White Chicks Comments

  • Lacey 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    This is the same as the ancient Chinese women who disguised themselves as men to play tricks on the audience. However, I did...

  • Kareem 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    It's okay to be a woman, it's still pretty funny...

  • Giuseppe 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    Haha, I like it even if it's low-level...

  • Kacie 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    I watched it three times at the beginning, but I didn't see it, but after the fourth time I saw the transformation, my roommate was very...

  • Berniece 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    Another comedy by the wayans black brothers, basically a vulgar remake of...

  • Jacinto 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    Brainless comedy, watched on a long-distance bus in the...

  • Matilde 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    I don't see it in my...

  • Bertha 2022-04-21 09:01:51

    There's a maroon 5 song in there...! !...

  • Kameron 2022-04-20 09:01:40

    Good option to pass the time cliché, but hilarious, I'm dying of...

  • Wade 2022-04-20 09:01:40

    failed to attract me. ....

Extended Reading

White Chicks quotes

  • [Kevin and Marcus approach the desk at the hotel, disguised as Brittany and Tiffany, respectively. "Brittany"'s fake breasts knock over multiple items on the desk]

    Kevin Copeland: Sorry. Um... um... They're new. Dr. Dorfman did an *amazing* job.

    Marcus Copeland: [squeezes "Brittany"'s breast] They feel *so* real.

    Agent Jake Harper: Hi. I, I, um... I need a credit card, please. And, and some I.D., please.

    Kevin Copeland: ["Brittany" takes "her" I.D. out of "her" handbag and realizes it has Kevin's information and photo on. "She" quickly thinks and acts offended] Credit card? I.D.? I'm *so* freakin' pissed*! First of all, I go to Dr. Dorf and he totally messes up my nose job. I ask him to make me look like Gwyneth Paltrow... I get off the surgery table looking like freakin' *Shrek*! Then I get *here*, and Mr. *Harper* makes me feel like I'm some dumb blonde with fake boobs going to a Hugh Hefner party!

    Agent Jake Harper: No, I-I didn't mean to offend you; it's just, it's... it's protocol!

    Kevin Copeland: I'm gonna have a B.F.!

    Marcus Copeland: Oh, my God... She's gonna have a bitch fit!

    Agent Jake Harper: No, no, no, d-d-don't have a-a-a B.F. now.

    Kevin Copeland: I wanna speak to your supervisor! Better yet, I'm gonna write a letter!

    Marcus Copeland: [to Harper] You are in *big* trouble!

    Kevin Copeland: [Agitated, "Brittany" grabs a pen and a sheet of paper and starts writing] Dear... Mr... Royal... Hampton. I... am... a... *white*... woman... in... America.

    Section Chief Elliott Gordon: [appears] Ladies, is there a problem here?

    Marcus CopelandKevin Copeland: Yes.

    Agent Jake Harper: No! Sir, no, no, there's... there's no problem.

    Section Chief Elliott Gordon: These are two of our VIP guests. Issue them keys. Immediately.

    Agent Jake Harper: [nods nervously] Yes, sir.

    Marcus Copeland: [to Harper] V. I. P. Learn your acronyms, okay?

    Kevin Copeland: [to Gordon after he hands the "girls" room cards] What a sweetheart!

    Section Chief Elliott Gordon: Enjoy your stay.

    Kevin Copeland: Has anyone ever told you you look *just* like Denzel Washington?

    Section Chief Elliott Gordon: [laughing] Yeah, actually I have heard it once... or twice.

    Kevin Copeland: What a beautiful chocolate man! Beautiful!

    ["Brittany" and "Tiffany" walk away giggling; Gordon and Harper exchange puzzled looks]

  • Tiffany Wilson: [Tiffany is reading the Hamptons newspaper and sees a picture of them in the paper] Oh my God! Brittany?

    Brittany Wilson: What?

    Tiffany Wilson: [shows Brittany the picture] We're on page 6!

    Brittany Wilson: No!

    Tiffany Wilson: Yeah!

    Brittany Wilson: No!

    Tiffany Wilson: Yeah!

    Brittany Wilson: NO!

    Tiffany Wilson: Yeah! Look!

    [shows her the article]

    Tiffany Wilson: "Wilson Sisters Rock Hamptons"!

    Brittany Wilson: [both girls gasp and erupt into screams] Wilsons rock! We rock!

    Tiffany Wilson: [squealing] Yes!

    Brittany Wilson: [realising that they weren't actually at the Hamptons, but were in the hotel room in New York the entire time] Wait... We weren't *in* the Hamptons this weekend!

    Brittany WilsonTiffany Wilson: [gasping]

    [in unison]

    Brittany WilsonTiffany Wilson: Oh no!

    [looking at the screen]

    Brittany WilsonTiffany Wilson: We've been cloned!