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I can handle it.

I promise.

Now, we'll be back Sunday.

I don't want Blake coming over,

and here is a to-do list.

I want every one of these done.

Janis,

I think that's a bad idea.

Kent, we discussed this

trust exercise.

Logan gets to show us

that he can be

a responsible young man.

- I'm going to miss you.

- Okay.

- This is really happening?

- Why talk to a closed door?

- You're taking my tickets?

- Go inside and start the list.

Take care of that watch.

I can't believe they took

our cruise tickets.

Yeah, well, at least

they paid us back.

But that was our spring break.

We should be the ones frolicking

naked on deck, not your parents.

Need you to sign

right here, Logan.

Yes, sir.

Blake:

Sweet timepiece.

1962 Rolex submariner.

Total chick magnet.

Can you please tell him

that no watch

is going to get a guy

a girl? Come on.

Why do you think I do this?

Honey?

- Could you deposit this?

- Okay.

- Who's that?

- My girlfriend.

Woman:
Willie, babe.

It's for you.

Excuse me, guys.

- Put it on.

- No.

Just put it on.

What can it hurt?

Fine.

I'm putting on the watch.

- You happy? Okay.

- Oh, yeah.

Lina would love that.

We should go show it to her.

Yeah, let's go all the way

down to Puerto Vallarta

to show Lina a watch.

Mexico?

Dude, that's brilliant.

That's way better than a cruise.

Puerto Vallarta

is a romantic paradise.

How many years have you been

trying to get with Lina,

and suddenly this just

falls into your lap?

Dude, we have the funds.

Lina practically

gave you the invite.

This is fate, my friend.

Fate? Remember you said that the

other night? Look what happened.

That's because fate had

something else for you in mind.

Fate had this.

Lina would look amazing

in that dusky Mexican light.

Yes! Yes. I'll book us

a package online.

- I still have that whole to-do list.

- It's a to-do list.

We'll get it done

in a couple of hours, tops.

Dude, if we don't do this,

we will regret it

for the rest of our lives.

Whoo. Hola, mamacitas!

Can I meet your parents?

I just want to

congratulate them.

- Girl:
Losers.

- Oh, my god.

Logan:
That's your way

to break the ice, Romeo?

Blake:
Dude, girls love it when

you talk dirty. It's perfect.

Sex is not polite.

It's sloppy, it's dirty.

- Yeah, okay. You're an idiot.

- Lose the negativity.

We are on spring break.

You should take

a little lesson from me.

Logan:

Okay, that was pretty good.

Okay.

I don't know

which one to choose.

I mean, do we just

pick one random?

Hey, guys! Are you Logan and Blake?

Yeah? You are?

Yeah, we are.

Um, who are you?

The hotel sent me to pick you up

come on, come on.

Come on, come on!

You are very special guests, eh?

Special guests?

What did you do?

Got us a really bitching tour.

Come in, come in!

Come in.

Blake:

I hooked us up, baby!

Welcome to Mexico, guys!

Welcome.

Amigos, my name is Chuy.

Where can I take you?

I though you said

the hotel sent you.

No. Not really.

You needed a taxi, no?

- Chuy to the rescue.

- How did you know our names?

Because Chuy knows everything

in Puerto Vallarta.

- Fiesta Americana.

- Let's go.

How did you know our names?

I still don't understand.

This guy's a Mexican Jedi.

This is Vallarta!

Land of the beautiful beaches.

So, what brings you here,

amigos?

I'm here for material

for my website, Blakejob. Com

I want to film

some quality Booty.

What about you, guerito?

He's here for his dream girl.

Her name is Lina.

- She's all right.

- Chuy:
Lina. Huh.

Watch out! Oh, sh*t!

- Oh!

- Look, look!

Hey! Ladies! Smile!

Hey, they're my cousins.

Yeah, your f***ing cousin,

my ass.

Chuy:

So, you came to see a girl.

Logan:

Yeah. It's a special girl.

Oh! Here we have

many special girls, amigo.

- Hold on, guys.

- 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?

How are we going to pay for it?

Maybe we could stay with Lina.

Yeah. "Hi, Lina.

I stalked you

all the way to Mexico.

I don't have a room.

Can Blake and I

stay with you?"

What else do you want

to do, dude?

You want to sleep on the beach?

Fate.

Chuy:

Amigos, you're in luck.

Sixto find a great room for you.

Look, look!

"Washes machines."

Towels. Sauna.

Hey, prima! Hola!

My cousin Lupita.

Hey, don't touch her, okay?

Come on!

Come on, guys.

Hey, welcome to the VIP section.

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