Material Girls Page #9

"They always gouge you in the end."

I'm missing courtside Lakers for this.

This better be good.

Why don't we just all take a seat?

- And we'll get started.|- I'll stand.

I'll sit.

Tommy, you told us all along|that we needed proof

to convince the stockholders|to believe in us, and you were right.

Our father changed the Everdew formula|after the initial tests.

He took out the isopropyl lanolate.

Which we chem nerds know|can cause irritation.

Girls, I'm absolutely enthralled|by the chemistry tutorial,

but I'm not quite sure I see the point.

We tracked down one of the victims.

The woman that we found wasn't scarred|by Everdew Night Cream.

She was born with a skin disease.|She lied.

AVA:
And we found her with perfect skin,

thanks to the plastic surgeries|that Marchetta paid for.

Wait a minute.|How come I didn't know about this?

Why didn't you explain this to us,|Katzenbach?

What? This is the first I've heard of it.

Well, this has been quite a hoot, girls,|but I've got a company to run.

When you're ready to talk merging,|I'll take your call.

Hold it!

We also found the canceled checks|from all of the surgeries,

paid for out of our personal accounts.

No wonder we were overdrawn, Craig.

We also found the anonymous package|sent to Ned Nakamori.

It came from you, Fabiella.

You don't think I'm so desperate|for this company that I'd plant evidence?

Fabiella, don't say one more word.

You're right. Someone did plant evidence.

- But it wasn't Fabiella.|- It wasn't?

Ask yourself this, Nelson.

Who would have access|to all of the Everdew test results,

or access to our personal bank accounts?

Tommy, our trustee.

- What?|- What? What?

The messenger slip you signed.|You put the Marchetta zip code.

In your handwriting.

Girls, you know I'd never...

Can it, Katzenbach. You set me up.

You said you could get me Marchetta|on the cheap.

And I said, "Spare me the details|and make it happen."

So what? I'm a little bit of a criminal,|but, hey, it's business.

Daddy didn't leave you his company,|so you decide to steal it?

You devalued our stock|and you framed Fabiella.

You'll be facing some|major SEC violations, Mr. Katzenbach.

Katzenbach, you wannabe player.

Trying to step to these babies|like a cheap soothsayer.

But you've been kicked to the curb,|and your time is up.

So, you gonna find yourself begging|with a little tin cup.

All right! So what?

You girls would have been set for life!

I built this company, too, you know?

Is it my fault that|I'm not some genius chemist

makeup man|that all the babes are hot for?

(GROANS)

Bravo, girls. You deserve your company.

Round one to you. I'm impressed.|You may be heavyweights yet.

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Oh, my...

Chairman Tweeney,|I hope I'm not overstepping my bounds

in asking to fire Mr. Katzenbach.

- Fire?|- Effective immediately.

Not at all, Ms. Marchetta.

Sweeties? Have a little simphatico, huh?

All I ever wanted|was an office in Century City.

Your attorney's here, and Mic's on line 1.

I'm sure he's looking for a job|now that he's been killed off "Long Island."

Take a message,|and also these have all been approved.

Thanks, Jaden.

- Hey, sexy.|- Hey, Counselor.

Did I ever tell you|you look so great in Men's Wearhouse?

Come on, it's Nordstrom's. Sales rack.

More carotene oil.|We want nourishment with staying power.

I'm going like baby's-butt softness here.|And affordability.

- Good call, freshman.|- Thank you.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Good night.

- Good night, Mama.|- Good night, Mama.

- You caught me.|- You bet.

That's not me.

- A VA:
I'm looking at you on the patio.|- Duck!

I don't know what you're talking about.

- That's not me.|- WOMAN: Run!

- Give me that!|- Why don't you go open the window?

If the smoke bothers you so much|then maybe you can...

(LAUGHING)

I could taste it all in there.

Sorry. Don't do that.

MAN:
All in... All in favor...

- WOMAN:
All in favor of bringing...|- All in favor...

(LAUGHING)

You told me|you could get Marchetta on the cheap.

And I said, "Spare me the details.

"Go ahead. Do it. Make my day."

But you been kicked to the curb.|Your time is up.

And I even forgot my line.|So whassup, whassup, whassup?

- WOMEN:
Exfoliation.|- Exfoliation.

Yes! Now, LaFonda. LaFonda!

- I need something fine but grainy...|- Oh, I got a bagel in my bra.

- Just give me a minute.|- I can't look at your face.

Something fine but grainy.

Oh! I got a chunky|peanut butter sandwich in my bra.

- Just give me a minute.|- No, my gosh.

I got a tube of toothpaste in my bra.|Just give me a minute.

That's okay.

Something fine and grainy...

I got a jar of maraschino cherries|in my bra,

if you just give me a minute.

No, that's okay.

(LAUGHING)

Would you just grow up, for God's sakes?

(ENGINE CLUNKING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

- This skin show's disgusting! Stop!|- I find it comforting.

Well..

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