:17:01
Freaky.
:17:07
Oh, look at this.
It's fucked!
:17:10
Nothing. Nothing.
:17:17
Hey, did you find
anything to eat?
:17:19
They took all my Power Bars.
:17:22
Um, no.
:17:24
No. Sorry.
:17:31
Damn it. Scott and Carly
took all our friggin' sunscreen.
:17:37
Does he have any good CD's?
:17:41
Mmm. Definitely not.
:17:49
You know, I think this guy
must be some kind of doctor.
:17:52
Maybe we could get him to write us
some prescriptions when he gets back.
:17:56
He doesn't have
any smokes either.
:17:59
Almost out.
:18:09
Evan?
:18:22
Evan? Where are you?
:18:26
Hey, baby,
what are you doing?
:18:28
I'm just... amusing myself.
Whoooo!
:18:33
You, uh, getting
anything there, chatty?
:18:36
No, nothing.
I'm gonna miss this thing.
:18:38
- Why didn't you just fly?
- I put all of my money
into that car back there.
:18:42
Okay, forget eloping, but there is an idea we
should discuss about the band for our wedding.
:18:46
I think we should hire a... you know,
a Frank Sinatra-type, uh, lead singer...
:18:51
as opposed to
a James Brown-type lead singer...
:18:54
because, you know, really, let's be
honest, there's only oneJames Brown...
:18:57
and, you know, a faux James Brown
is really quite intolerable.