TEXT: On the road Ryan: Hey, I asked you a question. Seth: Yeah, no, it's just some of these bugs are really sort of stubborn. I was using that. Ryan: Now you're not. Gonna tell me what's going on? Seth: What if I told you it's New Year's Eve and we're on our way to Vegas? Ryan: I might hit you with this. Why are the girls acting so strange? Seth: I don't... I mean... you know, I don't know. In the bathroom Summer: How long is it supposed to take? Taylor: Five minutes. How long has it been? Okay-- four minutes and 47 seconds. On the road Ryan: You're lying. It's written all over you face. Seth: Well, then I shouldn't bluff when we get to Las Vegas. Ryan: Look... what... man, they're in the bathroom. Seth: Why don't you just ask them. In the bathroom Taylor: 13 seconds left. On the road Ryan: Do I need to remind you why you're even here right now? In the bathroom Summer: 11 more seconds. On the road Seth: Because you haven't killed me yet? In the bathroom Taylor: What if there wasn't enough pee? On the road Ryan: No, because you didn't have any New Year's Even plans so you hijacked mine. In the bathroom Summer: How many bars am I looking for? Taylor: Two, two bars. Six more seconds. On the road Seth: I told you I'd pay you back. In the bathroom Summer: Oh, my God, I can't look. On the road Ryan: And now I'm collecting. So tell me what's happening. In the bathroom Taylor: Oh, my God, three more seconds, two more seconds, one more second... SEVEN HOURS EARLIER At the comics bookshop Ryan: Here you go. Seth: Last coffee of '06. How much you hoping I don't make that joke all day? Ryan: Not like I'll be around to hear it. Seth: So walk me through your itinerary again. Ryan: I've got breakfast with Taylor. Back home to pack,
SUMMARY:
Seth is clueless about what to do for New Year's Eve. Solution? Crash the Ryan-Taylor road trip to Vegas. Now add pregnancy tests, a space-alien rave, thefts, misunderstandings, pursuits and a marriage proposal and it's time to welcome 2007!