Beauty Shop Page #9

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Very SoHo-loftish.

I love it.

I guess I'm not doin' too bad,

you know,

'specially for a woman

who should be fallin' flat on her ass.

Ja. Well... about that,

you know, Gina, I want you to know

I'm truly sorry for my words.

I was speaking

from that angry place,

and I do not wish

to reside there anymore.

I mean, I wish no ill will

upon you or your shop or your peeps.

I mean, girlfriend,

you are doing it, ja?

Right?

It can't be easy, what with the overhead

and the paying of the fine

and the State Board coming by

at the worst times,

'cause believe me, baby, I've been there

and back to the other place.

And your point?

I just wanted to come by

to say that, you know,

if you ever need anything,

anything at all, lean on me.

When you're not strong,

I will be there, you know?

I mean, I am Jorge,

and there will always be

an open chair at Jorge's for Gina, ja?

Well, thanks, Jorge.

That means a lot comin' from you.

But I don't think

I'm gonna be needin' that.

Okay, well, fair enough.

Ciao Wiederseheh

Congratulations on the twins,

but I see that they are not identical.

- What the hell did he want?

- He came over to hate.

He's just jealous.

- Who was that?

- That was the infamous Jorge.

Got some nice shoes, though.

You got some issues.

- Gina, who's your girl?

- You are.

Yes. And who, when asked

to make something happen,

is making something happen?

- You again?

- Correct.

And who was it

that talked up your conditioner

to the head of marketing

for CoverGirl's line of boutique products?

And why do they

want to meet with you?

- Don't play with me. I can't take it.

- I'm serious.

They wanna meet with you,

fly you to New York, talk some business.

They wanna fly me

to New York? Me?!

Oh, my God!

- What?

- Thank you, Joanne!

- What's up?

- Oh, my God! Thank you!

Oh, my God!

CoverGirl

"CoverGirl" is interested in my conditioner.

I can't believe it!

- You talkin' about that hair crack?

- Yes, I'm talkin' about the ha...

They can call it whatever they want,

as long as they sell it.

You hear me?

I feel like I just won the lottery.

That's great, it's brilliant.

Why don't you feel

like takin' us out to celebrate?

- Oh, yeah, man.

- I think I can do that.

We got to toast on this somewhere.

I can't drink, but I sure can eat

Cosmopolitan cheesecake!

Tonight we goin' out and we celebratin'.

We are gettin' it on, we gettin' tipsy...

Go on. Go sit your butt down.

We goin' out tonight! We partyin'!

Joanne, please.

- Hey, Joe.

- Hey, little one.

Guess what? CoverGirl

might buy my mom's conditioner.

So her and the girls

are goin' out tonight to celebrate.

Thought maybe you'd wanna come

and meet them there?

I'm not sure she wants me there.

But tell your mom I said congratulations.

That's great news.

- Talk to you later.

- Keep practicing.

Hey, baby.

- Look at that girl over there.

- For real.

Girl, if I wasn't married, pregnant,

and my feet didn't hurt,

I'd get with one

of these little chocolate kisses.

Yup. I can definitely see

why they call it Happy Hour!

Please, honey, Happy Hour

ended a long time ago.

- It is Get Crunked Hour, okay?

- All right.

Okay, ladies... and James,

I just want to say thank you so much

for hangin' in there with me, y'all.

You thought you wanted a Jorge's,

but you belong right here

in the 'hood with us.

- A'ight?

- Right. You ain't lyin'.

I ain't gonna front. When I met y'all

at Miss Angeline's that mornin',

I thought I was in for the worst.

- What?

- And that's what I got.

Until them two birds left the shop,

and then I had the best!

All right, we'll toast to that.

Ah, yes, yes, I do.

To Gina.

Sistah, you are an inspiration.

"Whether it's the arch o' your back

or the sun o' your smile,

"the ride o' your breasts

or the grace o' your style.

"You are and always will be

a woman phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman!"

That's you.

Yes, it is.

Congratulations, Gina.

Would you like to dance?

What are you doing here?

Asking you to dance.

Now, please, say yes so it can look

like I have a little bit of game.

- Okay.

- Oh, my God, girl!

- I wanna get tribal with y'all.

- That was like 1989.

Okay, hand me the scissor.

So, Lynn...

You wanna move a little somethin'?

Move what?

He askin' you to dance, crazy girl.

I thought he wanted me

to move some chairs or somethin'!

- Sure.

- All right, go have fun.

- Go ahead.

- Go on, now.

Her gonna need

some scissor, for real.

Did you see that?

Did you see that?

All these beautiful black girls

and he goes straight for the white girl.

I'm tellin' you, MTV is the devil.

Girl, what is wrong with you?

Okay, who gives a damn?

The boy is gayer than Peter Pan

on a pair o' ice skates.

Okay, you know what?

- She dropped it like it's hot!

- Oh, damn!

- I think we're bein' outdone.

- What? You think?

- What?!

- James is gay, all right.

He happier than hell!

- Girls...

- Yeah, let's go.

- I see somethin' I need. Come on, now.

- I'ma show her how you really do that.

Come on.

This goes out to my girl Gina

Some old school

Chicago steppin' music. Girl

- That's my song.

- Come on.

Is this your family?

My happily married sister

and her two kids.

They live in France.

Well, what about a wife and kids?

That never happen for you?

Many things

never happened for me.

And many things have.

I don't think I'm really...

You just played

the most beautiful chord ever.

- Pass the ball!

- Oh, really?

Come on, man, pass the ball!

Gotta make sure you arrive safely.

Oh, my goodness.

That's it.

A case of my future

is on its way to CoverGirl

Okay, now, listen. If they call you

and they need some more...

No, Gina. This is more than enough.

- Let's not get frantic, okay?

- Okay.

Come on, stop doin' that.

Could you carry this to my car for me?

It's just outside.

- Yeah, I'll take it.

- Thanks.

Firm.

Excuse me, Joanne.

Would you mind

not doing that anymore?

Doing what?

You know, the whole

smacking-on-the-butt thing.

James and I are kinda,

you know, hanging out now.

I didn't know you guys were...

Yes, we are.

So, you understand.

Yeah, I understand...

...that you're afraid

of a little competition.

What's the matter, Lynn?

You afraid James might grow tired

of your wannabe-black girl routine

and fall for somethin' real, like me?

Real?

Since when are two air bags

for breasts real, Joanne?

Maybe on my daddy's Chevy

they's real,

but on you,

they's just... ridiculous.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Yeah, but I think I shouldn't have.

Yeah, but you did.

And I think what my girl

is sayin' is that she wants you

and your tetherball titties

to leave her man alone, all right?

Okay, Little Miss Hip-Hop,

I think I was speaking to Lynn.

White girl gone crazy.

What did you say to me?

Little Miss Hip-Hop?

- I will hip-hop my foot up...

- She threatened me.

- Did you hear that, Gina?

- Yeah, I heard all y'all.

I'm the client.

She should be fired. Right now!

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