“Pack your bags, baby, because I finally got half of that bonus I was promised, and you and I are going on an exotic-ass vacation.”
“‘Exotic-ass?’ This isn’t one of those weird things where you turn our apartment into a scene from Saw, is it?”
“Nope. You and I are headed for the combination of luxury and history that only Mexico can provide.”
Long pause.
“Mexico?”
“Hell yeah! Warm weather, old-ass ruins, horseback riding and the timeless mystique of Pacific waves. Cheap tequila!”
Long pause.
“Honey?”
Long pause.
“Scott, you know that the entire country is a minefield of drive-by shootings and drug-war executions, right?”
Longer pause.
“Really?”
The Saw sequel should be Saw: I Conquered