Beauty Shop Page #3

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...out.

- Shampooer.

I guess.

So don't forget you gotta drink

a lot of water, take those vitamins,

and come on back next week.

Let me give you

another treatment, okay?

Thank you, Gina.

Your cream has just saved my hair.

- Oh, Terri, come on.

- Thank you.

Take care now. Have fun!

- You're so sweet!

- Don't stress!

Hello, shampooing girl.

Have you gone cuckoo clock in the head?

I don't remember saying

you could leave the shampooing area.

You are the shampooing girl.

You should be shampooing, no?

Lynn! Girl, you got

some skills on you!

Look at this. This is great!

- I hope I didn't get her in trouble.

- I hope not.

So, this is not the way

we do things here at Jorge's, ja?

Look, I know

it wasn't proper protocol,

but you were gone,

and I was busy and Lynn...

Look, Lynn has her license.

So I just told her to take a shot.

So you told her to take a shot.

Yeah.

And she dunked it.

I don't care

if she dunked it, alley-ooped it,

touch-downed it, or any

of your other little street colloquialisms.

You don't get to give shots

here at Jorge's, okay?

I give the shots...

unless you're diabetic.

Right? The stylists here, they work

for me, they don't work for you.

So if you wish

to continue working here,

I suggest that you

get with the program

and you give me

some proper respect, ja?

I showed you the proper respect

when I took care of your client

while you took a Pilates class.

So you wish to altercate with me?

You have no idea

what I wish to do with you.

You know, you act

like you own me or something.

Gina, Gina, of course I do.

Without me, you would be

back in Chicago, baby,

washing hair

in your mama's kitchen.

Now you wanna talk

about my mama?

So do I own you?

Technically,

as in "have papers on you"? No.

Get your fingers out my face.

I've given you the lifestyle

that you have grown accustomed to.

Get your fingers out my face.

And, like all things, what Jorge giveth,

Jorge can also taketh away.

You know what, Jorge?

I don't need a damn thing from you.

You hear me?

And you cannot "taketh"

anything away from me.

You know, matter of fact,

I giveth it back. I quit.

- Oh, you quit?

- Yeah. I don't need this.

Shoot. I quit.

Outta here.

Snatch my picture off the wall.

Everybody knows I am the sh*t

all up and through Jorge's.

And what's up

with the K-Mart thing, huh?

Is it 'cause I'm black?

Is it 'cause I'm black?

'Cause I'm black?!

Let me tell you something, baby.

You're nothing without me.

You're going to fall flat on your ass,

I promise you that.

Well, I got a little cushion.

You wanna kiss it?

I didn't think so!

- What you doin' up?

- Can't sleep.

I miss him.

- So do I.

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