"Gus, didn't you listen to wannabe Neo? We are freaking married!" He picks up the copy and waves it around. "I don't remember either but you know what? They don't give a damn. Jones doesn't give a damn, Gus."

He jumps up again, agitated, nervous. "I mean, a certificate of a Vegas wedding? Come on. He probably waits for us to say 'Dude, sorry, but we were so freaking drunk we don't remember a damn thing'. Don't you see, Gus? It's exactly what that greedy little bastard is waiting for! Because then he will smile at us some creepy little smile and say 'Well, rules are rules and regulations are regulations and you are so going down'."

Shawn runs his hands through his hair in despair to keep himself from flailing. "Two million dollars, Gus. That's what he's waiting for."