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Winfield 2021-11-18 08:01:29
The stage of the dance is very exciting, and I suddenly look forward to the exam next week. Everything can be compared. Any sports involving competitions are exciting. Only competition can inspire people's fighting spirit. If a person feels that he does not have any shining points, then go to participate in various competitions, the competition can stimulate hormones! Can discover your potential! There are always competitions that will allow you to find confidence. Anti-promotion. Participating...
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Tyreek 2021-11-18 08:01:29
Laughing to death =...
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Doris 2021-11-18 08:01:29
Hahahahaha is so...
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Jess 2021-11-18 08:01:29
Black men turned white women, still...
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Sofia 2021-11-18 08:01:29
A white girl with a black ass!! Hahahaha Although it is a spoof, I am so happy to see...
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Alden 2021-11-18 08:01:29
The process of cross-dressing allows men to examine social values from the perspective of women. Regarding women's aesthetics and love, the change from blacks to whites also highlights certain racial prejudices. The spearhead of the film is very gentle, it just wants to be a painless drag comedy, and it does not want those deep discussions to ruin the crazy nature of its comedy....
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!
