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that smell out of here?

Babe, we got a really

great view of the Strip.

Come on, we don't have much time.

- Let's go.

- All right.

Hang on, let me get these...

I want three good shots

before we go out tonight.

- Three?

- Yeah. Yeah.

My belt is stuck. Help

me. Your hands are cold.

Yeah, no, no.

That's never happened before.

Yeah, I just need a

minute. Gotta reload.

- Is it me?

- No, no. I just need a second.

- You know what we need?

- What?

Role play.

- Role play?

- Yeah.

Okay.

- What, you brought stuff?

- Yeah, I came prepared, babe.

What's this?

This is Game of Thrones.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I am Daenerys,

the virgin princess

of dragon blood.

And you, you are Khal Drogo,

my fierce nomadic king.

Take me, you barbarian! Take me!

Babe, babe, babe.

I just need a second, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I need to get stoned.

Don't tell me you brought

pot through the airport.

Not pot. Pot strips.

Breath strips as far as

airport security is concerned.

Kills germs that cause bad breath

and is the equivalent

of three great bong hits.

- It's a great product.

- Jeremy, we talked about this.

We're in Vegas, Kris,

for a party weekend.

You remember what it's like to

chill out and have fun, right?

You don't think I'm fun?

You're like Louis Gossett, Jr. in

An Officer And A Gentleman.

- I'm sorry, I didn't wanna say it.

- Please. This is fun.

- It's wild!

- Come on.

For your information, me and the girls

are gonna get our freak on tonight.

With Lauren in charge. What, is

she gonna enroll you in a 401 K?

You know what?

Daenerys, you actually

need that more than I do.

Now, by being the groom,

Michael figured that

it couldn't be any easier

than an uncontested lay-up.

- Do you hear that?

- What?

Silence.

I think we're finally alone.

Imagine that.

Michael, careful.

I can't believe how

much of a klutz I am.

Come here. Let me help you take

this off. I have to. You're wet.

We have not had sex in 90 days.

So tomorrow night can be special.

No, I am not caving now.

Maybe I am caving a little.

Ma!

Oh, my goodness, Loretta!

Sorry, sorry. Didn't

know you were here.

Of course she's here.

Your Uncle Tony sends his regrets.

- Where did she come from?

- I have no idea.

But while I have you, I'd like for

you to sign off on the centerpieces.

Yes.

Well, they're stunning,

but those are peach

roses and I wanted white.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I know.

But Fernando thought, you know,

this being your second wedding and

all, perhaps white was not appropriate.

We could always go darker.

Lavender, brick. Brick is good.

Mom. We discussed this, okay?

This is not Fernando's wedding.

This is Candace's wedding and

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