[Skye is soooo not going to question what he means by that.
And, yes, thank you because standing right now is a bit difficult for her. Still holding onto the bottle of water, Skye grabbed hold of his hand and with wobbly legs stepped down and out of the truck.
Get ready to hear the worst attempt at the accent ever.]
[Hooking his arm around Skye's waist, Jesse makes his way to the front desk. It almost seems like he's ignoring her request. Until he opens his mouth:]
Yah, uh... Why don'tcha give us the honeymoon suite. One honeymoon suite for Bob and Belinda Bond.
[Okay, that sounds less like Wisconsin and more like Chicago with those dragging vowels. He's half-channeling Saul here.]
[Skye is trying so hard not to laugh and failing. Turning her head towards his neck he would be able to hear her giggling and possibly a snort might've just came out.]
Oh honey, can we afford that?
[Her whole body is shaking at this point from stifling her laughter.]
Yah, yah. Don'tcha worry about that now. Money's no object, my li'l cheesecake.
[He slaps a wad of cash onto the counter. The clerk appears most unimpressed by these antics, fetching the room key as fast as possible just to get these idiots out of the way.]
[He lays a wet kiss to Skye's temple before the clerk turns back around, practically shoving the room key at Jesse. Okay, okay - They'll get outta here. On to the elevator.]
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Fine. What would you pick that isn't your usual, lame, alias?
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[Now he's just being silly.]
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That is terrible. Let's do it.
As long as your first name isn't James.
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Bob.
Bob Bond.
[Well it's funny to her.]
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That's horrible.
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Some did get on her leg, which is just wonderful.]
It's amazing and you know it.
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[They've arrived, though, and Jesse pulls into a parking spot outside the most kitschy neon-lit motel in the county.]
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[Of course he already has a stupid amount of money but she doesn't care.]
...have you been here before?
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[But he's definitely fucked here before.
Jesse hops out of the truck and crosses to the other side to help Skye out, too. Assuming she's too drunk.]
What's a Wisconsin accent sound like, anyway?
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And, yes, thank you because standing right now is a bit difficult for her. Still holding onto the bottle of water, Skye grabbed hold of his hand and with wobbly legs stepped down and out of the truck.
Get ready to hear the worst attempt at the accent ever.]
Don't cha know with the cheese.
[What a great sentence too.]
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[Impressively bad. He's not even going to attempt it. Just leading Skye into the lobby...]
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Do it.
[Skye whispers as they get closer to the receptionist.]
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Yah, uh... Why don'tcha give us the honeymoon suite. One honeymoon suite for Bob and Belinda Bond.
[Okay, that sounds less like Wisconsin and more like Chicago with those dragging vowels. He's half-channeling Saul here.]
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Oh honey, can we afford that?
[Her whole body is shaking at this point from stifling her laughter.]
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[He slaps a wad of cash onto the counter. The clerk appears most unimpressed by these antics, fetching the room key as fast as possible just to get these idiots out of the way.]
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My lil' cheesecake.
[And her laughter is progressively becoming louder and more obnoxious. She hasn't laughed in what felt like weeks.]
I'm so glad I married you.
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[He lays a wet kiss to Skye's temple before the clerk turns back around, practically shoving the room key at Jesse. Okay, okay - They'll get outta here. On to the elevator.]
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He totally fell for it.
[No he didn't.]
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Yeah. Yeah, totally. You really put those super-spy skills to work.
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I'm going to pee myself.
[So attractive.]
Yeah, well, I've always been good at making up stories. It's a gift.
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