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.
Sean's defenses were down on this vacation. He allowed, foolishly, the antennae to read his mind and Pantea to convince him that smiling for photographs was acceptable.
A break in the clouds.
Vince didn't pose for this shot. He actually stayed like this for 15 minutes straight. I don't think he even drank that martini.
Intercom: *BZZ* Would all those passengers with ill-fitting shirts please report to the captain's office for a stern lecture. Thank you.
"If you make any kind of joke involving that pole looking like a penis, so help me I will gut you."
