Will: Baby, here we go. Over the threshold. Oh, look at this, a chair a nice drawer. Oh, but look what's over here, a bed.
Monique: Honey, wait. Slow it down. This is our wedding night.
Will: I know, I know, but we only got 18 hours left before checkout. These damn buttons. You got some scissors, girl?
Monique: Will, please, now, come on. Just give me a minute, okay? I want to put something special on for you.
And I promise it'll be worth the wait. Trust me. [exits]
Will: [to himself] Hey!