Comparatively Well Played: The Pussycat Dolls

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MELODY: Oh, shoot, Nicole, I just realized something.

NICOLE: What’s that?

MELODY: No, don’t look up — keep your head down, keep moving forward, let’s just get out of here as fast as we can.

NICOLE: Why?

MELODY: Well, we’re two of the Pussycat Dolls.

NICOLE: And this embarrasses you NOW?

MELODY: No, no, I mean… look at us.

NICOLE: I don’t follow.

MELODY: No corsets. No rubber. No latex.

NICOLE: … Oh, God. Wait, I thought YOU were going to wear the crotchless hot pants with polka-dot tights and suspenders made of human hair!

MELODY: WELL I DIDN’T.

NICOLE: Shoot. Robin Antin is going to kill us. Is there a tutu shop nearby?

MELODY: All is not lost. At least I’m wearing some fairly unattractive high-waisted shorts.

NICOLE; Oh, thank God, and whatever you’ve got over your arm has fringe on it, doesn’t it? We’re going to be okay! I can turn that into something deranged, I’m just sure of it.

MELODY: Let’s find a phone booth…

NICOLE: Ew, YOU find a phone booth. I’ll find a bathroom.

MELODY: Whatever. Just hurry up, because we don’t want any more photos of us looking relatively normal. Robin will take away our credit cards.