Vince: Is that man wearing a speedo AND a neckerchief?? What kind of cruise did you rope us into Sean?
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.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
Behold the mighty pompadour!
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.
Jen (internal): He suspects nothing. Nothing!
While Jen went for the traditional "rabbit ears", Sean tries the far less common "single devil horn".
Christine: Drink my fucking drink!
Vince: No way.
Christine: Do it! Drink it!
Vince: Ok ok. Please don't hit me. I've run out of lies to explain the bruising.
"Hello gin, goodbye 7th grade PE memories!"
Christine tried to get her drink served out of a monkey's skull, but this was all they had.
Pantea tried on all the items in the store then stuck around to tell prospective customers that everything was used.
"I prefer to think of them as Citrus Killers, not dainty lemon drops. What of it?"
"Hehe, he's dainty."
During Sean's emo phase he once claimed to have cried an ocean. He was pretty sure, however, that this wasn't it.