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Zelma 2022-03-26 09:01:04
Actually, I've forgotten what this thing is...
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Catharine 2022-03-26 09:01:04
Those two guys are so...
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Braden 2022-03-26 09:01:04
So cheap, so cheap. . . Ha...
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Bethany 2022-03-26 09:01:04
Black men become white women. ....
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Cleve 2022-03-26 09:01:04
Makeup artist is so...
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Carmela 2022-03-26 09:01:04
Seems funny, I don't remember anything...
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Dolores 2022-03-26 09:01:04
I laughed so hard when I saw...
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Obie 2022-03-26 09:01:04
Laugh from start to finish....
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Ivy 2022-03-25 09:01:08
Honestly, you can see what garbage...
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Kris 2022-03-25 09:01:08
It's no shame, no...
White Chicks Comments
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[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 Copeland, Kevin 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]
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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 Wilson, Tiffany Wilson: [gasping]
[in unison]
Brittany Wilson, Tiffany Wilson: Oh no!
[looking at the screen]
Brittany Wilson, Tiffany Wilson: We've been cloned!
