- What, marriage? - Why you laughin'?

The way you said all that. You know, us needing to go to a deeper level. And, you know--

Ah, but you did say that you would get naked on the beach in Tahiti.

The hotel room is in Tahiti too. I'm not gonna get nekked on the beach.

-You're a prude. -I'm not a prude. I'm just not dumb to--

- These are strangers. - Prude.

I'm not getting nekked on no beach in-- And we can go to the room.

I'll take off my clothes and run around nekked for you. And, incidentally...

that thong in the suitcase, that's not gettin' worn on the beach.

- Sorry. - Yeah. I'm very disappointed.

You didn't even try it on and I bought it for you.

That's for me? lmagine me in some shit like that.

You actually bought-- You actually bought that for me?

-It would look cute on your ass. -Oh, get out. Right, yeah. Girl, please.

What if one of my mother's friends was down here and see me walkin' around in that shit?

- Don't bring your mother into this. - I'm not. That's--

This is a small world. Somebody that knows my mother see me in that shit, then they...

"Ooh, girl, Miss Roper's son be on the beach in Tahiti with his ass out, on his vacation.

Watch him, girl. Mm-hmm. I see he had a string up his ass."

Get the fuck outta here. Not-Not today.