Do you feel anything? No.
Where else could she be hiding a golf club?
I'm gonna go look in the closet.
Okay, I'll finish up in here.
Wow! I could live in here.
This thing is seriously bigger than my apartment.
You stood up for yourself.
She's gonna blackball me.
I should have apologized.
I should have begged for my job back.
I left my panda bear mug.
That magazine has relationships with dozens of designers.
I bet if I make a few calls
you'll have ten interviews by Monday.
Well, you should call "The Times" first.
Our wedding announcement cannot say
Jordan Hobart, junior VP of ad sales
marries Hanna Marin, unemployed.
Alright. That's enough.
I'm not gonna let you spin out.
Cuddle up. Come on.
I really don't care what the announcement
in "The Times" says. Okay?
And what if it said
Hanna Marin, luckiest girl alive
marries her genuine prince charming?
What do you wanna do?
You wanna go right to our place?
Or maybe stop somewhere for a drink?
Do you wanna..
...get out of the city for a few days?
Go back to Rosewood? You can clear your head?
I don't wanna go to Rosewood
...or the apartment.
Can we just keep driving?
Whatever you want, love.