Marisa:
What are you doing?
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Ooh... Dolce, nice.
Marisa:
No, no, no, come on, out of there.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
I'm just taking a little peek. They're going back anyway.
Marisa:
Oh... You know you're gonna get us in trouble.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
[touching the Dolce dress]
Hello, ladies.
Marisa:
Leave that stuff alone. Come on. You know, you're supposed to be helping me out in here.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Oh, feel this material. I mean, it's like butter. Huh?
Marisa:
Oh, my God. This stuff is five thousand dollars.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
For one white outfit? How do you keep it clean?
Marisa:
Scotchguard.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Oh, yeah. They're a six, you're a six.
Marisa:
What are you doing? What are you doing?
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
And shoes too. Shoes. Size nine. Perfect.
Marisa:
I'm a seven and a half.
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Which means you're an eight. Just put on some gym socks, you're good to go.
Marisa:
That's it! Put this stuff back. What are you doing?
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Not until you try it on.
Marisa:
I can't try on her clothes!
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
They're not hers. They're not Dolce's. Technically, they've been abandoned. Oh, let's not let them hear us.
Marisa:
Who, the clothes?
Stephanie Kehoe, Maid:
Marisa Ave Maria Ventura... When are you and I ever get to try on a five thousand dollar anything? Come on, feel how the other half feels, huh?
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:38