MARK: Well… we might as well go in.
MONK: Guess so.
ALEX: No thanks.
MONK: What do you mean, no thanks? We’ve got to find a payphone so we can call a tow truck…
ALEX: Be my guest. I’ll wait in the car.
MARK: Hey guys…
MONK: Oh come ON, Alex. It’s not that bad.
ALEX: Monk, the bartender threatened to break someone’s legs.
MONK and ALEX: WHAT?
MARK: I don’t think we’re going to make it to Vegas.