Legally Blondes

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Come on, Annie.

Don't be such a slowcoach.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Excuse me. So sorry.

- Excuse us.

- Slow down, Izzy.

We're shopping, not playing a rugby match.

There's Iess bruising in rugby, Annie.

We're talking summer clearance.

Things can get a bit brutal.

I reckon it's worth it.

Imagine, summer clothes all year round.

No more jumpers and wellies for us.

And I've heard that in LA,

we'll only need these to block out the sun.

The sun? Living in this country,

you wouldn't know there was a sun.

Sale!

Blast! Some twit put this on the wrong rail.

It's not half-price.

Blonde rule number one.

Pink Iooks good with anything.

Blonde rule number two.

Never pay retail.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Flip.

- And wave.

Excuse me.

- Yes?

- Nigel.

Such a regal name.

But this garment

seems to be hung incorrectly.

- It was on the half-price rail.

- Oh.

I do hope we can make right

what is clearly an injustice.

Brilliant! You're a natural barrister, Izzy.

Even I almost bought your argument.

I don't argue, Annie. I persuade.

MR. WOODS:

Have you Iovelies finished packing?

Almost!

Annie, I can't believe we're Ieaving

for cousin EIIe's tomorrow.

There. Everything color-coded.

Me, too. This box is Iabeled...

Pink.

I miss Mum, Izzy.

I can't believe it's been two years

since we Iost her.

I miss Mum, too, Annie.

I wonder how we'll get on in California.

Things have been so gray in this flat

since Mum died.

I hope the sunny climate

will help Dad move on.

And up. He'll be running the entire

LAU English Department in no time.

Talking behind my back, are we?

No, we're just excited for the move.

Look, I know this move isn't easy.

And I appreciate your support.

It'll be fun. We'll see movie stars,

drink those mocha-Iatte-ccinos,

and get authentic Beverly Hills nose jobs.

- What?

- Just joking, Dad.

I'm partial to the English nose I have,

thank you very much.

Me, too. On both of you.

And have no fear.

The Woods team will fit in the LA Iifestyle

Iike fish fit with chips.

This is my Iife

I'm on my own

Don't need anyone

To guide me down the road

I'm finding out who

Yeah, who I wanna be

This is me

This is my Iife

I'm in control

Moving so fast

To where I wanna go

I'm shouting out

Who, yeah, who do you see?

MR. WOODS:
Wow, Iook at that!

These are houses?

Are you sure

this is the way to EIIe's house?

MR. WOODS:
Those Yanks Iove their horns,

don't they?

Anyway, girls,

I start teaching tomorrow at university

just a mile

from EIIe's Hollywood Hills mansion.

Wow, Izzy, Beverly Hills

sure is different from back home.

Look at these cars.

Speaking of cars, tell us again

why we shipped in our Mini

from across the pond?

What? She's a peach.

Wrong side of the road, Dad!

Wrong side of the road!

AII right.

I'll have to try to remember that.

MR. WOODS:
Here we are, girls!

It's a palace.

Welcome to your new home, girls.

My, this place is awfully pink.

So, it is quite a step up

from the old, musty flat back home, eh?

This is a step up from Buckingham Palace.

Best of all, it doesn't cost a penny.

Cousin EIIe spends most of her time

back in DC, Iobbying.

So she's Iet us, for now, squat here.

Take it over.

- It's Iike a dream.

- Oh, I suppose I can get used to it.

Do you think you could get used to this?

EIIe has quite the view, eh?

Can it get any better?

That sounds Iike Bruiser.

Bruiser! Times two.

They're so sweet.

Hello, pretty boys. Hey.

Oh, Iook. From cousin EIIe.

"Dear Isabelle and Annabelle,

"sorry I couldn't be there to greet you,

"but Bruiser's Iittle nephews,

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