♪ You're now cooking with Martha
and Snoop ♪
♪ You're now cooking
with Martha and Snoop
(Potluck dinner party) ♪
Check this out.
We're gonna pick our crabs
for a race
that we're gonna
have after dinner.
It's like
a Tour de France,
but if you lose,
they cut your face off.
Well, I think it's time
to meet our crab racers.
Let's go get 'em.
Come on.
(Anthony)
Okay, let's go.
Nice.
(cheers and applause)
All right, Martha,
what are we doing?
We gonna pick
our crabs?
Yes, you're gonna
pick your crab.
All right.
Now you have only one,
you can only grab one.
And you can't
look at them too much.
Gentle.
Gentle.
I got mine.
Oh, you got a good one.
I got a live one!
I got a live one!
Oh! Oh!
He done lost a leg!
(Martha)
Gentle!
(Anthony)
Sorry.
(sobbing)
Sorry.
I'm sorry!
(Martha)
You must do that.
But I'm gonna
eat you later anyways
so it don't matter.
(laughter)
Come on, Snoop.
Come on, Snoop.
(Snoop screams)
(laughter)
You want me to get
yours for you?
(Snoop)
Please.
Okay, I'll get you one.
You play too goddamn much.
(bleep) snapped my arm
with pinchers.
You can tell she's
from Maryland,
she knows how
to hold a crab.
Yeah, I'm not afraid.
Definitely not afraid
of blue crab.
And I'm definitely afraid.
(laughter)
He try to get up
out of there.
You better get him
back in there!
Oh, look at him.
He's cheating.
I had to-- I'm not cheating.
I just had to change...
uh... Pookie's
on injured reserve.
(laughter and applause)
