Miss, you are so white

Scarlett 2021-11-18 08:01:29

? The seventh movie. Laughing with Miss Gillian all afternoon.

The Chinese characters are really extensive and profound, and the translated title "Miss So White" is far more playful than the original title "White chicks". Those who call "Miss" are not "Miss", and those who say "So white" are not white. (Spoiler here) The film tells a series of embarrassing events caused by two black FBI women posing as rich women to replace the original white ladies. The film ends with three young women willing to make friends with the black FBI, expressing the director The beautiful longing for black and white people to live in harmony.

What impressed me most in the play was that the wife of the married black FBI accurately calculated the distance and time to force the bridge section of the black man’s whereabouts. Is it terrible to have a wife with super mathematical ability?

Fortunately, Miss Gillian must use a calculator for addition and subtraction within 10, fortunately.

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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!