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and I told her to make me look like J-Lo.

And then that fricking Russian toad

made me look...

like Liza Minnelli or something.

Oh, my God! I'm going to have a B.F.

Wait. What's a B.F.?

She's going to have a b*tch fit!

- You better get out of here.

- I am going to call your boss.

- You don't have to do that.

- No, I'll call the owner of the company.

Come on, just take it easy.

Look, we can work this out.

- I'm going to write a letter.

- No.

Please don't write a letter.

Look, just calm down.

You guys just stay here.

Stay here the whole weekend.

Do whatever you want. But whatever you do,

do not leave this room.

Don't leave this room, because if you do,

everyone's gonna see those hideous scars.

Scar?

- My God! Permanent damage.

- My life is over.

If I lose this job with these good

benefits, Gina's gonna kill me.

- Well?

- They won't go.

- What do you mean, they won't go?

- They won't go.

Marcus, this weekend in the Hamptons

means everything for these girls.

They won't show up with a scratched-up

nose and a busted lip for nobody.

That's cool.

What are you doing?

I'm just going to kill myself before

the Chief does.

- Bye-bye, Kevin.

- Come on.

Don't do that. Stop being ridiculous.

I'm not being ridiculous.

You heard the man.

One more screw-up, and we're through.

- I know, man.

- See? That's probably him right now.

Hey, what's up, Chief?

There's something me and Kevin

want to tell you.

Yeah, Chief? Hey.

Me and Marcus just wanted to thank you

for the opportunity, man.

No, we didn't.

Yeah, we really appreciate it.

They wanted to stop off

and get something to eat.

He's lying to...

Two, three hours max.

Trust me.

If I don't have them there in three hours,

I'll cut them off and mail them to you myself.

- All right, take care. Bye.

- He lied, Chief.

Why did you do that? You know them girls

aren't going to be there.

They'll be there.

Hey, Josh.

How'd you like to be part of the team?

Where are the white women at?

Let's do this.

He's right. Make them bigger.

Chief. They're here.

Chief. They're here.

All right, the girls are yours.

Stick with them. Don't blow your cover.

Yes, sir.

- Are you sure this is going to work?

- Just trust me. Follow my lead.

What's up, money? You got a problem?

What you looking at my ass for?

No, yo, hold my poodle.

What's up? Y'all got a problem?

Y'all want some of this?

You want some of this, punk? What, boy?

- I'll take the both of you.

- Cut it out.

- He was looking at my ass like I'm a girl.

- You are a girl!

And you better start acting like one

or you're going to be an unemployed girl.

Damn. I'd sure like to cut that cake.

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