What Happens In Vegas...

Morning, Carl. I'm good, how are you. Can I just squeeze in...yeah, just grabbing some coffee.

Vegas? Yeah, it was fun.

Oh, you know, did some shopping, laid out by the pool, had a great dinner. It was fun.

What's that? Nah, not really. I played a couple of nickel slots, that's about it.

Can I just grab a couple sugar packets--What, that bruise? Oh it's nothing. Just must've bumped into something. Can you pass me the milk when you're done?

Tattoo? Where? Oh, that. Heh heh. no, that's just a nightclub stamp.

Yeah, I guess your chest is an odd place to get stamped. Well, post-9/11 security and all...

Hi Sheila. You're collecting for...the Jimmy Fund? Sure, I'll contribute. Is fifty OK? Let's see...all I got is ones...one...two....three...Oops, I dropped...I'll get it, I'll get it!

Condoms!?! Carl, these are not condoms, my goodness! They're, uh...breath mints. Uh, guys, I think I hear my phone.