Honeymoon in Vegas Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 96 min
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- This isn't good, Jack.
- We're just going through a down phase.
- No, it's bigger than that.
I feel like I'm counting on something
that may never happen.
Jack, we have to go to the next step.
Is this, like, an ultimatum?
No, I'm just telling you
that I won't be a girlfriend forever.
There's too much that I want.
I want kids and a family.
Jack, I've got to know
what the deal is with us.
- I'm in love with you.
- And I'm in love with you.
But I need a commitment.
Life's too short.
I want to be married.
Light's green.
Let's get married tomorrow.
Let's just do it... get on a plane,
go to Vegas and do it.
Now.
- You're serious?
- I must be. My legs are paralyzed.
Oh, sweetie!
The die was cast.
If I had just said "city hall,"
but I didn't, and Betsy and I
took our fateful trip to Vegas.
The man in the limo
was Tommy Korman, the gambler,
and he was about
to enter my life.
Yep. Home, sweet home.
How you doin'?
I was with two fine-looking
women last night.
One was so fine.
She reminded me of Debra Paget.
She made Debra Paget
look like a boy.
What?
Look at all these Elvises here.
It looks like a friggin' zoo.
- It's a freakin' zoo.
- Mr. Korman!
Mr. Korman, Mr. Sandwich,
Buddy Walker. Welcome to Bally's.
I've replaced Tony Carmelo.
I didn't know if you'd heard.
It escaped my attention.
I wondered if I could
have a word with you.
It's all right.
- Yeah. Sure.
- Yeah.
- Tommy, we have a small problem.
- Oh, yeah?
Penthouse A is not available, but...
Oh?
Buddy? I would like Penthouse A,
where I've stayed for 15 years,
made up for me now.
The president of Brazil is in there.
I don't care if Ming the Friggin'
Merciless is in there. Get him out.
OK?
- Will do.
- Good.
Now I shake your hand.
That's great, Buddy.
Welcome to McCarran
Field, Las Vegas, Nevada...
the family fun capital of America.
- Good luck.
- We just got here!
Oh, my God!
Oof! This is some heat.
It's got to be 110, easy.
No, but it's dry.
That's what these schmucks say.
- "150, but it's dry. "
- Yeah.
So hot you friggin' can't see straight.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Would you like chaises?
- What?
- Chaises.
- Chaises?
- Yes, sir.
- What's your name?
- Gary, sir.
Well, "Gary sir," do you understand
that there's no more ozone layer left?
That you could get arrested
for friggin' manslaughter,
lettin' people lay out here?
- You find that funny?
- No, sir.
May I have
your attention...
Here. Remember that, all right?
Thank you, sir.
- Remember Donna and her sunbaths?
- Yeah. Who knew back then?
Yeah. Who knew?
Vegas. Miami. Wherever.
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