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Merl 2021-11-18 08:01:29
The two black brothers always like to play cross-dressing. After watching the little man, I found this one with a better reputation to watch the excitement. At the beginning, the black boss who dressed up as a convenience store really couldn’t tell which one to dress up. When it came time to change into women’s clothing On the contrary, you can see who is who in the eyebrows. The film is a typical American farce, with an exaggerated plot, but it is hilarious, and the appearance of several supporting actors also just shakes out their own burdens. In fairness, after the two blacks were restored to their "real bodies", the appearances of black suits, white shirts, and black ties were still very handsome and attractive, and the film also made the FBI no longer always be shown as insufficient success or failure. A satirical image that is more than enough. In the era of comedy, entertainment comes first.
Extended Reading
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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!