James:
Are they going to scream and cry like this every time Oprah shows them something?
James:
Why are they crying?
James:
That bag looks like a piece of shit. What are those? Slippers?
James:
I thought these shoes were custom made. How are they giving them out without knowing their sizes?
James:
♬ We're fat ladies dancing ♬
James:
Oh My God.
James:
"Oh mothafucka! A cashmere blanket? OH LAWD!"
*he's quiet for 2 mins, I look over and he's asleep*
Kelly:
You can't go to sleep
James:
I can't watch this, how can they do this for a whole hour?
James:
They should all have to wear the sweaters.
James:
Gettin' it! Gettin' it! SOLD! Where's the fucking phone. I want that knife. Isn't that what this is? Get Oprah on the phone.
James:
Now everyone gets macaroni and cheese. Gifts are degrading now, they got a $2000 watch 10 mins ago.
James:
I hope you're writing this down Kelly. Ghirardelli's Brownie Mix.
James:
I'm calling my lawyer. Oprah was looking at me when she just said "You're all getting one"
James:
All those ladies are like 'Who the fuck is Jay-Z'
James:
"Oh muthafucka, that is some good macaroni and cheese."
James:
That lady has no idea what Netflix is, she thinks she just won a movie studio. Look at her crying and making prayer hands! It's $8 a month lady.
James:
Did Oprah seriously just say 'my favorite workout pants'
James:
Is this show live in Chicago? I wonder how many people got rolled for their stuff when they left.
