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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.
