Vince: Is that man wearing a speedo AND a neckerchief?? What kind of cruise did you rope us into Sean?
Vince: Fruity drink, iPhone, wireless connection. Best. Vacation. Ever.
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
Sean hoped Christine would finally get her thumb in focus on this shot, but, like the rest, it would be a blurry partial. His master scheme was foiled, once again.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
The last possible spot where a horror film starring us as soon-to-be-butchered American tourists could be filmed. Well, until we reached Mexico.
Jen & Christine were both just waiting for the drugs in Vince's drink to take effect. They didn't know how E and speed would change him, but they were pretty sure it'd at least be YouTube worthy.
Vince always belched right before he smiled. We didn't ask why.
Behold the mighty pompadour!
Vince, being unable to swim, didn't appreciate our little jokes about "faulty life preservers, rough seas, and sharks preferring Filipinos."
Christine's bracelet held the last feather of the great Peacock King that she bested in hand to claw combat 3 years ago. It was her most prized possession.
"The crew told me those stories you guys were talking about are bullshit. One of them also said I'd get to drive the lifeboat if we hit an iceberg. So there, bitches."
Jen didn't know how she was ever going to find a cure for spontaneous molecular discombobulation with all these kids and drunken frat guys running around. The nerve.
Pantea (thru clenched teeth): You never said how small the room would be. You owe me at least two dozen flowers to compensate. What are you waiting for? Get with the picture taking and then bring me daisies!
