St. Maartin, Orient Beach, Jan. 23, 2028:
Jessica: I can’t believe it’s like, been like 20 years, can you?
Tony: Time sure flies.
Jessica: You remember, like, when we, like, first met, and you were, like, playing football, and they like totally blamed me for you losing that game.
Tony: You know I don’t like talking about those days, Jess. You don’t hear me bringing up your “country record” or your “acting career,” do you?
Jessica: OK, you’re like totally right. I could like totally go for the buffet right now! Are ya hungry!?
Tony: I guess so. Where are Donni-Marie and Roman and Dallasina?
Jessica: Aunt Ashlee and Uncle Terrell took them to a movie.
(Stops to pick up a shell) You know, being, like, the wife of a car dealership part-owner isn’t so bad.
Tony: (Please, can just shut your fucking pie-hole for ten seconds?! Ever?!) How many times do I have to tell you, it’s “equity partner in a transportation industry venture”? Hey! Isn’t that Carrot Top over there?
