He is a docile vet. She is a wild child masquerading as a domestic goddess. It's their first night as a married couple and they get involved in a heist gone bad. What follows is somewhat predictable. The girl cannot speak without a few tongue twisting anatomical references and doesn't know when to stop the shots. The boy is shocked, repeatedly. But he soon gets his moment to be naughty, with a pole dance for a group of tipsy bachelorettes, and a Bruce Lee inspired fight scene with a few thugs. Just in case we don't get the point that they're opposites, and therefore in the time honoured tradition of romcoms, attracted to each other, each is made to look at the other with surprise and awe in equal measure. Ho hum. Hum ho.