Think Like a Man Too Page #4

I gotta go to the bathroom, Dom!

This little light of mine

I'm gonna let it shine

You made the right choice.

All right, couples, listen up!

Come on, put a little

pep in your step.

Listen up, people. You

got exactly one hour

to go settle into your

room and say your goodbyes!

'Cause for the next 24 hours, the

boys are gonna be with the boys...

And the girls with the girls.

Tomorrow, you can all go back to

that miserable and sexless

existence that is marriage.

- No offense, Mike.

- You don't gotta worry about us.

We gonna be happy and sexy.

Well, you better

treasure that. Okay.

What? Gail? No! Not now.

Let me tell you something, Mike.

Truth is, Gail and I were both

happy and sexy for 22 years.

See? There you go.

Then we met each other.

That ship sailed.

Like the Titanic...

Come on, baby, we only got an hour.

Before you all go, listen to me.

- Real quick, guys.

- So weird.

Let's discuss meeting points.

The teams were chosen,

the players were ready,

and it was time for

the pre-game warm-up.

Everybody else to their room.

I don't know where mine is.

In basketball, you have to know

what kinda offense you runnin'.

But no matter what it is, the

goal is to outscore your opponent.

The Constantine Villa, all

12,000 square feet of it.

The ultimate bachelor party pad.

Yeah. I had definitely scored first.

- Your key, sir.

- Right, right.

If there's anything else you need,

your personal butler

Declan is here to serve you.

Okay.

- Well, thank you, Marcel Heffer.

- Haffer.

Haffer.

"Marcel" will work

just fine, thank you.

I'll call you Marc. Thank you.

Declan!

Morning, sir. I trust everything

is up to your standards, sir.

Now, I understand that

you made an inquiry

about making some structural

changes to your suite, Mr. Ward.

You got the poles! Yes!

A certain member of a certain royal

family left more behind than just memories.

Yes, you can almost smell the

aristocratic DNA from here.

I don't know what that means.

It doesn't matter.

Now, I shall be next door.

So if you need anything, just

press number one on your keypad.

Right.

Hey, hey, hey. Let me tip you, man.

- No, sir, I couldn't...

- Please, stop.

- People don't think black people tip.

- I do this for the love of the job...

Well, thank you very much,

sir, that would be lovely.

I wasn't gonna give it all to you.

I'll give you a certain amount, sir...

- Thank you, sir.

- No, thank you!

No, the 10%... Okay,

you're welcome.

You gone?

Oh, sh*t!

What's that?

That's a big-ass table!

The race was on.

No matter what Lauren had planned

for the bachelorette party,

it didn't matter, 'cause

she was already behind.

Declan, can you get

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