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.
The Monarch of the Seas. Which only ever went on an ocean, but we won't hold that against her.
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.
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
"This place doesn't offer drinks inside tropical fruits? I'm outta here."
Jen thought this was a most inconvenient time to start growing cartoony mouse ears.
Christine tried to get her drink served out of a monkey's skull, but this was all they had.
"If you make any kind of joke involving that pole looking like a penis, so help me I will gut you."
"Mexico mother fuckers!"
There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
Pantea tried on all the items in the store then stuck around to tell prospective customers that everything was used.
The Gang.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
