Blonde and Blonder Page #3

Give it a try.

Oh, God, no. That's a hard act to

follow, I couldn't do that.

You can, I will talk you through it.

Okay? Yeah, do it.

Okay.

I'll start the music again.

Okay. Hey.

(Dawn) Start with

the kicks.

Oh, sh*t. Well, sorry.

Just, just, um.

Okay. And a one,

and a two and a three.

Flashdance! Flashdance!

And perfect, oh!

Now one, two,

kick, kick those legs!

Kick it!

Oh my God.

Look at you.

You're so good.

Big finish!

Big finish!

Big finish?

Okay, big finish.

Big finish!

[whispers] Jazz hands.

[whispers] Jazz hands.

[whispers and chuckles]

That's so good.

You are a natural.

"Natural", my ass.

I didn't train in 8 years for that.

A lot of good it did me.

Because, how many jobs really ask you

to do the splits? Zippo.

Were you a dancer?

Gymnast. I tried out for the

National Park Olympics,

I placed 90th.

[gasps] What happened?

Discovered boys.

It was a lot more fun.

Because the guys really do

dig my backbends,

so maybe it wasn't a total waste.

A waste? With your talent, honey, you're

gonna make us stars!

Oh my God.

At last!

(Dee) The first

thing we do is

We do that by getting your first gig.

[gasps] Oh, look at this!

"Looking for dancers

at the Beaver Patch Lounge"

That sounds like a nice family show.

Yeah, with animals.

Like Doctor Doolittle.

Yeah.

You're going for this audition

and you'll get it.

With me,

you can't lose.

You think?

You know what they say, "Great minds do."

That's right.

I'm so excited.

"Beaver Patch Lounge" that sounds

like a great place to work.

Alright.

While transporting an alleged perpetrator

in the car,

someone passed some very nasty gas.

And you denied being the guilty party

and blamed the suspect,

Agent Campbell,

was it not in fact you,

who cut the cheese?

No.

Ha!

Damn!

This machine is good.

Alright, alright. It-- it's my turn now.

It's my turn. Okay.

Last fall, someone stole a donut,

off of my desk.

They took a bite,

and they put it back.

Was that in fact you,

Agent Gardenia?

No.

He, he.

Aw.

Okay, thi-- this machine

has got to be wacko.

Let's do one more round,

I'll give you, uh, uh,

five to one odds on this.

Hey.

I got a new job for you guys.

What's up,

boss?

Rimoli blew his cover

as protected witness.

He's running a joint called "The

Beaver Patch Lounge."

Until I can convince him to take on a new

identity and relocate,

I want you two to shadow him. Make

sure nobody wacks him.

Leave it to us, boss. No one will get

near him with us watching.

For the past several months

somebody's been writing unflattering

things about me

in the bathroom stalls.

Really?

Now, would that be you?

Or you?

Me? No. I-- I-- can assure you, sir,

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