG: Did ya like that one, sir? I felt like a pussycat there. (winks) Dónal: Yeah, it was fine.
(both laughing)
LJG: And the spin for ya, sir. Oh, good spin!
Seán (off-camera): This is every question has to be asked like a question?
James: With an inflection at the end?
Dónal: Oh, happy days? Is this mine?
Niall: Did I do it right? Justine: I'm Ron Burgandy?
Niall: Do I have to do this until the end?
Dónal: Ooh, I thought it was cider? But it's not?
Dónal: I think it's whiskey?
LJG: Can you get one where he doesn't talk?
Niall: Bottoms up?
James: It's your turn? Is it your turn? Nicole: Okay.
Justine: How was that?
Niall: (laughs) It was good?
Dónal: I think? I need to get sick?
LJG: Yeah... That means you're winning.
James: Oh, I can talk normally again. Fuck everyone. Okay, red seven.
Nicole: That's me. James: (laughing) That's Nicole!
LJG: Oh, there she is. Down the well.
Niall: What was it? Justine: (hand to her ear) I think it was beer.
Dónal: You're so much cooler drinking than I am. LJG: Lovely.
Justine: (quietly, as if talking to Mr. President) I think it was beer.
Seán (off-camera): Elbows stuck to the table.
(both laughing)
Dónal: (groans) When do we stop?
LJG: It's a great bloody game. Who came up with the game?
Niall: Fourteen! One-four, fourteen!
LJG: Now, you're losing now. Yeah. Dónal: What? Am I?
Dónal: In fairness though, you keep drinking your bloody beer.
James: Bottoms up up.
Nicole: I just don't wanna speak speak. Now now.
Seán (off-camera): You can't look at anyone until your next turn.
Niall: (laughs) You're just some kind of weird shut-in now.
(Niall imitates awkward looks) Justine: Story of my life.
LJG: Is there prizes? Isn't there? Yeah? What do ya win?
Dónal: You weren't listening at all. LJG: A remote control?
James: The two-hand rule is gone, you just have to repeat the sentence words, remember?
Nicole (laughing) Listen, I've had six shots shots!
Niall: That Seán. Look at his hair!
Niall: It's mad. S'mad hair! (Justine refuses to look.)
Niall: Okay.
LJG: If you name it, you win it! Gimme me prize.
(pointing off-screen) Gimme that control pad, I need one of them actually.
Seán (off-camera): Until your next turn, you can't show your teeth.
(both laughing)
Justine: I wanna look at his teeth and I can't!
(James laughing while trying to hide his teeth) Nicole: Aha, if he was like a lady lady.
Justine: I can't look at you and I really wanna see it 'cause it's hilarious.
Niall: It's not... It's not that funny.
James (sounding like an old granny): Okay, dear. It's your turn to shpin. Nicole: Okay.
Niall: Why do we look like the weirdest pair of people? Is it because she can't look at anyone and I can't show anyone my teeth? Is that it?
Dónal: (messes up spin) Oh, that was bad.
LJG: AH! Tickle-ickle-ickle! Dónal: (laughing) Ah, you tickled me!
Niall: Time to spin the ball again. You can throw the ball in this time.
Dónal: I don't think any of the other contrib-- LJG (interruping and pointing off-screen)
LJG (moving the ball) Oh! What's that?
James (hand to ear) This just in. This is not water.
James: Ugh, son of a bitch! Bastard!
Dónal: (psyching himself up) Alright, okay, alright. LJG: Ohhh!
LJG: AH, YES! That's your teeth! You showed your teeth!
Justine: High-five!
Seán (off-camera): What's your favourite animal? Nicole: Aww.
Nicole: Eh, my favourite animal is... a dog.
LJG: Just so we're -- it's a draw now. It's a draw! Are we getting that on the thing? It's a draw now, sir.
Nicole: Is that it? Seán (off-camera): Yeah.
Nicole: (confused) Oh, okay. James: What the fuck?
Justine: Dab.
(both dab and laugh)
James (points at beer overflowing) Oh, oh oh! Nicole: Noooo!
LJG: No, that's just water. That's just water. (winks)
Niall: That's whiskey. That's gotta be whiskey.
Dónal: My God, it's just water. Happy days!
Justine (reacting to the whiskey shot): This was a terrible idea hungover.
Nicole: I've just made a mess.
LJG: Who's on the win now? Dónal: (quietly, slurring) Eh, y-you. I don't- I don't know anymore.
Seán (off-camera): You can only talk like Christopher Nolan's Batman.
Niall (gruff Batman impression): Okay!
Nicole:(gruff Batman impression): I'm Batman! James (gruff Batman impression): I do not watch superhero movies.
Dónal: Is there a kebab one? If you get, like, green, d'you get a kebab?
Niall (gruff Batman impression): Where is she? Where is she? Justine: Who?
Niall (gruff Batman impression): She.
James (gruff Batman impression) Oh my God, that's hilarious! Nicole: Got it right!
James (gruff Batman impression): What are ya looking at? Hey! Hey!
Niall: (gruff Batman impression): I'm Batman! That makes you Robin!
Nicole: Stop it. (laughs) James: (gruff Batman impression): Hey! What's up? Nicole?
Niall: (gruff Batman impression): Can I get a new rule, please, for 22?
Seán (off-camera): What's your favourite colour?
Niall: (cheery-voiced) Purple! Justine: Aww.
Niall: Aw no, sorry! Orange.
LJG: Ohhh!
Nicole: I just look really introverted right now.
James: (pained reaction from shot)
Justine: I like this rule. Niall: Eyy, macarena!
Dónal: The most embarrassing thing in my room is probably my diploma. (laughs) LJG: A+! A+, sir!
Dónal: That was a good one. LJG: Good game!
Seán (off-camera): What's your favourite animal? Justine: Dog.
Niall: (irked) That is... just-- That is the worst... WORST thing to end on!
Niall: My chin is stuck to the table! My elbows have been stuck to the table! I couldn't show my teeth!
James: No, it's the last rules so... (gruff Batman impression) I have to talk like this. (regular voice) and you're not allowed to look at the camera or anyone.
Dónal: What is wrong with you? You're like... You're not human, man.
Niall: I hate these questions. I hate these tasks. This is the worst. Justine: (shudders from the shot)
Dónal: Are we gonna kiss? (laughs)
James (gruff Batman impression): Let's just agree that Nicole wins.
Nicole: Yay. James (gruff Batman impression): Condragulations!
Niall: If this was a night out, it'd be fun. It's not a night out though.
LJG: Were we gonna kiss? You've ruined the whole game now! Dónal: I don't know? You're a very confusing person.
LJG: Huh? Do ya wanna shower? Dónal: (pauses) What?
Seán (off-camera): So, would you guys recommend Drinking Roulette to people?
James (gruff Batman impression): Jesus Christ, no!
Justine: Yes. All of the alcohol! Niall: Yeah, it was good craic. (craic = Irish word for fun.)
Niall: Can I get one of these? Where did you get this?
Dónal: Patent it. Patent it. Patent the game, man! You could be a millionaire.
LJG: I'd recommend that to me mother!
Niall: Em, hope you guys enjoyed it. Emm... bye!
Justine: His chin is stuck to the table. (Niall groans)
Dónal (stuttering) I ha-- eh, ahh... Did I win?
LJG: Well, they've watched the video. Thanks very much.
LJG: There's a subscribe button there. Give it a tickle. Dónal: Who do you think you are?
LJG: There's a bell there. Ring it. And when you're finished with that, will ya click bloody "All [Notifications]"?
Dónal: Who is this guy? Where's this coming from?
LJG: I'm going to the bar, sir. See ya later!
LJG: That's us! Dónal: He's a bloody natural. (Dónal sips and retches.)