Rolls Royce Phantom with bespoke picnic set
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MARIAH: Looka here: I said you'd best find us a Mickey D's, and you'd best do it now.
NICK: Aw, c'mon, baby. Ain't none of my homeboys ever seen a Rolls-Royce, much less a Phantom Drophead Coupe.
MARIAH: It's "Coupé", dummy.
NICK: Coupe, coupé: don't get all highfalutin' on me, Miss Long Island. Just because your mama was an opera singer --
MARIAH: Watch the road, Jeeves.
NICK: Look, my peeps are up here havin' a little Memorial Day pizz-ow-wow. I just wanna stop by for a sec so they can get worked up over this ride.
MARIAH: Which I bought you, and which I can taketh away, unless you getteth me to some French fries and a Filet-O-Fish with double tartar sauce on the fly.
NICK: You know, I'm starting to think you may be pregnant after all.
MARIAH: You sayin' I'm fat?
NICK: Well, you're not there yet, but you've whipped out the TomTom, and you're making good time.
MARIAH: (Speechless fury)
NICK: I mean...I mean...I mean, no, you're not fat at all, my little pork dumpling...
MARIAH: (Still speechless)
NICK: Um, darling.
MARIAH: ...Hmph.
NICK: But seriously: you sure you don't want a salad instead?
