Christine shows us Vince's "formal" mask. Which, if he asks, doesn't look gimpish at all.
Jen & Sean, back on the boat, debate the proliferation of spheres in cruiseliner design.
Panoramic shot of the boat leaving Mexico.
"We're coming for you Christine. We're coming!"
"I ain't going anywhere near that edge. Fuck those birds."
Jen couldn't wait to get back into international waters, where her ninja swimsuit granted her immunity from prosecution.
"It's my vacation, and if I want to drink at 7am, I can. It's my vacation, and if I want to wear sunglasses inside, I can. It's my vacation, and if I want to steal Sean's socks and fill them with pudding, I can."
"She only bent my sunglasses. Hehe, enjoy that pudding."
Waiter: I wanna dance...with THAT guy! Bring him to me.
The lack of hairnets was really a health code violation waiting to happen.
Andrew was an excellent assistant waiter. So much so that we forgave him for wearing a weightlifting belt the entire cruise.
Sarah: You're sure smearing charcoal and car grease on my face is more realistic than just makeup?
Left to their own devices (with a little help from that mood candle in the middle), a pumpkin and tortilla chips are natural lovers.
The luchador's secret weapon - fucking heaps of cilantro.