Sam and Ivy are re-entering their hotel room.
"Okay, there was some staring and pointing."
Ivy makes a beeline for the mini-bar, "Okay, I need a, I need a drink!"
"Oh, hey you know, they-they really overcharge you for that stuff." Sam says and she glares at him, "But who cares?! Because it's all on me!" Ivy reaches into the fridge and pulls out two handfulls of those mini booze bottles and Sam watches, "That is, one big drink!"
She finished reliving the fridge of its entire alcohol content, "Macademia nut?"
Sam looks at the price list, "Umm... Wow! That's-that's some pricey nut!"
"Hm-mmm!" Ivy opens the container.
"Really like those macademia nuts, huh?"
"Nope!" Ivy puts one in her mouth and spits it out, then does it again in another direction.
~*~
Beth is playing at a slot machine. Suddenly the lurker sticks her head around the isle of slot machines.
Beth sees her, "Get out of here you lurker!" The lurker doesn't move. "Go on! Get!" She throws a quarter at her.
Luis comes arm-in-arm with Sheridan, "Hey Beth!"
"Ohh! You made up!" She sees them.
"Yeah, I couldn't be mad at him for too long." Sheridan says.
"Yeah, she couldn't live without the Luis love." Luis kisses her.
"Ohh, get a room." Beth rolls her eyes.
"We have one."
"I know. Use it."
~*~
Hank enters the men's room and sees his hand twin washing his hands.
"Oh-oh-oh, yeah!" Hank grabs some towels and hands them to him, "That's right, you take care of those babies!"
"Excuse me?" The hand twin asks.
"It's me, Hank!"
"Do I know you?"
He holds up his left hand, "Hank!"
"Oh-ho, yeah. Yeah, the hand guy."
"Okay, so what are we going to do about this hand twin thing?!" Hank asks.
"Nothing?"
"Look, you and I have been given a gift. Okay? We have to do something with it. Like-like, hand modeling! Huh? Or-or magic! And you know NASA's gonna wanna talk to us!" He explains.
The hand twin tries to leave, "I have to get back to..."
Hank stops him, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa-whoa! We could have our own show! We could clap our hands together and people will love it! Huh? And-and-and I wrote a song for us!"
Hank starts singing to the tune of 'This Land is Your Land':
This hand is your hand.
This hand is my hand.
Oh wait, that's your hand.
No wait, it's my hand.
"That's okay." The hand twin walks out.
Hank follows him, "But you haven't even heard the chorus!"
~*~
"Okay, there was some staring and pointing."
Ivy makes a beeline for the mini-bar, "Okay, I need a, I need a drink!"
"Oh, hey you know, they-they really overcharge you for that stuff." Sam says and she glares at him, "But who cares?! Because it's all on me!" Ivy reaches into the fridge and pulls out two handfulls of those mini booze bottles and Sam watches, "That is, one big drink!"
She finished reliving the fridge of its entire alcohol content, "Macademia nut?"
Sam looks at the price list, "Umm... Wow! That's-that's some pricey nut!"
"Hm-mmm!" Ivy opens the container.
"Really like those macademia nuts, huh?"
"Nope!" Ivy puts one in her mouth and spits it out, then does it again in another direction.
~*~
Beth is playing at a slot machine. Suddenly the lurker sticks her head around the isle of slot machines.
Beth sees her, "Get out of here you lurker!" The lurker doesn't move. "Go on! Get!" She throws a quarter at her.
Luis comes arm-in-arm with Sheridan, "Hey Beth!"
"Ohh! You made up!" She sees them.
"Yeah, I couldn't be mad at him for too long." Sheridan says.
"Yeah, she couldn't live without the Luis love." Luis kisses her.
"Ohh, get a room." Beth rolls her eyes.
"We have one."
"I know. Use it."
~*~
Hank enters the men's room and sees his hand twin washing his hands.
"Oh-oh-oh, yeah!" Hank grabs some towels and hands them to him, "That's right, you take care of those babies!"
"Excuse me?" The hand twin asks.
"It's me, Hank!"
"Do I know you?"
He holds up his left hand, "Hank!"
"Oh-ho, yeah. Yeah, the hand guy."
"Okay, so what are we going to do about this hand twin thing?!" Hank asks.
"Nothing?"
"Look, you and I have been given a gift. Okay? We have to do something with it. Like-like, hand modeling! Huh? Or-or magic! And you know NASA's gonna wanna talk to us!" He explains.
The hand twin tries to leave, "I have to get back to..."
Hank stops him, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa-whoa! We could have our own show! We could clap our hands together and people will love it! Huh? And-and-and I wrote a song for us!"
Hank starts singing to the tune of 'This Land is Your Land':
This hand is your hand.
This hand is my hand.
Oh wait, that's your hand.
No wait, it's my hand.
"That's okay." The hand twin walks out.
Hank follows him, "But you haven't even heard the chorus!"
~*~