"Forget the whales, where’s my car?" Cooper taps the screen again. “Siri, where is my car? It's blue and it has a license plate.”
A police officer, an actual one, says, “How much have you had to drink, sir? I’m not sure you should be driving.”
“He won’t be driving, officer,” Charlotte says. “His car is in LA. I’ll make sure he gets safely back to his hotel. Thank you for your concern.”
The cop nods and leaves.
“Where’s the Flamingo?” Cooper turns around like the Flamingo should be nearby and not way over on the strip.
Two ladies walking down the street pause. "Turn left on South Las Vegas Boulevard and right on the strip."
"That's too