My friend just passed out on the beach
over there. Do you have a phone anywhere?

No, no. Excuse me.
Excuse me.

She was, uh, drinking
champagne in the sun.

Champagne: perfume going in,
sewage coming out.

- Is she gonna be all right?
- Yeah, she's gonna be okay.

Uh, could somebody go down
to the condo office...

- and have them call an ambulance?
- Yeah, sure.

just in case.
Let's get her up.

The doctor will probably
give her a shot of Ipecac.

I don't want
anything more to drink.

Oh, don't worry. It'll make you
feel better. It'll help you throw up.

I don't want
to throw up.

Oh, God, I think
I'm gonna throw up.

No, I'm all right.
I'm all right.

She can never
make up her mind.

Hey, Brian. I gotta
hit the road, man.

Okay, Owen.
Well, goodbye.
It has been an adventure.
Owen will take care of you.
Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it
note for note

Don't worry
Be happy
Every life we have
some trouble

When you worry
you make it double

Don't worry
Be happy
- Mark, I haven't forgotten about you.
- No problem.

Welcome to my most humble,
dishonorable establishment.

Well, thank you.
My worthless, useless services
are at your disposal.

Um, I wanted to, uh, come by and
thank you for helping out yesterday.

That's all right.
How's she doing?

She, uh, has a hangover.
Can I buy you a drink?
One of my rum specialties, perhaps?

I'll have a beer.