:20:10
Miami Marriott.
:20:12
Uh, Sara Moore, please.
:20:14
One moment, please.
:20:16
Uh, sir, I'm sorry
:20:18
but Ms. Moore won't be checking
in until tomorrow morning.
:20:21
Tomorrow morning?
:20:23
Oh, thank you.
:20:24
Thank you very much.
:20:30
I gotcha.
:20:49
May I help you?
:20:50
You got gas.
:20:51
Excuse me?
:20:53
You got leakage.
:20:54
Excuse me?
:20:55
Not you, lady.
:20:57
Your house.
:20:59
But we have electric.
:21:01
Yeah, I know. That's why
it's kind of a pickle.
:21:03
Can I sniff around?
:21:05
Actually, no.
:21:07
Thanks.
:21:08
Not sniffing any gas,
but I do detect
:21:10
the smell of coffee.
:21:11
You know, I think
:21:12
you should just leave.
:21:14
Yeah, why don't you run
in the kitchen and grab me
:21:15
a cup of coffee
all right, cupcake?
:21:18
Nice place you got here.
It's real rustic.
:21:20
Amanda?
:21:21
Hey, are you okay?
What's going on?
:21:25
I heard all that shouting
down there.
:21:28
Oh, no!
:21:29
Sara Moore
:21:30
you are hereby served
for divorce.
:21:33
Divorce?! What?!
:21:35
Smile.
:21:36
No, hang on. Wait-wait a minute.
:21:38
You must have
the wrong person.
:21:39
Um, you must be looking
:21:40
for a different
Sara Moore.
:21:41
That's what
they all say.
:21:44
But I'm happily married.
:21:45
Not anymore.
:21:50
Could I get that coffee
to go, uh...?
:21:57
This is Ray.
Who the hell is this?