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and I'm looking for a job.

And where have you danced?

At home, mostly. But I can move.

Okay, give your name

and number to Sean

and he'll let you know when

we're having our next audition.

When will that be, exactly?

Sean?

- Honey! Where the hell is Nikki?

- I don't know. She's late again.

Oh, I'm never late. Ever.

Alright, that's great.

Listen darling, we're trying

to put on a show here, okay.

So maybe come back another time.

I've just never seen anything

like this before.

I need a job and I wanna work here.

Great enthusiasm,

terrible timing, alright.

So leave your name and

your number with Jack,

your friend downstairs, okay.

And we'll call you. Okay? Promise.

Hey, can you fix this for me?

Let's move it, ladies!

- Hello.

- Oh, my God. Nikki.

You know, you're probably not

gonna believe this...

...but Sean and I were just talking

about you, and he said...

I said, "It's so sad that Nikki

couldn't join us for

the opening number...

..but it would be so great if she stop

by and joined us for the next one."

Paws and claws.

Took longer than I thought.

And so is finding a new job

when I fire you, late ass.

Yeah, right.

- Get ready.

- Yeah.

Hey. Bring me a Martini.

Extra dry, straight up, three olives.

- And hurry back.

- She doesn't work here, Nikki.

Well, then she's not busy.

Twenty minutes and we're back.

Did your mama ever tell you

it's not polite to stare?

You're just so damn beautiful, I-

Well, in that case, screw your mama

and stare away.

No one would ever know.

Know what?

That you're a dude.

- God.

- Can I use this?

Goddamn it! Don't touch my stuff!

Hey, waitress!

Sweetheart? Hey, over here.

One second.

Yo!

- Ladies?

- I'll have a vodka.

What can I get you?

One shot of Patrn...

...and tough guy with the hat

over there, he wants a Cosmo.

- What are you doing?

- One night.

If I'm not 20 times better

than b*obs-for-brains,

you don't have to pay me.

A kiss on the hand may be

quite continental

But diamonds

are a girl's best friend

A kiss may be grand-

Isn't that the girl that was

backstage just a moment?

I think so.

Hey, Jack, what's she doing here?

She really wanted a job.

And so she is our new waitress.

And when did I make you

Head of Personnel?

She just picked up a tray,

started working.

- Really?

- Well, her name is Ali.

Ali.

Hey, Ali.

Look, this is cute, but come on.

Push up those b*obs.

Got them, show them. Work them.

And don't ever

go behind my back again.

- Yes, ma'am.

- And don't ever call me ma'am again.

- Yes, sir. I mean ma'am. I mean Tess.

- Get on the floor.

"Ma'am"?

What am I, my mother?

Yes, ma'am.

Up yours.

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