Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice. Shame on me. Fool me three times.

Twice is much shame on me. I cannot believe I allowed you to fool me again.

She definitely learned from the first time not to be fool. Fool me four times.

Shame back on you. Actually, you are picking on a vulnerable man.

Something has obviously gone wrong with me. Fool me five times. Shame on me again.

I mean, there's, I'm vulnerable, but at some point you have to take some personal responsibility for crying out loud.

Fool me six times. And I have looted you into my trap, pretending to be a fool.

Six consecutive times. Be it your false sense of security. Only to flip it.

And now you have a fool. And you have the shame.

For me seven times, you saw through my trick. But there's no shame.

Because I'm getting fooled by the best. T-B-T-L.

Hey, Johnny. Oh, hi, Danny. What's wrong with Mark? He's cranky today.

All right. Let's toss the ball around. I'm a man of few words.

But those words will count. And so am I.

Action. Shoulder or lighter, gentlemen, you will eat your words.

You can't be that overly competent. We never, baby, never.

You might eat that, Mike. I get it. I know who you are. It's been explained to me.

I'm into it. Let's talk.

All right. Hello. Good morning. And welcome everyone to a Monday edition of T-B-T-L.

This right here, this is the show that just might be too beautiful to live.

Intimate conversation, self-disclosure, and a little music thrown in too.

My name is Luke Burbank. I am your host. If you want to talk, I've got two years

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