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-Get your hands off of me!

-Let's go.

-Hey, easy!

-Right this way, girls.

What the hell you guys doing

with the Wilson sisters?

-Chief, these aren't the Wilson sisters.

-No, sir.

Chief, check this out.

My God! What are you doing?

-That's on there pretty good.

-Let her go.

That's nothing, Chief.

How about....

-Those are nice.

-That's enough!

l don't know how he did that...

but you can't fake these.

My God! Look who's here.

lt's that beautiful--

Save it!

Because of you, l had to suspend

two of my best agents!

-Chief, l can explain.

-l don't want to hear it!

You're just lucky we caught Burton

before he could strike.

But Burton is not our guy!

Let me guess:
Women's intuition?

You're both fired.

Turn in your guns and your badges.

This operation is over!

-Come on, Chief! You can't fire us.

-l just did.

Forget him, Marcus. We can do this ourself.

-Look, all we got to do is--

-Wait.

''We''? Kevin, this ain't about ''we.''

lt's never been. lt's about you.

You come up with some stupid idea

and l'm dumb enough to go along with it.

And look where it's gotten me, Kevin.

l just lost my wife and my job

because of you.

So don't tell me about ''we'' no more,

all right?

They bought it. The FBl is packing up.

They'll be out of our hair in a couple hours.

We could make the grab tonight.

You sure you and your friend

can get the job done?

Would l let you down, Mr. V?

-Hey, man. l just want to say sorry.

-Forget about it, dude.

No. You're right. You're absolutely right.

l've been selfish.

l'm always dragging you into everything.

l never even asked what you want to do.

l don't know, there's something about

always having you around, that just...

makes me want to step up my game.

l guess it's because l always know

you're gonna have my back.

Hello?

Thanks.

-Who was that?

-That was Josh.

Turns out that Vandergeld's prints

was all over the ransom note.

-What are you doing?

-Calling the Chief.

No, you ain't! You said we could do this

on our own, right?

What about backup?

l got you, you got me.

That's all the backup we need.

Triple T-K-A.

Time to totally kick ass!

Three generations at the Bureau

and l'm the first to get fired.

My dad is going to kill me!

Yeah? What? Who?

-Copeland!

-Copeland, you dick!

You've got a lot of nerve, calling.

Where?

-You better not be wrong about this.

-What?

-We might be getting our jobs back.

-What are you talking about?

-We gotta go.

-What do you mean, go?

How about this?

RuPaul or Whoopi Goldberg?

-l told you, l'm not playing your games.

-Come on!

-Any sign of Vandergeld?

-l don't see him.

All right, keep an eye out for him.

lf it's going down,

it's going to go down here.

Thank God! There you are! l did it.

-You did what?

-l got you into the fashion show!

Brittany, did you hear that?

We're in the fashion show.

Not if we don't get moving.

Come on, let's go!

-Get the lead out, ladies.

-l mean, it's like you forgot.

-You mean the Wilson sisters are in?

-And we're out?

l'm sorry. That's just the way it is.

They're hot, you're not! So deal with it.

-You! Straighten up that blouse, now!

-That's impossible!

We've been on that catwalk every summer

for six years straight!

Let's just cut to the chase.

Who do we have to sleep with

for us to get in the show?

Honey, you're so

barking up the wrong tree right now. Really!

lf you nail this, you're a shoo-in

for the cover of Hamptons.

Darlings! Where have you been?

Megan! Don't!

This is unacceptable.

They just messed with the wrong girls!

l've been looking everywhere for you.

Can we get the Wilson sisters

their outfits now, please? Go.

-Can we talk?

-Of course.

You were incredible at the nightclub

last night.

-Thank you. Thanks.

-lncredible.

And Heather will be leaving after the party

tonight, and l was thinking...

maybe you could come by around :?

Make that :
a.m.

You know what?

l don't think so.

Excuse me?

You think l'm just a booty call.

Well, l'm not.

l deserve better than that.

l'm tired of being your doormat.

Honey...

what makes you think you're that special?

-Bastard.

-Excuse me.

Asswipe!

-You're going to regret that.

-l'm so scared.

Oh, my God! Tiffany!

-Thank you so much, honey.

-l am so proud of you.

Thanks. l just wish l didn't feel so crappy.

Honey.

Sometimes a man can't see

when he has someone so special...

sitting right in front of him.

Are you, like, a lesbian?

-l better go get changed.

-Okay.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this evening we are proud to present...

the fall couture line, Aubrey Allure.

Please take your seats.

-Excuse me?

-You're not on the list.

lnvitation, my ass!

They don't know how we do it.

-Let's just blend.

-All right.

Go! Get going! Move it!

Didn't we just have this conversation?

Can we get these fantastic supermodels...

-back into their dressing rooms?

-l can't believe it!

-They changed that quick!

-Amazing!

These ought to get the critics' attention.

Second changes, everybody! Go! Now!

This'll be a nice little treat.

My God! What's happening?

That's not mine!

Let's get out of here!

l'm sorry!

Just give me your hand. lt'll be okay.

l'm so sorry. Oh!

Come here! l got you!

Here we go. Up!

-My God!

-l hope she's okay.

l'm ruined.

Looks like some people just don't know

when to quit. Come on, girls.

-Help me.

-l got you.

Karen, what are you doing?

Look, someone has got to give those girls

a taste of their own medicine.

So revolutionary! lt's so bold and so....

So brilliant!

Everybody, they're imposters!

Hit the lights.

Where's Brittany?

Where are you?

Get down!

l told you you were going to regret it.

You hit like a b*tch! Come on.

You run and l'll shoot you. Come on.

-My turn.

-Mama?

Girl, we going to need some backup.

Girl, call NayNay and LaQuanda.

Tell them to bring the Vaseline

and the straight razors.

These b*tches are on some other sh*t!

What's going on?

-Don't touch my dress!

-Vandergeld's got Tiffany!

What? No one messes with my queen!

Marcus! Are you okay?

-No.

-What's wrong?

These damn G-strings are killing me!

-Freeze!

-FBl.

You guys take care of them.

We're going after Vandergeld.

Copeland! You're going to need this.

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