Mortdecai:
[arrives at hotel]
Jock. Dear, sweet, sperm-heavy Jock. Behold this America, this new colossus, this fair land of the free!
[sees bikini-clad girls in the lobby]
Mortdecai:
What kind of hell-place is this? I feel as though we've made a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film.
[asks hotel clerk]
Mortdecai:
Have we taken a wrong turn and arrived on the set of a pornographic film?
Hotel Clerk:
Checking in?
Mortdecai:
I am Mortdecai, Lord of Silverdale. I should like to request a bucket of ice, "Do Not Disturb" sign, and a bulldozer.
Hotel Clerk:
Checking in?
Jock:
Yeah, we're checking in.
Mortdecai:
I suspect I may need to redecorate.
Hotel Clerk:
Room 326, overlooks the pool.
[hands over a room card]
Mortdecai:
So all I must do is show up, and I'm presented with a credit card. No wonder your country's in financial ruin.
Hotel Clerk:
Do you need help with your bags?
Mortdecai:
No, I do not need help with my bags. I have a fucking manservant. Strange country.
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