Friday, October 25, 2019
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 Movie Scene: White Chicks    Marcus: You sure this is gonna work?    Kevin: Just trust me, follow my lead.    Marcus: What up, you got a problem? What you lookin at my butt for? Nah, hey à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  hold my poodle. Hey yo, what up you got a problem? Yaââ¬â¢ll wants some a à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  this, you want some of this? What, boy what? Iââ¬â¢ll take the both of you! -    Kevin: Marcus, cut it out-    Marcus: What, heââ¬â¢s lookin at me like Iââ¬â¢m some kind of girl, man-     Kevin: You are a girl, and you better start acting like one or your gonna be an à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  unemployed girl.     Man: Dang, Iââ¬â¢d sure like to cut that cake...    Kevin: Hey yo, hold this! (Hands dog to Marcus) Hey yo, you trying to look at my à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  lumps? Iââ¬â¢ll take off my g-string and handle mine; Iââ¬â¢ll handle mine dog-     Marcus (whispers) its Gomez.    Gomez: Welcome to the Royal Hamptons Hotel (gestures to hotel).    Kevin: The bags in the car Jose.    Gomez: The names Gomez    Kevin: Whatever!...    Marcus: And yeah here, take Baby. Clean out his bag, poor thing just pooped à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  everywhere. And teach him how t o say yo quiero Taco Bell. Thanks a lot à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  Rico Suava-     Kevin: Gratsi    Marcus: Thanks Julio.     Gomez: Right away maam.    Walks into hotel lobby.      Kevin: (Marcus trips) Sweetie, youââ¬â¢ve gotta slow up with those Cosmos. (Giggles) à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  Brittney and Tiffany Wilson... (Bumps rack on counter with her boobs) Sorry, à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  um, um there new. Dr. Drorphman did an amazing job!    Marcus: They feel sooo real! (Kevin giggles)     Harper: Hi, yeah, I, I, I just need to see, uh, a credit card, and some I.D. please.    Kevin: Credit Card? I.D.? I am so fricken pissed! -    Harper: Maam, I, I-    Kevin: First of all, I go to Dr. Drorphmans, he totally messes up my nose job. I ask à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  him to make me look like Gweneth Paltrow; I get off the surgery table lookin à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  like fricken Shrek! (Marcus sympathizes for her) Then I get here, and Mr. à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  Harper makes me feel like some dumb blonde with fake boobs, going to a à  Ã  Ã  Ã  Ã  Hue Hephner party!    Harper: I didnââ¬â¢t mean to offend you, itââ¬â¢s just that, itââ¬â¢s protocol-    Kevin: Iââ¬â¢m gonna have a B.F!    Marcus: Oh my god!    Harper: No, no, no, no, no, donââ¬â¢t, donââ¬â¢t, have, uh, uh B.F. now-     Kevin: I want to speak to your supervisor, better yet, I'm gonna write a letter...(Harper trying to calm her down)    					    
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