Long-lasting movie

Janiya 2021-11-18 08:01:29

This video was recommended by a colleague. After many years, today is 2014. I watched it again.
It looks good, it looks really good.

I still remember that the first act left me an unforgettable impression. The two fbi costumes are shocking, so powerful, and the United States is really advanced in technology! I can't help feeling that I have been seriously feeling the energy this movie brings to me.

The relationship between Marcus and Gina allowed Marcus to grow up through the daughter of the soap tycoon. He knew what a woman thought, what he didn't understand, and saw how much his wife loved him. It also made me understand that men and women are always different.

The two fbi costumes, because they are men, they know men too well, know what every action of a man represents and what they think in their hearts, which is very interesting, and at the same time understand how to make men disgusting.

Accepting the friends of two girls through casual clothes, let me see that getting along with a girlfriend, it should be said that getting along with anyone should help each other grow and make others proud of having such a friend is the secret recipe for maintaining a long-lasting friendship.

Fate, I think it is to make your eyes shine.

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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!