Not everyone gets to host Saturday Night Live. Even fewer people get to host it twice. Timothée Chalamet was back for his second time hosting after three years earlier in 2020 and the anticipation for his return was high after succeeding so well the first time around. Always with a bit of nervous energy and down to not take himself too seriously, the 27 year old movie star was prepared to have fun and enjoy himself as much as he could.

After a monologue and a hilarious first sketch about Chalamet’s would-be Spider-Man movie, the second sketch opened up after the commercial break not to Timothée, but to another familiar face, one that made the crowd go wild. Pete Davidson, SNL alum and breakout star, sat on stage in what looked like a bedroom, with dirty clothes on the floor, a poster of a half-naked girl on the wall, and a college sports team flag on the other wall. Pete sat in a recliner facing the audience with his hat turned backwards and in a collared shirt, watching the fake TV until he received a knock at the door.

“Alpha Brother, Nate, it’s T. Do I have permission to enter?” Chalamet announced, cluing the audience in that this must be a frat house. “You have permission to enter, pledge” Nate aka Pete answered before Timothée walked in wearing his own collared shirt for a matching preppy look. “What brings you to my room today, pledge?” “Well, it’s kind of personal…if that’s ok” Timmy explained as if he was a bit anxious. “I’m not showing you how to take dick pics, man. Google it” Pete added, making the crowd laugh. “No, it’s not that. There’s a girl I’ve been talking to and we’re supposed to be hanging out tomorrow night for the first time” “She a Beta Beta or Omega?” “Omega” “That’s my boy” Pete encouraged, getting a flashy grin from his ‘frat brother’.

“So, what? You wanna know how to get laid or something?” Pete asked with his usual unbothered attitude. “I mean that’d be sick but I want to know how to impress her, ya know, help her to like me. I know you pull all kinds of girls so I figured you’d know a few tricks” T explained, earning ‘Nate’s’ full attention. “So you want the master’s help, huh? Alright, pledge, you came to the right place. Take a seat” Pete instructed and Timothée sat down on the futon next to his chair. “Now, I wouldn’t let everyone in on this secret but I’m feeling generous so I’ll help you out” “Thank you, sir” Chalamet answered as he grew more invested by the second.

“Everybody thinks girls like flowers or going to nice dinners but the real way to win them over is a nice, long foot rub” Pete explained, earning another spike of laughter from the live audience as Chalamet’s confused expression lingered on his frat brother’s answer, waiting for the laughter to die down. “A foot rub? Like a massage?” “Yeah, man, a massage. Chicks love it. Your boy Nate gives the best ones on campus…I might even be willing to give you a few tips” “Tips? You mean, on me??” “Yeah, you. Who else? I’m not talking to my jizz rag over there” Pete answered as the plot for the sketch became more and more familiar. “Sorry, sir, yeah…foot rub tips would be great. I really like her so I want to make sure I nail it with her tomorrow” T admitted like he would’ve bought anything that came out of Pete’s mouth.

“Alright, then. Pop your foot up here on the arm of the chair” Pete instructed and Chalamet’s put-on hesitation guided his sneakered-foot onto the arm of the recliner next to Pete, confirming for those who picked up on it that this was indeed a repeat of an older sketch; ‘Foot Rub’ with Zac Efron from 2009, one Pete had personally chosen to recreate. “So, first you gotta take the shoe off” Pete aka Nate started as he grabbed the heel of Timmy’s shoe and pried it off in a quick tug, leaving Chalamet’s narrow size 11 in only a thin white ankle sock resting on the chair. “Now, most girls smell pretty good because of the perfume and stuff but the natural smell is the real deal so once you’ve got the shoe off, show her you’re really into her with a few good sniffs” Pete explained as he leaned closer to Chalamet’s foot and took a big whiff right above the toes, igniting a bigger reaction from the audience as Pete continuing smelling T’s foot with growing enthusiasm.

“Are you sure about this part? I mean smelling her feet might make her think I’m weird or something” Chalamet asked with obvious yet cautious skepticism. “Dude, relax. I’m gonna be your Alpha bro. I wouldn’t tell you wrong” Pete assured before burying his nose in the bit of loose fabric along the bottoms of Timmy’s long toes, “Don’t be afraid to really get in there too” ‘Nate’ added with exaggerated inhales as his scene partner struggled to not break character. “You must’ve been wearing these socks for a while, bro…they smell like cashews that somebody left in a locker room” “Yeah, I uhh…I need to do laundry” “Same here, man, same here…” Pete answered as he got lost in smelling Timmy’s foot, closing his eyes and even pressing the socked sole against his face a little, telling Chalamet, per the script, to interrupt him by getting weirded out.

“Alright! I think I got it, I’ll just get her some flowers or whatever” Timothée decided as he yanked his foot away and recoiled into the futon a bit with a flustered laugh. “What are you talking about? Flowers are lame. You want her to think you’re lame?” “No…” “Damn right! Come on, I’m being generous enough to show you my ways and you’re wasting it” Pete pressured until the mega star put his foot back on the arm of the recliner, visibly less comfortable now. “Dude, really?” Pete questioned. “What??” “What the hell are you still doing with a sock on? You want her to know you’re serious, right? Come on…” Pete playfully reprimanded before ripping the sock off and exposing Timmy’s flawless bare foot, clearly before he was ready judging by the surprised laugh he had to quickly shut down. The audience went wilder at the sight of Timothée’s pretty pink sole and perfect pale toes, even making him blush a little as Pete waited for the noise to quiet before moving on.

“The next thing you wanna do is get the blood flowing a bit” Davidson explained as he took hold of Chalamet’s naked foot in both hands and started letting his thumbs melt into the supple sole, mainly focusing on the middle in an up and down line. “Yeah, that feels good” Timmy pointed out like he was happy to see the change of pace, something closer to an actual foot rub. “Yeah, I know it does. I’m the best for a reason…and if your girl’s feet are anywhere as soft as yours, you won’t wanna stop. You’ll just wanna keep rubbing and licking all night” “Did you…licking?” Timothée questioned with a skewed look. “Licking? No, no way…why would I say that?” Pete laughed off, of course triggering another wave of laughter from the crowd.

“Once you get the blood flowing, you’ve gotta stimulate the foot” frat boy Pete continued as he scooted a little closer and brought Timothée’s bare foot up higher. “What are you doing??” “I told you; I’m stimulating. I call it the cheese grater” the 29 year old explained before bringing his chin up to the buttery sole and rubbing his stubble back and forth. “WoAoAH! HhEEeheY! CcoOmMEEoOnNmMAAN!” Chalamet immediately tried to jerk back as he started squirming around on the futon. “The hell is wrong with you, bro?” Pete asked as if he didn’t understand the reaction and gripped T’s ankle tighter with both hands as he dragged his bristly chin all over the baby-smooth sole. “iIITT TTTiIiCCKkllLEESS!!” “Bro, it’s just part of the massage. Relax” Pete instructed with a small, devious smile as he purposely made it as bad as he could, having intentionally not shaved for a few days just to ensure that this part would tickle like a motherfucker.

“AhAhOoKOOKK!! AOhAOhDDUuUuDDEE!!” Timothée shouted with real ticklish panic as he wiggled and writhed around on the futon like a fish out of water, causing an uproar of laughter from the audience as they watched Pete have some fun with his real-life friend at his expense. “Ok, ok…Jesus. Don’t have a heart attack about it” Davidson teased as he stopped using his stubbly chin on Chalamet’s foot and Timmy straightened himself up on the couch, obviously disheveled and a little embarrassed about losing it like that. He knew it was part of the sketch but had underestimated how much enthusiasm Pete would put into it and forgot just how sensitive his angelic feet were. Zac Efron had gotten off easy with just a quick tease from a Troll Doll during his sketch.

“Why are you so good at that?!” Timothée asked as he caught his breath. “It’s not my fault you’re so damn ticklish” Pete challenged. “Sorry, man, I can’t help it” Chalamet conceded with inferiority to Pete’s upperclassmen character. “Maybe you should go barefoot more often. Ya know, walk around the Alpha house without shoes and socks so your feet aren’t so sensitive…” Pete suggested, not so subtly letting out more of his character’s secret foot fetish just like Jason Sudeikis had done years ago with Efron. “Yeah, I guess” Timmy agreed before Pete grabbed his ankle and put his foot back on the arm of the recliner. “Now I don’t wanna have to stop my process again so keep your foot up here ” Davidson demanded before securing a hold on his ankle to pin it in place, putting Timmy on edge a little as he held back nervous giggles while watching his buddy have way too good of a time.

“A lot of people focus on the sole and forget about the toes which is a big mistake. You’ve gotta make sure you get all five Batmans” “All five Batmans?” “Yeah? I’ll show you” Pete explained before taking the pinky toe between his two fingers, “Pattinson, Affleck, Clooney…” Davidson pointed out as he moved down the line of dreamy toes and cranked up Timothée’s suspense with each one. “Then you have Kilmer; a lot of people forget about him. Don’t be that guy” Pete added as he played with the second biggest toe between his fingers like he was dangling a gummy worm he was about to eat. “Got it” Chalamet quickly answered with his hand partially over his face, trying not to laugh. “…and then you end off with Keaton” Pete announced as he held the biggest, juiciest of Timmy’s toes between his fingers.

“Those are all the five Batmans you’ll need to tease a little bit but if you’re feeling ballsy in the moment, you can get all five at one time” Davidson explained, going off script. “Oh, I don’t think I’d wanna try to do all five at once…that’s a lot” Chalamet tried to improv in a direction he thought would temper whatever Pete was up to. “No, see, you just grab the whole foot with both hands like this…” Davidson demonstrated as he gripped the sides of Timothée’s foot and started bringing it up higher as his mouth opened up, eliciting a wide-eyed look from Chalamet as he realized what was happening. “Wait! What the hell, man?! Come on, get off! Ok!! OK!!” Timmy shouted with giggly panic as he tried to pull his leg back but Pete just anchored one arm around his ankle to secure his target and fought with Timothée’s fighting foot and wiggling toes until his mouth wrapped around the whole row and the audience was absolutely losing their minds. Timmy had made the grave mistake of not watching the entire original sketch, meaning he didn’t know Sudeikis had gone off script to actually stuff Zac’s bare foot in his mouth and that Pete had planned all along to do the same.

“DUDE!! Get my foot out of your mouth!!!” Chalamet did his genuine best to fight Pete off but Davidson was milking the situation like a real pro as his scene partner floundered off the couch to try and get away but couldn’t reclaim his tasty foot. “Pete!!” Timothée shouted with distressed, red-faced laughter of adrenaline, even forgetting to call him by his character’s name but that was all out the door at this point. Davidson couldn’t be stopped, holding on to T’s foot and even started to slurp on his toes as sloppily as he could to really fuck with him and boy, did it work. Sudeikis had only managed to steal a quick taste of Zac’s toes years earlier but Pete was going for as much and as long as he could. “AhA! NNoO! NNOoAohASSHSHIIITT!” Chalamet squealed one good time, totally himself instead of his character at this point, as he finally ripped his foot away and stood up with his hair in his face and his composure nice and rattled.

“Sorry about that, bro…I just really get into giving massages” Pete apologized with a laugh of his own behind the dirty grin. “Yeah, well…that was really weird, man” Chalamet tried to explain like he didn’t know what to say as he did his best to get back into character but only a moment later, Austin Butler made a special appearance as he walked through the bedroom set door, earning another spirited outburst from the live audience. Timmy and Pete of course knew he was showing up. He and Chalamet had become good friends filming Dune 2 and he’d been invited to show up but the sketch had gone off the rails enough to make Timothée forget Austin was even supposed to be in it.

“Oh, hey, Colby…what’s up?” Chalamet tried to play cool. “Well, I heard a bunch of shouting and laughing and I wanted to see what was going on up here” Austin explained in his own frat boy attire; a pair of shorts that were too short, a USC sweater, and boating shoes without socks. “I was just teaching our pledge here about my famous foot rubs” Pete answered. “Oh, man! Nate gives the best foot rubs” Austin gushed. “You mean you’ve had one from him?? I thought he just gave them to girls” Timothée as T questioned, still supposed to be naïve about Pete’s character’s real reason for the ‘lesson’. “Oh yeah, plenty of times. I never even knew I had nice feet until Nate told me sophomore year” Austin aka Colby explained.

“That’s…cool I guess” Chalamet answered, growing unsure about the fraternity he was pledging by now. “Colby’s not nearly as ticklish as you are though” Pete pointed out, again going off script just to watch Timothée squirm. “I mean, I’m not that ticklish…just a normal amount of ticklish” “The trick is to take control of the situation. I know you’re a pledge and all but you can’t let Nate take the reins; he’s too much of a rascally bastard for that” Austin explained as he sat on the same futon Chalamet had been on and toed off his country club shoes before peeling off his socks in one quick yank. “Come on and give me a real foot rub, man…and don’t tickle me either” Austin instructed as he propped his gorgeous, golden bare feet on the arm of the recliner, a sight that got another rise out of the audience as the Elvis star casually wiggled his fleshy toes a little in the air.

“Colby, man, I’m actually supposed to be writing a paper right now and uhh…ya know I have that other assignment due” Pete tried to weasel out. “Nate, just do your Alpha bro a favor and massage my feet. We both know you like it” Austin commanded, getting a surprised sound from the audience as the tables were flipped on Pete’s character and he sat down in the recliner to fulfill the sketch like the script said. “Alright, fine, whatever” Davidson gave in as he took the left foot and started making deep circles with his thumbs. “Oh yeah, that’s it…come on, pledge, get in on this” Austin instructed. “Really? Me?” Timothée asked. “Do you see another pledge in here? Come on. Nate’s a real foot hound; he won’t mind. How do you think he convinced us to let him join Alpha?” Austin as his senior Alpha character explained with a cocky smile before Chalamet joined him by kicking his bare foot onto the recliner to be serviced.

“Guys, this is dumb…I was just giving T a hard time” Pete explained, still supposed to not be admitting his obvious thing for feet. “Then maybe we should return the favor” Austin suggested, surprising Pete and Timothée by going off script as he raised his left foot and lifted it up in front of Pete’s confused face. “Lick it” was all he said. “Uhh…what?” “Come on, lick my foot. You haven’t done that since you were rushing” Austin instructed with total confidence, steering his guest character in a more dominant direction. Pete was always down to clown but was taken back by Butler’s boldness in a live sketch considering he wasn’t known for improv and Chalamet was just as shocked but was very much willing to fuck with Davidson after having his toes surprise slurped on on live TV.

“Alright, bro…if that’s what you want” Pete agreed after a few seconds, fielding the scene change and suddenly ready to make Austin regret the game he’d chosen to play. The tattooed comedian shocked the audience and Timothée by letting go of Austin’s right foot and sticking his tongue out wide to go to town on the rosy foot in his face, lathering up the middle of the silky sole and getting a strong jerk from Austin’s leg. Butler never expected Pete’s tongue to actually tickle as horribly as it did. “Oh yeah…that’s the good stuff right there…nothing like Alpha feet, right?” Pete taunted as he leaned into the over-the-top route he’d decided to go in. “YehahA” Austin tried to encourage but couldn’t without laughing from the tongue snaking all over his foot like a hungry cow.

“Gimme that pledge foot!” Pete instructed seconds later as he grabbed Timmy’s ankle again and forced the delicious sole on his face right next to Austin’s. “Woah! No! No more liIHiHCCkIInNGG!!” Chalamet tried to argue before being overcome with his own laughter thanks to Pete’s wily tongue going absolutely wild all over both of their feet to flip the tables back on the Dune stars. The audience was loud enough to almost drown out the laughter on stage and their hysterics fueled Davidson, realizing he was getting the last laugh. “OOKOOoAoHAOOK!” Butler shouted as he couldn’t help but writhe around on the couch but Pete just wouldn’t stop, taking turns between licking and slurping up Austin’s plump sole and nibbling on Timothée’s creamy toes, only the second person to ever taste them after Armie.

“NNoOAoH! STtOhHoPP! PPEEETTEE!!” Chalamet let out before he could stop himself as Davidson devoured the pair of A-list, A+ feet with feral enthusiasm and Timothée and Austin suffered on the SNL stage, with completely off-script, giggly embarrassment in what was sure to be a sketch to remember.