Material Girls Page #6

Okay, come on, let's go.

Shoot!

- Ava, come on, this is nuts. Let's go.|- Hold on. Wait, wait.

Do you know how to pick a lock?

What you think I look like,|Ma, a gang banger?

(RICK CLEARS THROAT)

- Nice outfits.|- Rick?

- We're interning.|- Obviously, I mean, with those bags.

Your hair looks really nice today.

Maybe you could help us with something.

- In Tommy's office.|- All right. Let's just make it fast.

- Do you have a bobby pin?|- I do.

Thanks.

- How'd you learn that?|- I was a gang banger.

Just kidding.

But I did have my juvie moments.

All right.

I can't believe|I let you guys talk me into this.

You know, I could get arrested.|I could get fired.

This whole thing was her idea.

Look, I promise|you're not gonna get fired, okay.

In fact, whenever we're in charge again,|we're gonna promote you.

We're gonna make you|head of the whole parking lot.

Parking lot? Why do you think|I work in the parking lot?

Because you park our car.

- We don't have a parking attendant.|- Really?

I parked your car because I'm nice.

I'm a lab technician.

That is so cool.

Look, I'm glad you two lovebirds|are having so much fun over there.

Meanwhile, I just found all the files.

Look, Everdew Night Cream formulas,|lab analysis, test results.

And names and numbers|of all the people we tested.

Oh, my God. We gotta get out of here!|Come on.

What? Why?

Yo, wait! Hold on, stop!

Wait!

(DOGS BARKING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Why do we have dogs?

We got them last year|after all the break-ins.

We had break-ins?

You guys didn't pay any attention|to the business, did you?

- No, apparently not.|- No, kind of.

- I really like chemistry.|- Get out of here. So do I.

That's why I work down in the lab.

I love it. I've actually been filling out|all my applications...

- No way! Where?|- Okay! Hey!

While I can really appreciate|this whole exchange of sexual banter here,

there's dogs outside|that want to rip our faces off!

Yeah, let's go.

(BARKING)

TANZIE:
So, are we outside the fence now?|RICK: Yes. We're safe here.

Oh, good.

- Here, take this.|- What?

- RICK:
Okay, here, give me your bags.|- Don't drop that.

Hold up.

- Come on.|- These shoes rock!

I don't even feel like I'm gonna plummet|to my death at any moment.

Speak for yourself.

- RICK:
Okay, I'll go first.|- What? Go where first?

- Down there.|- No! Not into the trash.

- Rick, no!|- Tanzie, no. Wait.

Tanzie, I am serious!

- Do not! Do not!|- You can do it!

Just pretend you're diving in the ocean|in St. Bart's.

- No, I can't.|- This is so not St. Bart's.

- Come on, Tanzie.|- No!

You caught me. I guess that, like,|makes you my hero or something.

You bet.

(AVA SCREAMS)

- Get me out!|- Ava!

Get me out! Grab my hand!

Are you okay?

Whoa. Beam me up, huh?

I smell jasmine.

We have it piped in.

- I love Century City.|- The Marchettas are here.

- Please make yourselves comfortable.|- Thank you.

These are so ugly.

Velvet. Sweet.

Remember,|we have to speak her language.

Okay.

FABIELLA:
May I offer you some coffee?

Latte, espresso, cappuccino, mocha.

Caramel macchiato, chai tea?

I'd kill my first born|for a caramel macchiato.

Honey, if you knew my first born,|you'd kill him for a lot less than that.

- You?|- I'll take a chai tea.

- Janet, make it happen.|- Yes.

Now tell me. Tell me the truth.|Are you well?

Are you truly, truly well?

Because if you're not,

I have two of the most|"wunderbar" psychiatrists on my payroll,

and I'd be so pleased to lend you one.

Thanks.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

I'll have one of those expressos, Janet,|with the chocolate shavings.

It must be easy coming to the office|every day when you have a spa like this.

Yeah, this way no one can pack heat, huh?

(LAUGHING)

Just breathe. Relax.

Now, I know things have really|sucked bigtime for you lately, girls,

but all that's about to change.|I want your company.

I want you to make the deal.

You want to be a chemist? Be my chemist.

Go to any college you want.

You want to travel?

The ancient ruins of Pompeii.

The bronzed island boys|of Mustique await you.

Do it on my dime.

I want you girls|to be the face of my new line.

A line we create together.

But our reputations|have been completely ruined.

Oh, I'll clear his name.

I'll make your father a hero again.

Listen up.

My father, Morris Farbrinsky,|pulled himself up by his bootstraps

to become mattress king of Atlantic City.

Everybody called him a crook.

But his memory means everything to me.

- I know what you're going through.|- Thank you.

Oh, Tran, Bob. Hurrah.

Why don't you give the girls foot rubs?

Tran? Better yet,|why don't you massage Ava's temples?

Remember, girls. I can give you|everything you ever wanted.

(MOANS)

So, maybe Fabiella wasn't so bad after all.

- Ava!|- What?

I cannot believe you.

I mean, one temple rub and you...

Wait.

How psychic was she|about how much you liked those?

So she did her homework.

But that doesn't just mean|we're gonna give up and sell, right?

JK.

Well, you're gonna help me|go through these lists, right?

Yes. But if Dad did it, we sell.

And if he didn't, we fight!

Okay.

Out of the thousand tested,|153 people had adverse reactions.

- So I divided up all the phone numbers.|- Okay.

And now we start calling people.

Let's do this!

Hi, Dinah? Ava Marchetta.

Thank you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Actually, I was calling to talk to you|about your reactions

to the Everdew Night Cream.

You're sure your skin was fine after that?

Hi, Ava Marchetta.

I was just calling to speak with you|about our Everdew Night Cream.

Thank you very much.

Yes, thank you.

- INEZ:
What?|- That's another one.

She said her rash|was nothing like the story on TV.

- What?|- Tanzie, wake up. 92 through 103.

Thank you so much.|Okay, great. Thank you.

- Well?|- That was the last one.

That woman's doctor said|she had nothing but a rash.

This is crazy.

Not one person|had long-lasting side effects.

Where did Ned Nakamori|find all these victims for his story?

Teanne, no!

What did you do? Huh?

Oh, Razz. I love you so much.

- It's okay. It's okay.

(CHA TTERING ON TV)

TEANNE:
I deserve to die!

Don't die, baby. Don't die!

We have to get you to the hospital.

- Three-months' worth of birth control pills.

Oh, hey. What are you doing here?

Thought you were the pizza.

I brought you these.

And where's your sister?

I thought you two|were borderline Siamese.

I thought you didn't watch TV.

- It smells like beef in here.|- It's the "carnicera."

Is that why you came here?|To smell my office?

Ha ha.

So, interesting books you've got here.

What is this? Pleasure reading?

My sister works|for "The New York Review of Books."

So, she sends me the ones|with the funniest titles.

And, yes, I do read them. I like to read.

So, sister, huh?

That's something we have in common.

Yeah, it's probably about the only thing|we have in common.

Well, you're awfully quick to judge.

As much as I'm enjoying|your spontaneous attack

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