Last Vegas Page #10

ugly you are.

- Sixty years.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Hey! Wrong way.

Oh. Hang on.

- Hello?

- Archibald, I got some news.

- Is it the prostate?

- No, man, it's not my prostate.

What's it with you and always

about the prostate, you know?

Wait a minute, let me patch in

the other guys, huh?

- I got that good cheese from France.

- Good.

- Mm-hm.

- And a bottle of wine?

Mm-hm.

- Hello?

- Hey, Paddy, it's Billy and Archie.

- Why is the phone ringing?

- Sam's not picking up.

So, guys, you ready for this?

Diana and I are gonna get married.

- Oh, wow!

- She's making a huge mistake.

He says you're making

a huge mistake.

Yeah, tell him I know.

I know, Paddy.

What about the five trips

to the toilet every night?

- I know it all.

- Congratulations.

I'll call you later, we'll talk

about the details, okay?

We're heading to a concert now

at the park.

- Oh.

- Really? Is she attractive?

- She'll do.

- All right, guys, well,

I gotta get my grandbaby

back inside.

I'll talk to you later.

- Congratulations, partner.

- From me too.

Okay, guys, talk to you later.

- See you soon.

- Bye.

Attaboy.

Oh, good, it stopped.

- Ah.

- Ha. Good.

- Hell with it.

- Hell with it.

Ah, how about that, eh?

- Pretty amazing.

- Yeah.

And no Viagra.

- Or Dramamine.

- Ha, ha.

We're gonna go again.

- Go where?

- We're going.

What, are you cr...?

Oh, no! Ha, ha.

Enough's enough!

Are you trying to kill me?

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