Sundown Page #4

- Whoa!

- Oh!

- Blake:
Oh, sh*t.

We have arrived.

Okay, that would be

fifty dollars, guy.

- Fifty dollars?

- Yeah.

No way, man.

Okay, twenty, all right?

Okay, fine.

But Chuy make you deal, huh?

I drive you all week

for only $200.

- $200?

- Yeah.

No, that's too much money.

Not for you, right,

mister Rolex?

This isn't mine.

It's my dad's.

I'm just keeping it safe.

No problem, amigos.

No problem.

Just remember, you want

anything, you ask Chuy.

I get for you 24-7.

Anything at all, okay?

Anything at all.

Call me. Call me.

Blake:
Look at this sh*t.

This is heaven.

Wow.

Blake:

What? They're everywhere.

Come on, can we at least

get our room first?

Later!

Welcome to Puerto Vallarta.

Emcee:
Are you ready

for the bikini contest?

Puerto Vallarta, Mexico,

spring break!

Let me hear you make some noise!

Our next contestant, number six.

Oh, my god, look at that...

Oh, wow.

That is amazing.

Give it up for number seven.

Oh, yeah, baby. Shake it,

shake it, shake it.

Check out those curves.

Yeah, yeah, don't worry.

We've got more girls coming.

More girls coming up.

That's right, now we have

contestant number eight.

Oh, I hate my job.

Our final contestant,

all the way from Miami beach,

number nine.

Check her out!

Just smoking.

Guys, check it out.

Look up to the balcony!

- Oh, my god.

- Yes!

Boys:
Take it off!

Take it off! Take it off!

Emcee:
Oh, my god.

Take it off, lades!

What happens in Mexico,

stays in Mexico!

I'm home. I'm home.

Spring break, let me

hear you make some noise!

Check this out.

- Eh? Eh?

- Mmm. Mmm.

And... she's here.

And the Blakejob knows

where she's going tonight.

Can you say foam party?

Donde esta foam party?

- We don't have a room.

- What? How can that be?

- I got us a package online.

- Did you?

Watch and learn, Logan.

Watch and learn.

Excuse me.

There must have been

some kind of mistake.

This is our email confirmation.

As you can see, totally

bitchin tours doesn't exist.

I believe you've been scammed.

Can you just double-check

that for us?

I've checked twice already.

Miss, we are not going anywhere.

So unless you want

to cause a scene

of thorough unpleasantness...

God, shrimp food poisoning.

Stop it. Stop it.

I'm sorry.

One star yelp review.

I suggest you lower your voice.

Well, I suggest

that you get somebody

to show us to our room now

or I will vomit!

You can't throw us out,

we're Americans!

Americano! Americano!

- Oh, my god!

- F***.

- Sh*t!

- Ah, f***.

"If we don't do this,

we'll regret this

for the rest of our lives."

"This is fate testing you."

How could I be

so stupid? F***.

We'll find another hotel, okay?

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