Max on Set: The Hangover

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[PHONE LINE DIALING THEN RINGING]

DOUG [ON RECORDING]: You've reached

Doug. Sorry I missed your call.

Please leave a name and number

and I'll get back to you.

[PHONE LINE BEEPS]

[PHONE LINE DIALING THEN RINGING]

STU [ON RECORDING]: Hi, you've reached

Dr. Stuart Price with Divine Dentistry.

Please leave a message after...

[PHONE LINE DIALING THEN RINGING]

PHIL [ON RECORDING]:

Hey, this is Phil.

Leave me a message or don't.

Do me a favor, don't text me. It's gay.

- Anything?

TRACY:
I tried them all.

It keeps going straight to voicemail.

Well, there has to be an explanation.

Sweetie, it's Vegas.

You lose track of time in casinos.

There's no windows, there's no clocks.

He's probably on a heater.

And you never walk away from the table

when you're on a heater.

You do if you're getting married.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Hello?

- Ahem, Tracy, it's Phil.

Phil, where the hell are you guys?

[OVER PHONE]

I'm freaking out.

Yeah, listen.

Uh...

We f***ed up.

- What are you talking about?

- The bachelor party, the whole night. It...

Things got out of control, uh...

...and we lost Doug.

- What?

- We can't find Doug.

What are you saying, Phil?

We're getting married in five hours.

Yeah.

That's not gonna happen.

MAN:

To my left a little.

Thank you.

Okey-dokey.

- Whoa, watch it, pervert!

- Alan, he's just doing your inseam.

- He's getting very close to my shaft.

- All done. You can change now.

Right. Thanks, Floyd.

Thank you very much.

All right, buddy,

we should get a move on.

You know, Doug, I was thinking...

If you wanna go to Vegas without me,

that is totally cool, you know?

What are you talking about?

You know, Phil and Stu, they're

your buddies, and it's your bachelor party.

Come on, Alan. Those two love you.

ALAN:
And also, I don't want you to feel

like you have to hold back...

...because your wife's brother's there.

I just...

It's not like that.

It's not like that. I already told you, Alan.

Okay? We're just spending the night

in Vegas. It's no big deal.

Besides, you're not just my wife's brother,

you're my brother now.

I want you to know, Doug,

I'm a steel trap.

Whatever happens tonight,

I will never, ever, ever, speak a word of it.

Okay. Yeah, I got it. Thank you.

I don't think that...

Seriously. I don't care what happens.

- I don't care if we kill someone.

- What?

You heard me. It's Sin City.

[WHISPERING]

I won't tell a soul.

Okay. I got it.

- Thank you.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] No, thank you.

I love you so much.

- Ha. I knew it.

- Dad.

Oh, stop it, I'm just jerking around.

Alan, put some pants on.

You have weird legs.

Yes, Daddy.

- His legs look fine, Dad.

- Oh, please.

He has his mother's legs. It's just freaky.

Alan, I'm just teasing.

You have wonderful legs.

They're better than your mother's.

They're beautiful.

Can you believe this?

Just two more days.

DOUG:

I know. You getting nervous?

- You wanna back out?

- Shut up.

Just tell me. Oh. Mm.

You know, I don't need to go to Vegas.

It's dumb.

It's not dumb. It's one night.

Have fun, you deserve it.

I know, but we should have

gone last weekend.

We have so much to do.

L... I'm gonna cancel.

My brother packed his bag two weeks ago.

You're not canceling.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Two weeks?

- Yeah, he's excited.

Thanks again for bringing him,

by the way.

You don't need to thank me,

it's nothing. He's a cool guy.

It's not nothing

and he's not a cool guy...

...so thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey, Sid.

I just wanted to thank you guys again

for everything you're doing this weekend.

- We couldn't be more excited.

- Ah, that's great.

Yeah, okay. You love us

and we love you. Terrific.

So talk to me about Vegas.

- Uh... It should be pretty mellow.

- Mm-hm.

Do some gambling, maybe catch some rays,

have a few laughs.

Yeah, some laughs. I got you.

How you getting out there?

Uh, we're gonna take my car.

Gonna pick up my friends after this.

- Prius? You're taking a Prius to Vegas?

- Yeah.

You know, when you go to Vegas...

...you gotta go to Vegas.

DOUG:

No. Sid.

- Really?

SID:
Come on, we're family now.

- You sure? I mean, you love this car.

- Doug, it's just a car.

Just make sure to put some Armor All

on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in.

Absolutely. That's easy.

Oh, and, uh, don't let Alan drive,

because there's something wrong with him.

DOUG:

Understood.

Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him.

I will be the only one driving this car.

I promise.

Good.

Remember, what happens in Vegas

stays in Vegas.

Ah!

[CHUCKLES]

Except for herpes.

That sh*t'll come back with you.

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS]

All right. Hold on. I still need

some of your permission slips...

...and $90 for the field trip

to the Griffith Observatory next weekend.

Pay now, or forever regret missing out

on the experience of a lifetime, guys.

You're good, you got it.

STUDENT:
Thanks, Mr. Wenneck.

PHIL:
Thank you. Hey.

You really came through,

thank you.

Whoa, Max. What gives?

What, no planetarium?

My mom won't give me the money.

I'm grounded.

- Well, how much you got on you?

- I don't know.

Like, 20 bucks.

Well, give me the 20

and I'll cover the rest.

- Really?

- Yeah. Well, we'll talk about it.

But give me the 20

so I know you're serious.

- Cool. Thanks, Mr. Wenneck.

- Yeah.

STUDENT:

Hold on, I got it.

Ahem, do you have to park so close?

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