Dunston Checks In Page #3

This is the second time I've had to cancel...

No, the third!

Word. What's the "word" I'm looking for?

I hate when that happens,

when words just fly out of your head.

It makes me insane when...

- Paper?

- Huh?

Robert, I know it's an inconvenience.

Uh, yes...

Let me just put it this way.

When we get the sixth star,

you are in for a big bonus,

and you can take them

someplace fabulous... eventually.

But if we don't get the sixth star,

well... time off just won't

be a problem, will it?

Any other problems?

- No.

- Good. Oh, one more thing.

Since this is such an important time

for the hotel, you should fire somebody.

Yes... Mrs. Dubrow...

I haven't asked you to fire anybody since...

Christmas.

Yes.

Well, there's a clumsy clerk

with a foreign-sounding name.

- "Consuelo".

- She'll do.

Come along, Victor, darling!

Really, Mrs. Dubrow, I'm not sure...

Robert, now just do it!

By the way,

there's a small boy under your desk.

That's not fair, Dad! You promised us.

Let me work on it, Kyle.

I need to see Consuelo.

Oh, all right. Send her in.

You can't fire Consuelo.

I have a system, Kyle.

Fortunately, Mrs. Dubrow never remembers

who it is she wants me to fire.

Yes, Mr. Grant?

Consuelo, Consuelo...

I'm giving you

a week's paid vacation, starting right now.

On one condition. You have to run

out of this office right now, crying.

OK.

"Bueno".

(sobs)

Zoom in on eight.

He's a big, scary guy

with a huge trunk and lots of stickers.

Right. Scary guy. Huge trunk. Got it.

Keep an eye out, OK?

You bet, kid.

This one really liked me.

What do you think?

Mm... They're OK.

- I have a bad feeling about this guy.

- Kyle, we're preoccupied here.

- I have a sense about these things, Murray.

- I know you do.

I just know he's up to no good.

So keep an eye out. He could be anywhere!

I've gotta go schmooze the guests.

Do what your brother says. Within reason.

The human body can only stand

so many centuries of inbreeding.

I beg your pardon. Are you the manager?

Yes, I am. Robert Grant.

Lord Rutledge. Tell me...

where do you keep the champagne?

Near the furnace?

Is there a problem, Lord Rutledge?

No. It's just that your room service

brought me a bottle of champagne

that I could have quite comfortably

bathed in - had there been any soap.

- Well, I'm terribly sorry.

- Yes. You should be.

- Good evening, Mrs. Dellacroce.

- Good evening.

- Thank you.

- Have a nice evening, ma'am.

(cavalry bugle)

(singing)

"I still say you're making a mistake".

"Doctor, I'd like to kiss you goodbye".

"All right".

"But"... "you're so damned ugly!"

(beeping)

So, Brian, what are we gonna do tonight?

Whoa, what is this "we" stuff?

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