Material Girls Page #3

Synopsis: The silver spoon daughters of the late cosmetics empire founder Victor Marchetta, Avan and Tanzie, never even took an interest in the business, happy to let it be run by their and the firm's administrator, Tommy Katzenbach, while they lead socialite lives, aiming at a marriage with soap star Mic Rionn. Suddenly a scandal wrecks the firm's stock and their family reputation. Their credit cards are canceled, one of them torches the mansion, the other hands their sports-car to a thief mistaken for a parking valet. So they end up living with their Latina former cleaning lady. Help to investigate whether the firm is really best sold to competitor Fabiella, as Tommy claims, comes from hunky lab technician Rick, whom the previously mistook for the inexistent firm parking lot attendant, and Henry Baines, whose free law for the poor charity they didn't even consider for sponsoring.
Director(s): Martha Coolidge
Production: MGM/UA
  1 win & 4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
3.9
Metacritic:
17
Rotten Tomatoes:
4%
PG
Year:
2006
98 min
$11,337,251
Website
642 Views


I didn't approve this spot.

... it appears the founder, Victor Marchetta,

shocking and permanent side effects.

- What's going on?|- Somebody!

the Marchetta Everdew Night Cream...

(ALL MUTTERING)

A VA:
Somebody, turn it off.

A VA:
Excuse me, turn it off. Sit down!

(ALL CLAMORING)

your gift bag before you leave?

Come on, come on! Hurry up!|Come on, come on, come on, let's go!

- Stop looking at that.|- This is bad! The stock's gonna plummet!

- I can see the headlines!|- Don't quote them!

What's gonna happen with the company?

Go home. Take it easy.|Don't say anything to anybody.

I'll take care of everything. Here. Go!

What are we supposed to do,|just go home and sit there?

Eat something. Go!

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

gone out of business from similar scandals.

we have very few answers

the chilling images, one thing is certain.

most celebrated socialites...

...life is about to change.

- What are we...|- Ava, this is so weird. We're here all alone.

Stop creeping me out.

Well, how do regular people|deal with this?

They get pets.

I'm getting a tension headache.

Where's a spa when you need one?

AVA:
This stuff smells so good.

I mixed rose water with tea tree oil|and avocados. It's very invigorating.

- You're good at this stuff, just like Daddy.|- Thanks.

You're lucky you have a real skill.|Unlike "moi."

- Ava!|- What?

- You have skills. Tons of them.|- Like?

Like commanding a room, for one.

You can get people to do anything for you.

- I think one day you could run Marchetta.|- Don't say Marchetta.

I never want to hear|about that company again.

You know, I don't think|Dad did anything wrong.

Maybe in a couple of days|this will all just die down.

Yeah, maybe. That feels so great.

There's nothing I love better|than getting my temples rubbed.

Except new shoes.

(THUDDING)

What was that?

(PROTESTORS SHOUTING)

(BOTH GASPING)

MAN:
There they are!

People. They're throwing things up here.

AVA:
So much for this dying down.

I'm never gonna get into a college now.

Not everything is always about you,|Tanzie.

No, it never is!|Unless it's you telling me what to do, Ava!

All I do is try to help you!|And you know what?

- Sometimes it gets so annoying!|- TANZIE: You know what?

Don't even give me that|older-sister martyr act, okay?

- Ava!|- What?

- Ava!|- What?

- I don't wanna hear it, okay?|- Ew. Stop it!

Why don't you just go open a window|if the smoke bothers you so much?

And then you can see|how much everybody loves us.

- Stop it. Stop smoking! Stop, stop!|- Tanzie!

Shut up for a second! Oh, my...

- What did you do?|- Why'd you have to smoke?

You're the one who grabbed it|out of my hand.

Smother it!

Ava!

- Do something about this. I don't do this!|- I don't know.

- I don't know how to put it out!|- I don't know how!

Oh, Daddy's watch!

- My dress! Hurry, get out!|- Daddy's TiVo!

TANZIE:
Call 911.

Fire!

(BOTH YELLING)

Come on!

(SCREAMING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

Go!

Hi. We need a suite.

And can you have the room service people|send up two orders

of your wasabi mashed potatoes|as soon as possible?

- We are in serious need of comfort food.|- Right away.

Mic still isn't answering.|Neither is Tommy.

So sorry.|Your credit card has been declined.

What? No.|This is a corporate platinum card.

It has no limit. Try it again.

- It appears your account's been closed.|- What?

Hey! What are you doing? Stop!|You know what?

I'm gonna take those scissors,

and I'm gonna|cut off your summer 2003 bangs!

- You little nasty little hotel troll!|- We are inside a hotel.

Okay. Everyone is staring at us.

Please, let's just go.|I just wanna get out of here.

- CRAIG:
Hello.|- Craig!

What the hell is wrong|with our credit cards?

(CRAIG LAUGHING)

I had to cancel all your cards.

- The company's in trouble.

Everything's leveraged to the hilt.|"That means no credit cards, no cash," nada.

- Hey, can you hold on a sec?

I'm trying to swing myself...

...on the back of Tiger Woods cart.

Craig, if you put us on hold,|I'm gonna come over to that golf course,

and I'm gonna tee off on your face! Craig!

board meeting set for tomorrow at 4:00.

And wish me luck with Tiger Woods.

I will not wish you luck with Tiger Woods!

- Ava!|- Come on.

Let's call Inez.

Turn around.

Man, we gotta get a better ride.

We can't be rolling up to the clubs|in a hoopty.

I know, man. I feel you.|Got what you got, you know?

JOEL:
Yeah.

(MUSIC PLA YING ON CAR STEREO)

- Hello, ladies. Let me help you with that.|- Thanks.

The keys are inside, okay?|Just try to be careful.

Thank you.

Let's go, man. Now.

At least it has valet.

ON CAR STEREO)

I'm rich.

(DOG BARKING)

(EX CLAIMS)

Inez.

Girls.

I'm so glad you're here. Look at you both.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

I'm so glad you're here.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Considering we went from Tiffany's|to Target in one single night.

I make some tea.

Are you sure you have room for the two|"idiosos" that burnt down their house?

"Idiotas." And you are not "idiotas."|Here, let me help you with those.

I always have room for you two here,|my babies.

- You can stay in my daughters' bedroom.|- TANZIE: You have a daughter?

Yeah. I have two.|They live with my mother in Colombia.

- Nezy, how come you never told us that?|- Because you never asked. "Caliente."

Well, why don't they live here with you?

Have you ever heard|of post-9/11 immigration delays?

The "terroristas" have won.|Okay, girls. Come on. Let's go to sleep.

It's very late. It's almost 2:00.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

You're gonna feel very comfortable here.

Let me fix this for you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Good night.

(SIGHS)

It's so weird not being at home.

It feels weird not having a home.

Ava, why does all this stuff|look so familiar?

'Cause it used to be ours.

Daddy must have given it to her.|I didn't even recognize it at first.

My puppy sticker collection is still here.

My popcorn scratch-and-sniff!

(SNIFFS)

It still smells like popcorn.

I feel like Daddy's still alive,|and he's just gonna come and save us.

Well, he's not.

And Mic's still not answering his cell!|His battery must have died.

That's really not important right now, Ava.

I'm announcing|my engagement tomorrow!

My life is not ending just because Dad|screwed up some dumb Everdew formula!

What?

I'm never talking to you ever again.

Fine.

Who's gonna get the light, Ava?

Okay. Time to wake up.

- Thank you.|- You're welcome.

And here. Practice your Spanish.

I am so glad I rescued my dress.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

To have lost it would have been a tragedy.

Tell me about it.

I have no idea what I'm gonna wear|to the party. I have no clothes!

Yes, you do!

I still have the hand-me-downs|you gave me for the church drive.

There are not too many homeless|that are size 2, anyway.

Okay. I'm done here. I'm leaving.

- Where are you going?|- Yogalates.

And then I'm off to Sassy Maids|to see if they'll take me back

after all these years.|Some of us have to work for a living.

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