Miss is not white at all

Adelbert 2021-11-18 08:01:29

The exaggerated expressions of black people and the voices of the lines that black people utter as raps are the laughing points of the movie. At the same time, they made a lot of jokes from the perspective of men: for example, posing as the protected person, the two protagonists appeared in the hotel as white women, were molested by the passing men, and the two began to curse the passing men with their male speech. These jokes are reasonable, but a bit funny.

In fact, the jokes are still the points that will be stamped in the common will, and I don't feel that I can't laugh if I don't understand. Among them, I didn't expect to explain the so-called different points of the little sisters not to please men and not to use their bodies in exchange for men's so-called distinctiveness. The irony is that after knowing that the white woman who admires is actually a black man, the same black man, from the fool who is willing to block the bullet for love to fall in love after being shot to learn the truth, push away the love object and invest in a new one. Transformation in the arms of white women. How to put it, there is a feeling of "being born from the same root, and looking at each other from the opposite side".

Roughly regarded as a successful movie. The unsuccessful point is probably that the actors' acting skills are not very good, and the final ending is also average.

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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!