Comedy skit about neighbors and Wi-Fi

Donald, why is there construction next door at midnight?

I don't know. Nobody builds near Mar-a-Lago without my permission.

I own the skyline, Melania. Legally and emotionally.

Is that...

Hey, neighbors. I bought the lot next door.

45 million straight cash. We're gonna be neighbors, Donald.

I already ran fiber-optic cable under your driveway. You're welcome.

You bought the house next to me?

There are a thousand lots in Florida. You picked the one next to the president?

Proximity to power increases productivity. I read a study.

Also, I need to borrow your Wi-Fi until Thursday.

My Starlink dish is backordered, which is embarrassing because I own Starlink.

He's not borrowing our Wi-Fi.

He's absolutely not borrowing our Wi-Fi.

The password is classified. Only three people know it.

Me, Melania, and somehow Biden.

I already know the password, Donald. It's TrumpIsTallerThanObama.

I'll help you pick a stronger one.

How does he know that? How does he know that?

I'm moving back to New York.

Barron, pack your bags.

You have 48 hours to build your own Wi-Fi.

After that, I'm building the wall between us. A real one.

Concrete. 30 feet. No windows. I'll make you pay for it.

Can it have solar panels? I'll design them. It'll be efficient.

They'll increase your property value.

He's gonna increase my property value, and I hate that. I can't even argue with it.

Good night, America.