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[♪ MODJO: "Lady [Hear Me Tonight]"]

That was perfect!

stay here and watch the fire, and take care of madame.

Shut the fuck up! No...

'I hope that everyone has had a great day so far,

- You're calling him a racist. - In the eyes, I can see it in his eyes...

How can we trust you, after what you did?

Oh, fucking hell...

And the chips, Abigail. Come on, everything out.

The ship is going under.

Keep it close to your mouth, so you won't waste it.

[Russian man] Ha! Okay, here we are.

[Abigail] Uh-huh...

[♪ Humming THE BEE GEES: "Stayin' Alive"]

I create code for apps. So you can program...

- What was your name? - Er, Carl.

[Dimitry] Sure, I know. Ha-ha!

[Woman] Do you know what people regret on their deathbed?

'But you can't be rich, and expect the rest of the world to be poor.'

You seriously don't get it. Put your hands down!

The hand grenade, dear.

- Can I get you anything to drink? - [Woman] More champagne, please.

- Thurs... Thursday's good. - No. Thomas.

[Carl clears throat]

The absurd thing is that, if we were a couple,

- You're not Carl? - No, no. I'm the pool guy.

- So are you feeling a bit seasick? - Yes, a bit.

[Carl clears throat]

And I don't want to hear anybody saying,

Balenciaga is back! Ooh, fiercer than ever!

[Paula] Yes, I know. I'll get back to you. I know.

And it was so beautiful. Everything was fantastic.

"I love you, you give me fish."

[Yaya] I'll take it.

[Abigail] Wait, wait, wait. There's one more thing.

You could be my assistant.

- No. - Like you...

[Carl] Put it back.

- [Yaya] Fine, I'll take the pretzels! - [Carl] Eh?

- Do you have another one, maybe? - Can you try it again, please?

Should he take risk, or go to the room, huh?

- How many glasses of wine did you have? - Oh, sure...

Do you want me to break up with Yaya?

[Abigail] I'm coming. I'm coming!

Instead, they make up some construction that justifies what they do.

[Woman] More boobs, Yaya! More boobs!

[Metallic clanging]

- Yes, Thursday! Okay! - Okay, Thomas, listen.

- Sorry, just quickly... - Yes?

But you can drink it, it's just water in a can.

In the end, I'm responsible for the safety of the guests.

Nelson, give me that.

- Yeah, it did feel a little bit... - No, of course.

You don't really give me an option but to pay.

I'm sorry. I just have to get that.

I'll take care of that. I'm so sorry.

You must be excited to see your kids, huh?

Yes, let's not beat around the bush. I'm very rich.

[Groaning and retching]

What the hell are you doing with my money?

Carl? Are you jealous?

"and beat you with experience." Mark Twain.

[Tannoy chimes]

- No, Abigail, that's so unfair! - Put your hands down.

- Okay! - You deserve to do what you want, I know.

[♪ Lounge piano music playing]

- I'm sorry, we don't accept that one. - [Carl] Just take this one.

- Mohammed! Mohammed! - What?

- [Thomas] Hello, sir. - Good evening. Jarmo Bjoörkman...

- Yeah, yeah, yeah! - [Jarmo] Thank you very much.

[♪ Rock music over dialogue]

That they were working too much, seven out of ten people regret

- Let me take them back. - No. And they're mine, okay?

- Really? - Yeah.

- It's a very beautiful ring. - Yes. It's really nice.

'and that you're looking forward to the Captain's Dinner tonight.

[Abigail] And not just to me, to everybody here.

- [Crockery falling] - [Woman screams]

My government murdered Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,

What's the problem with you, man?

- [Jarmo] Okay, okay! - The donkey fairytale...

- No, we can't have it. - I'm just gonna have a look. Alright?

- [Woman] Housekeeping! - No. No, thank you.

That's your decision, not mine.

We're from Great Britain.