Bachelor Party 2: The Last Temptation Page #4

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Unfortunately, we can only

hire one of you.

So... let the best intern win!

[ Crowd Cheering, Hooting ]

[ Bell Rings ]

Get in there, Maxie!

Get in there!

Get angry! Get angry!

[ Cell Phone Ringing ]

- Oh, that's not good.

- [ Grunting ]

- Y'ello.

- Ronny, it's Todd.

Oh, hey, Todd.

What-What's goin' on?

Oh,just a little thing called your bachelor party.

So what's the game plan?

l, uh, don't know.

My buddies are big fans

of''Two-for-Tuesday'' lap dances at Spanky's.

Listen, Ron,

this is your last hurrah.

We gotta do this thing in style.

Thinkin' we fly somewhere warm, hmm?

Where the drinks have umbrellas,

the hotels are five stars...

the vagina flows like water--

Sweet, sticky water.

Wow. That sounds great, but some

of the guys are on tight budgets.

That's what

the company card's for, right?

l mean, like Abe said,

this is a family business.

Look, that is very generous of you,

but l can't let you pay for all that.

Look, l'm really happy

that you're marrying Mel.

l mean, l always wanted a brother...

but unfortunately my mother

died when l was pretty young.

Look, l know we're

not blood or anything...

but, look, l would be honored

if you would let me...

throw my new brother

his bachelor party.

Well-- Of course, Todd.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Awesome.

Now listen, you probably

want to get some sleep, bro-ham...

'cause you're gonna need it.

Wow, Todd, l--

l'm so sorry about your mom.

l never knew.

Billy, are you f***ing retarded?

She's not dead.

She's in Phoenix...

with her second husband

and her third set of tits.

- l'm sorry.

- Yeah. Yeah, you are.

Now, look.

l need recon on this guy.

Ron Simmons.

l wanna know everything about him--

every little detail.

Every man has his weakness, Billy,

and l wanna know his.

The old man's steppin'down soon.

I'm next in line.

l haven't been sleeping with this cow

of a daughter for the last three years...

just so Daddy's little favorite

can come in and take it from me.

Uh-uh.

Mmm. Sadly, Billy...

l just don't think this little union's

gonna make it to the altar.

Mmm.

- [ Horn Honking ]

- Let's go! l'm still sober.

Come on, man. The chicks in South Beach

aren't gonna f*** themselves.

- Hey, Mel.

- Hey, boys.

l love you, baby doll.

See you soon. Mmm.

Hey-- Oh! [ Chuckling ]

What's that for?

Well, you gotta buy

the groom a lap dance.

Pick a hottie.

See? That's why l'm marrying you.

- [ Tires Screeching ]

- Oh, sh*t.

It's my first wife. Let's go, let's go,

let's go, let's go!

- Love you.

- Go, go, go. Come on, go!

[ Tires Screeching ]

Nice try, a**hole.

lt's your weekend with your son.

Remember?

Hey, it's Ron's bachelor party.

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