A Few Best Men Page #3

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I work for your father-in-law and

you're going straight to the VIP room.

Welcome to Australia.

(Elevator dings)

VIP. Bloody damn it.

Now they're never gonna

X-ray your bag.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Welcome to VIP X-ray.

Please hand your bags

to the attendant.

(Alarm sounds)

- Graham Vincent?

- Yes?

MAN:
Shall we pop this in

your duty-free bag, sir?

- That was embarrassing.

- Why d'you get a gimp mask, anyway?

- Who does that?

- I thought it'd be a laugh.

(Sighs) We're in Australia.

Who could survive here?

All that sun and beefs gonna

piss you off eventually.

I could learn to live with it.

Gonna call Sarah, let

her know we've arrived.

Yeah, she's probably sitting by

the phone counting the minutes.

There she is. There's Mia.

LUKE:
Damn signal.

(David laughs)

Mia!

MIA:
David!

- Oh, you alright?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'm good.

- How was the flight?

- Fine.

- Really long, though.

- Yeah?

Yeah...

- I'll leave you to it, then.

- OK.

- Meet the guys. Uh, this is...

- No, no, no, don't tell me.

Um, Tom, Luke and...

This is a Chaplin moustache

by the way.

..Graham.

David's pretty much told me everything.

Well, I hope he hasn't been

slagging us off too much.

Of course not. He just called you

a pack of pricks but that was it.

- What, really?

- No, no! He didn't really.

Anyway, I brought the big

car so we're all gonna fit.

- It's OK, we've organized a car rental.

- Are you sure?

It's quite a hike and might be the

only time I get you all to myself.

- Well, then, spend it with David.

- You don't know where you're going.

And God created satellites.

It's fine, Graham's driving.

- What? No, I'm not.

- Yeah, you are.

Go, go and exchange some bodily fluids,

you know, we'll see you later.

Alright, cool.

- See you later.

- See ya.

Bye.

LUKE:
..this is my

chair, I paid for it.

- We good?

- Yeah.

LUKE:
Don't hang up, don't hang up, please!

Come on. Sarah!

Luke, come on, man.

- Sarah, she's...

- Oh, shut up.

- So, here we are.

- Yep.

(Sighs) We're getting married tomorrow.

Yep.

Doesn't give me much time to

get to know your parents.

Oh, we've got all the time in the world.

God... I've waited...

three whole months...

(Beeping)

Ooh, what have we here?

LUKE:
I don't think she was

that happy to hear from me.

What, really? What's wrong with her?

See, if I broke up with a

girl, what I'd want her to do

is ring me and hassle me constantly.

- At least I've had a girl.

- I've had girlfriends, Luke.

Inflatable girlfriends don't count.

Look, I've told you a thousand times,

that was delivered to me by mistake.

Anyway, I will phone her

and I'll keep phoning her

until she agrees to take me back.

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