"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was a hot-tub"

Daniel's look of innocent shock and mild indignation is at his discovery that he is in a sink, as opposed to the high-end Aspen hot-tub that he originally booked. And, also, there are no "babes", at least as he was led to believe.

He may also be a little perturbed to realize that, as opposed to the "Playgirl" pictorial that he was promised, his round little belly and newly circumcised johnson are instead going to be recorded to ensure that his Mom will control his dating life for the next 6 trillion years. That's right. No shiksas. Period. Ever.

Nonetheless, he is making the best of a bad situation, and right after this shot, called for a Corona with lime. Perhaps he is being secretly instructed by the Jedi master of the leisure lifestyle, Uncle Robbie "Ben Kenobi" ... :-)