Las Vegas

Previously, on Las Vegas:

I'm A.J. Cooper, and I just bought the place.

- Hey, Mr. Cooper. - Hey, Mike.

- Cooper. - Such a kiss-ass.

Sam, you were kidnapped, and shuttled onto a jet which the kidnapper flew out of.

You're Delinda. Former boss' daughter. And you're having Danny's baby.

- It is Danny, right? - Yeah, Danny.

You know, this "becoming a dad" thing" has got all kinds of perks I didn't know about.

- Piper Nielson. - Oh, strong handshake.

- I don't date older guys. - What's his story, anyway?

A.J. Cooper owns the largest working cattle ranch in Wyoming.

Net worth: somewhere north of $2 billion.

- Uh, two caramel macchiatos, right? - Excellent, you bet.

- Uh, not for me, thanks. - She's on "the zone."

Oh, well you look great! I mean, whatever you're doing, it's... it's, uh, working.

Not that you didn't look great last time you were here, because you looked very voluptuous.

It's okay, I was a tub. And now, I have lost 46 pounds.

Her goal is to fit into her grandmother's wedding dress.

- I'm almost there. - Aw, that's so nice.

Well, as long as you don't lose the appetite for the blackjack, right?

Not me!

I was actually going to hit the gym first, but I'll meet up with you guys later?

Okay, great.

- Um, okay. - Bye.

- Don't tell me... - I don't think I can marry her, Sam.

What am I gonna do?

You're gonna gamble.

That's what you're gonna do.

* I like big butts and I cannot lie

* you other brothers can't deny *

* that when a girl walks in with a itty- Bitty waist *

* and a round thing in your face *

* you get sprung, wanna pull up tough *

* 'cause you notice that butt was stuffed *

* deep in the jeans she's wearing *

* I'm hooked and I can't stop staring *

- Hey, what's goin' on? - Hey. Excuse me.

Let me ask you something, Danny. Does everyone look a bit more...

Oh, it's the, uh, love 'em large convention this weekend over at the Tropicana.

People come from far and wide. They pack pretty much every hotel on the strip.

They're likely to kill us at the all-you-can-eat buffet.

So what are you, uh, you goin' bowling?

Well, yeah, I was very flattered.

The landscaping department asked me to be on their team.

- There's a big regional tournament over at the fairlanes. - Nice.

Yeah, but sometimes these things can turn into a bit of a marathon.

So I was hoping you could handle some business for me while I'm gone.

There's something I've admired a long time, and it's come up for sale.

Not a problem.

Good, I'll have the jet fueled and ready in an hour.

- The jet? - Yeah.

- Where am I going? - Wyoming.

- To buy what? - A horse.

- Yeah, I don't really know anything about horses. - No, you don't need to.

You'll be bidding on three-year-old named hay maker's mark.

- Yeah, but I... - Trust me on this. Now here's the deal:

The owner hates me. There is no way he would sell me this horse. But he doesn't know you.

All due respect, uh, this isn't really Montecito business. I'm president of operations...

I want this horse, so I'm asking you as a favor.

All right, that might be fun.

So am I gonna see the grand tetons?

Probably not, but I'm sure you'll see some nice ones.

Las Vegas season 5 episode 12 " I could eat a horse"

The "Vegas Team"

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It probably won't surprise you to know that I'm an equine expert.

Well, not so much an expert as a well-informed dabbler.

Well, the sports book doesn't count, Mike. We're talking about a reining horse,

not a racing horse, okay? Excuse me.

I don't know anything about those. But I can read up on the plane.

Don't you think one of us should say back here and look after things? What if something happens?

Tuesdays. Statistically, tuesdays are uneventful. And Mitch is here. I trust Mitch.

- Don't you trust Mitch? - That's good cream filling...

Uh, yeah, yeah I trust him.

I trust him, it's just that I don't understand why you want to go to Wyoming.

Are you kidding? Cooper's phat ranch? Fresh air, farmer's daughters.

And not to mention your two vacation days that don't roll into the next fiscal year?

- Which starts when? - Friday.

I know you.

Show me.

That much.

That's not heaping. You can't be chintzy with the bean count, Miguel.

Do you want a rich cup of coffee, or a weak one?

- Rich. - Rich!

- Rich. - That's right!

Delinda? It's still a little weak.

- But it's getting better. - We're working on it.

Well, what isn't getting better is the restaurant. I ate there last night.

I apologize. Ever since the wolfgang departure, it's been a struggle.

- You need to hire a new chef. One who can cook. - I know, I know, you're right.

What's wrong? You all right?

The baby. It hit me.

Oh, no, I think that's called a quickening.

May i?

Have any kids yourself?

I mean, you seem to know a lot about babies. I was just wondering.

So, the restaurant.

- New chef. Got it. - Could you handle this before I get back?

- How long will you be gone? - Long enough to win a big gold trophy.

Well, you know they don't really make 'em out of gold.

Don't ruin it for me, Delinda.

Sorry. They're pure gold.

I don't feel anything.

It's not all the time. It's... It's sometimes.

Danny! Home on the range time.

Okay, all right, uh, I gotta go. But I'll feel it when I get back, okay?

- Okay, remember, i get to feel it first! - Okay!

What?

- What what? - Don't "what what" me.

You didn't blink, and I know all your tells. What's going on?

Okay, I let someone else feel it already.

What?

We had a deal! Who was it, Sam?

- Yes, it was Sam. - Danny boy!

- Where the deer and the antelope get down. - Okay, okay.

You know what, she did this to spite me because I didn't give gordon fisk more credit.

- She doesn't even like babies. - I know, I know, it was a total waste!

I hate her!

All right, okay.

I may not have a signal out in the boondocks, but I'll try to call you later.

- No worries. I love you. - I see you!

- What's his problem? - Beats me.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

My whale doesn't want to marry his fiancee.

He wants me to keep her busy while he does god knows what with who.

You know, if I actually cared, I might draw a line in the moral sand, and tell her.

- Good thing you don't have a conscience. - Yeah.

What was that?

The baby. It's called quickening.

Whatever.

At least I'm not a total liar.

Excuse me, hey. Um, where's the concierge?

Oh, it's uh, right there, where it says "Concierge."

Not that one. I'm looking for Piper Nielson.

- Oh, she's not on for another hour. - Cool

I'll just wait for her in the bar.

Okay.

Ah, clean air. Wide open spaces! I'm feelin' at home already.

Yeah, well, you and those $200 jeans are gonna fit right in here.

- They look good, don't they? - Don't ask me that, seriously.

Hey, what about you, in your $80 jeans.

These are genuine cowboy pants, dude, these are the ones that real cowboys wear.

- That tight? - Maybe not quite this tight.

Right.

- This must be us, right? - Yeah, he said the keys were under the seat.

High security.

- Want to hear about reining horses? - Nope.

They're fascinating animals.

- I don't care. - By the time

I'm done, you will care, my friend. These horses go beyond impressive.

- You don't care that I don't care, do you? - Not really.

I knew I should have come alone.

- Hi. - Hi!

- How's your workout? - Oh, feelin' the burn.

Got to work on these love handles.

- You look great. - Aw, thanks.

- I don't even know if Rodney deserves you. - Oh, no, this is all for him.

He deserves a woman he can be proud of.

I should probably shower and get to the tables.

- He likes me to be there, for good luck. - Actually, that's why I stopped by.

Rodney wanted me to let you know that he's doing great.

He's on quite a roll at the craps table.

- You could just stay here, if you want. - Really?

I mean, I'm sure you know Rodney's a little superstitious.

So you might not want to go down there, because you could,

uh, you might, you know, throw off his chi.

True.

Maybe I could go to the spa after this.

That's perfect! You are always thinkin', Sam.

Yeah, sometimes too much.

- Okay! - Bye.

- Hey! - Hey.

Uh, there's a guy waiting for you in Opus.

Is he 300 lbs and asking for the m&m factory?

No, he's more like a short, metrosexual boy-band type.

With a guitar.

* and even though I lost her

* she never looked so beautiful *

* from up here

* whoa whoa

* a million faces in the crowd *

* and you will always shine them out *

* she never looked so beautiful *

* from down here

* living illusions, darling

* I can't face the truth