Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle Page #3

- I've got to prep.

Scrub up.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye.

See you in a minute.

It's just a tiny emergency.

Make yourself at home.

We'll talk later.

Go save lives.

Love you.

Head of gynecology?

Wait a second.

Bos? There's a waxer on your 6.

Is that you, Lord?

Get in there and see

if he uses pineapple Sex Wax.

Dylan, check it out.

I got sand in my ass.

I can't hardly walk.

Just blend in. Be cool, Bos.

Got any wax?

Great job, Bos.

Is that grape? It's grape.

It's grape!

Yes, sir!

Suspect four eliminated.

What's up, Angel?

- Madison Lee?

- Natalie Cook?

Oh, my God.

How did you know?

- I get the newsletter.

- Of course.

Wow. I've heard so many stories

about you. You're my favorite Angel.

She won the Nobel Prize for her

research on flying mammals.

And predicted Carmine DeSoto's every move...

...by using the Cosmo

Bedside Astrologer.

I also set the clock on Charlie's VCR.

And she invented the molar mike.

- Dylan and Alex?

- Yeah.

- God, how I miss stakeouts.

- I know. Aren't they the best?

Bring it on B*tch!

Only one waxer left.

Wait a second.

Subpatellar scar, left knee.

Check it out. Brown shorts, red board,

11 o'clock. What do you think?

- Yummy.

- That's what I thought.

Case closed. Nat, move in.

Dylan thinks he's hot.

What do you mean?

You always fall for the bad guy.

Then this guy must be really evil.

You should see the new agency.

It's beautiful.

Maybe I will. Tell Charlie hello

for me when you see him.

You know.

There she goes.

Who do you think will be

the first of us to leave?

You, me or Natalie?

- What are you talking about?

- I think it'll be Nat.

Why? Did she say something?

Nat and Pete live together now.

Soon they'll be engaged...

...and you and I will wear

pink dresses...

...at the wedding

of Mr. and Mrs. Pete Kominsky.

Yeah, but even if she got married,

she'd never leave us.

Sooner or later, you and I are gonna

have to break in a new Angel.

Good morning, Angels.

Good morning, Charlie.

- Good morning, Angels.

- Good morning, Charlie.

Good morning, Angels.

Good morning, Charlie.

I mean, you didn't think it would be

the three of us forever, did you?

I think I lost my nuts.

Your nuts ever get small?

When I get in water, they just shrink

up. They become like one marble.

Killer, huh?

I just got so excited.

When it's big like that,

I love to ride it hard and rough.

Sorry.

The way I was getting pounded,

I'm gonna be wet for hours.

Catch you later.

Randy Emmers.

- Pineapple Sex Wax.

- "The Coal Bowl."

Hey, check it out.

"Leo," that could be his next target.

This is it.

The Coal Bowl.

Let's get dirty.

- I'll buy in.

- I'll find Leo.

I'll look for Emmers.

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