Monte Carlo Page #3

ever be here.

Look, I'll take the cot.

(EXCLAIMS)

MEG:
Oh, look.

I found the spa facilities.

Oh, great.

Now find an outlet,

because my phone is dying

and I don't want

to miss when Owen calls to apologize.

And when he does,

I need you guys... Oops.

You guys to act like

we're having a really good time, okay?

We are having

a good time.

No one is having

a good time.

How can you complain?

I get it, it's your thing,

but come on, we're in Paris.

Ah, bonjour!

EMMA:
Got it!

TOUR GUIDE:
Everybody off.

(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)

Okay.

EMMA:
Wow.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

We're up real high.

You okay?

Yeah.

GRACE:
Do you

have any change?

EMMA:
Meg has got some.

(MEG SIGHS)

Hey, Meg, who's that guy?

What guy?

Dude, that guy clocking you.

That guy, right there.

Wow. You can see

everything from up here.

There is the Grand Palais,

Les Invalides.

There's our bus.

GRACE:
Oh, yeah. Huh.

Hello, again.

Hi.

Look, there's Madame Valerie.

I saw you at Sacre-Coeur

yesterday, didn't I?

EMMA:
Wait a second.

Are they...

They're leaving.

My name's Riley. What's yours?

GRACE:
Meg,

the bus is leaving!

Excuse me! Excuse me!

EMMA:
Oh, God.

(KEEP YOUR HEAD PLAYING)

(MEG GROANS)

Wait, the elevator's

right here.

We don't have time!

Excuse me!

No, wait!

(SINGING) Ten minutes to go

Go, go, go!

Yeah, I've got to go home

Ten minutes to go

Hurry!

Everybody disappear

You're in it on your own

Ten minutes to go

You know you wanna stay home

Ten minutes to go

Yeah, you wanna stay home

Ten minutes to go...

Emma, come on!

(WHIMPERS)

(EXCLAIMS)

- Stop the bus!

- Wait!

Excuse me.

- Don't leave!

- Wait!

Excuse me! Excuse me! Wait!

Wait! No! No!

- No!

- Come back.

This tour

is ass.

Okay, Meg,

it's a disaster! Are you happy?

Hey, it's okay.

No, it's not.

What is the matter with you?

I'm just being honest.

She's right.

I single-handedly chose

the worst tour in all of Paris.

How did you choose it?

Meg, I'm not quite

up to reviewing my process right now.

So let's just say

that I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

Emma, I'm sorry

that you wasted your savings.

No, you got us here.

I'm even sorry

that you got dragged into this

and that I'll have to

hear about it every

Thanksgiving and Christmas

for the next

however many years.

Grace.

But most of all,

I'm sorry that I ever thought I was the kind

of person that could come to Paris.

I'm sorry.

Can we just leave it at that?

(EMMA SHRIEKS)

(EMMA GROANS)

How far is our hotel?

Wait, where you going?

Inside.

She's here. Cordelia!

Cordelia, please!

Grace, wait!

What?

What in the heck

was that all...

Oh, nice and big.

MEG:
There she is.

No ticket? No itinerary?

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