can't put all three
of us in one room.
That's what your reservation
called for.
Take it or leave it.
I feel sick.
( Morgan groaning )
( groans )
Hey, Sean, you sharing
your room with anybody?
Not permanently.
How about taking on Rags
as a roommate and helping me out?
I wanna get girls in my room, man,
not scare 'em away.
( Morgan vomiting )
Well, I think I'll leave you
two lovebirds alone for a while.
- Thanks, buddy.
- Yep.
Hey, Carlton Ashby.
When did you get in?
Hey, son, just flew in
after 14 and a half hours
in a seat designed
for a chimpanzee.
Well, then come on downstairs
and we can toss down
a couple of ice cold beers.
I'm not quite feeling human yet,
and tomorrow's my first day of
shooting. I better get a little sleep.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Rags.
- Hi, Mrs. Logan. Welcome to Greece.
Thank you. Tell me, have you
seen my husband around?
Not recently.
Logan:
Who's banging at my door?
Oh, cheese and crackers.
Who's banging at--
oh, what a surprise.
If it isn't my little wifey.
Kiss kiss.
Darling, just let me
straighten up a bit.
Make some room
for you, huh?
Cookie:
Your wife is here?!
Cookie, you'll get
those sheets changed--
I mean, the script sheets
changed, right?
Oh, yes, right away.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, that's okay.
You need some help?
No, I'm okay.
- Thank you.
- Sure.
Oh, work work work
work work work work.
Oh, are we a little cranky?
Well, it's been a long trip.
I know. I know. I know.
- I love you.
- I love you.
( screams )
( Morgan groans )
This place isn't so bad.
I mean, it may not
be the Ritz,
but at least it's clean.
- ( meows )
- What's wrong with Baby Rambo?
Nothing. Just jet lag.
Oh, God,
I feel like refried shit.
Probably that joint you ate.
Getting a buzz yet?
- Oh my God!
- Morgan, what is it?
My period is two days late.
Big deal.
I missed a few pills
last month.
So?
I'm "PG."
I'm prego.
My God,
I've been knocked up.
Are you sure this isn't
a hysterical reaction from the grass?
Hysterical reaction?
I'm pregnant
and you're calling me hysterical?
Our baby is growing
inside my womb,
and you accuse me
of being an emotional basket case.
I didn't say that.
But you implied it.
Like horseshit.
Like horseshit?
- Come on, baby doll.
- No, don't.
I don't deserve
this kind of abuse.
What do I have to do,
get on my hands and knees?
Maybe.
It feels so good to hold you.
Just the three of us together.
- Do you know what, honey?
- What's that?
I think maybe we shouldn't make
nooky-nooky for a while.
Why not?
Just to be safe.
You know,
we're in the family way.
Darling, isn't it wonderful?
( cat meows )
Another hour in this sun,
and my nose will be fried.
Did you bring
any nose coat?
Yeah.
Hey, buddy,
we gotta face reality here.
If pennies don't start dropping from
heaven, we're gonna have to get jobs.
Please, God,
anything but that.
Scotty:
Whose is this?
Thank you, Jesus.
Saved from the minimum wage.
Put it back, man.
This isn't ours.
Scotty dude, we're in Europe.
Miracles happen
all the time over here.
That's pretty lame, dude.
Look, we'll find the rightful owner
and maybe we'll get
a cash reward.
Ask and ye shall receive!
( horn blowing )
Everyone on board, please.
Setting sail for another
island paradise.
Come on, let's go.
This is school? Things have sure
changed since I dropped out.
Gentlemen, I'm Miss Rollins,
the chief administrator.
- May I help you?
- Yes. Sean Kingsley.
Oh, Mr. Kingsley,
thank God you've arrived.
We've been holding
the boat for you.
And this must be
your private tutor.
That's me.
Professor DW Rags--
PhD, MBA, DDS, DDT, LSD
and ABC.
Look, Miss Rollins,
my name is not Sean. It's Scotty.
- Scotty?
- It's his middle name.
Sean Scott Kingsley.
He uses it when he travels incognito.
- You understand?
- Of course.
The son of a billionaire
can't be too careful.
- Son of a--
- ( ship's horn blows )
Now if you'll