Rayne: Ah crap. It’s raining. Rayne: Your sister? Emmett, I- Rayne: Of course not Rayne: All tourists do though, don’t we? Emmett: It’s just liquid sunshine, mon, no worries. Emmett: Hey! What are you doing wit’ my sister? Emmett: I’m kidding, mon. Emmett: What? Do we all Jamaicans look alike to you? Emmett: No, mon, no.