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I never thought I'd see you
in a place like that again.

Turns out, the only thing
I'm qualified to do

is give orders and look good.

Where else would I go?

This must give you some satisfaction.

You won.

None of us win when one
of us gets beat down.

Even someone who had the
beatdown coming to them.

Why do you always reduce
everything down like that?

Because I don't trust you.

Your problem is you don't trust anyone.

That's my golden rule.

Trust gives people power over you.

You and I both know that

sleeping at a fast food booth

and working the sex trade,

you won't live out the year.

You're gonna end up down at the morgue.

Okay.

You want to be a beautiful corpse, fine.

I don't like being needy.

I hate myself for it.

You got a lot to hate yourself for,

but needing help ain't one of them.

The category is...

Live...

Work...

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I'm not auditioning for
no Al B. Sure video.

You're the one in dance school.

You don't need a degree to audition.

And I've seen your moves at

the ball when you let loose.

You're so good.

And when you smile, the world lights up.

Look, I'll only audition

if you audition with me.

It'll make me less nervous.

If it means you'll go, then fine.

Anybody home?

We're in here.

What's she doing here?

She's moving in.

I can't believe we got
to give up our room

- and sleep on the sofa.
- I would've expected

you two to be a little
bit more understanding.

Elektra's not joining our house,

but y'all known Evangelista

takes in all lost souls,
no matter your past.

And while she's our guest,

you will treat her with respect.

Now hush up and finish packing.

I cannot express the gratitude I have

for extending this kindness.

Damon.

You're welcome.

Stay as long as you need to.

I suppose this is sufficient space.

Well, it's gonna have to
be, 'cause it's all we got.

And I hope you plan on
replacing these curtains.

- And if it's not too much trouble...
- It will be.

I'd love if the boys
could paint the room.

This color looks like
a shit-stained diaper

left out in the rain.

Winter lilac is more my color.

Okay.

Fine.

Are you sure I don't look

like no '70s bridesmaid in this thing?

It's called fashion, bitch.

Yes, and I am well aware

that it is the Princess Ball,

and with all this flow,
you're gonna look

like a magical fairy princess

floating into her kingdom

to snatch her crown.

Oh. I'm worried about
the House of Ferocity.

- Hmm.
- You remember that time

Candy and Lulu cut up
their rivals' dresses

just to snag a few trophies for Elektra?

How could I forget?

I'm surprised you didn't rat them out.

We were family back then.

You know those banjee girls
don't know when to stop.

Have you heard the latest?

No. What?

Not only did they get that fucking girl

from the shop to join Ferocity,

they also snagged Florida

- and Goddess Aphrodite.
- Jesus, no.

Yes, Mary.

They are a house not to be fucked with.

Well,

here's to hoping

their light burns out quick.

In the meantime, I'm-a try
to focus on my health

and making sure my family
gets back together.

Papi will come home one day.

Attagirl. Yes, he will.

Well, what about you?

You been taking care of yourself?

I don't know.

Ever since Costas died, I...

just been keeping my head down.

Working.

I'm doing my thing, but, you know,

life has become a wash of gray.

Well, I think I got something
that might put some pep

back into your step.

I met someone last weekend.

Someone I think you might like.

Me?

My, my, my.

I see audacity is back in style.

Now, that body was molded to perfection,

while this body is just molded.

- Miss Plastic Fantastic...
- Hello, sir.

Hello!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What do you need?

Can I get a vodka cranberry, please?

Coming right up.

You are too cute.

What's your name?

Keenan.

Keenan.

Can I get your number, Keenan?

I'm sorry, my love, I'm
not into the ladies.

I am not deaf, dumb or blind, honey.

It's not for me. You've been
staring at my friend all night.

Oh, really? He's single?

Yes. Give me your number.

... with that puffy tuck.

Would somebody please
give her some duct tape?

I think you should call him.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Uh-uh. Here, Pray.

This shop is closed, honey.

Out of business, and I
don't have any plans

of opening it up anytime soon.

I do not need a man to make me happy,

and I especially don't need
to be dimming my shine

by getting rejected for being positive.

Mm-mm.

My heart needs a rest.

But you should've seen the
way he was looking at you.

And he was fine.

You may be positive, but I know that ho

inside of you is thirsting
for some fine-ass trade.

That is "reformed ho" to you,

thank you very much.

Okay.

Fine.

You might want to splurge
on some Nice 'N Easy.

Them gray hairs ain't
doing you no favors.

Uh... shut up, bitch!

Everybody likes a little smoky
up there now and again.

Daddies are in.

Hello?

- Am I interrupting?
- No.

I'm just preparing for class.

Come in.

You wanted to see me,
which means one thing.

Is Damon's screwing up
again? 'Cause I'll bust him

upside his head if he trying you.

That won't be necessary.

You've been a great mother to him.

He's really straightened up.

And I wanted you to
be the first to know,

as his guardian,

that his scholarship has been
approved for a second year.

Oh, my God.

I am so incredibly proud of him.

And I'm proud of you, too.

Blanca, I've seen parents
give their children

the best training, the best
education money can buy.

And yet, their dancing
careers go nowhere.

You, however, have given Damon something

that will allow him to
soar in this world:

self-worth.

As long as he knows his life has value,

he will be unstoppable.

Ooh.

Can you do me a favor?

Can you hold off on telling
him the good news?

I kind of want to tell him myself.

Of course.

You've earned that.

Out of all the years I've known you,

I've never seen you
walk out of the house

without a beat face.

I didn't have time. You dragged me out

to this mystery appointment.

Elektra, you need to be real with me.

You're depressed, and I get it.

But I'm not gonna let you fall
into the abyss like other girls.

After today, I want to
see a full face on you.

Everyone needs to see
Elektra in all her glory.

We're having lunch?

No.

You're applying for a job.

Indochine?

No!

I cannot work in the service industry.

Oh, but you can dance at Show World?

- Come on.
- I do not have the same skills

a common person has.

Do you expect me to wash
dishes with these hands?

But you not gonna be a peasant.

They're hiring hostesses.

Glamorous, regal and refined.

You fit the bill, and they pay well.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

My house, my rules.

What if they ask me to
tally people's bills?

I didn't stay in school long enough

to learn how to operate a calculator.

Bitch, they ain't asking
you to be a mathematician.

All you got to do is look
pretty and judge people.

Now get over there and ask
for a goddamn application.

Excuse me.

I heard you're hiring
for a lead hostess,

and you're looking for
upscale and dignified women?

That is correct.

Elektra Abundance.

May I please have an application?

Of course. Follow me.

Fucking work. Sh... oh.

Dancers 151 to 160.

Hey.

You got this.

Okay?

Five, six, seven, eight.

All right, thanks, guys.

You stay and you stay.

And you stay.

And you.

Stay.

The rest of you can go.
Thanks for your time.

Don't change a thing.

- You look amazing.
- Thank you.

I love that jacket.

Thank you. I made it myself.

Cute and talented.

Where have you been all my life?

I assume you have a reservation.

Looks like you're moving
up in the world, girl.

By the looks of it, we both are.

I'm, uh,

I'm really, really glad
you agreed to dinner.

Well, I wanted to ask
you out for a while,

but I've always been too
chickenshit to approach you.

Was it my stunning beauty

- that scared you off?
- Mm-mm.

It was that big mouth.

Look, we can't all be larger than life.

You're intimidating.

That's the first time I've heard that.

So, uh, what do you want
to do with your life?

I'm certain that bartending
can't be the dream.

Okay, judgy.

- No, I...
- Mm-mm.

It's cool. Um...

Uh, if you must know, I'm a sculptor.

Yeah. Bartending is just how I survive

while I wait for some gallery
to realize I'm a genius.

- Confidence.
- Mm-hmm.

- Sexy.
- Oh.

Wish I still had that fire in me.

What extinguished it?

Life.

Well...

maybe I can...

help you reignite that flame.

I have to tell you something.

- You're seeing someone else.
- Please.

I wish it was that simple.

I have HIV.

I recently lost a lover,

and being here with you, it's like...

the first time I was...

the first time I was with him.

I told Blanca that I wasn't ready,

but she said I can't
sit around the house

feeling sorry for myself.

Now that you know my truth,
you probably want to leave,

and I wouldn't blame you.

So why don't you just go and
I-I'll pick up the check

- and we can pretend this never happened.
- Hey, hey.

I'm sorry...

that you're going through a rough time.

What can I do to help?

Oh. I, uh...

I don't know.

Besides Blanca, you're the
first person I've told.

Thank you for sharing that.

Do you think you're the first guy

I've dated that's positive?

We'll be safe.

But you should know...

I don't give it up that easy.

Oh, you are shady, shady boots.

Hey. Shh.

Mm.

You're clearly hard of hearing.

Unless you have a
reservation this evening,

you will not be seated. Period.

And for future reference,

Indochine does not cater to
the bridge and tunnel crowd.

You cleaning in here again?

Otherwise we get roaches.

It's New York; there's
always cockroaches.

You want to talk?

About what?

About that broken heart of yours.

Come on, girl, talk to me.

I just want to wash him out of my mind.

It's like he put this device
in me that makes it so that

I can't even look at
or touch another guy.

Is that what they calling it now?

A device?

Come here.

I went back out at the piers.

I just started crying
in the middle of a job.

Well, maybe it's time...

you don't do work like that no more.

And I don't judge you or nothing.

I used to walk those piers, too.

But a girl who looks
like you has options.

- Not making that kind of money.
- Oh, I got a plan.

- What?
- Night school.

Angel...

I really need you to get it together.

You're the next in line.

Yeah, when I'm walking balls with a cane

and gray hairs coming out of my ears.

I want to tell you something.

You got to promise me you're
not gonna tell the others.

Okay?

What?

I tested positive.

I need you to take care of this house.

Okay?

It's not tomorrow,

but it's sooner than you think.

You are going to be a mother
to all these children,

and many more.

And no white boy from the suburbs...

is gonna rescue you.

We're the only ones who
got each other's back.

Come here.

I got you.

Apparently I'm the only one

who dresses for dinner in this house.

Don't you have linen napkins?

No.

And everybody in this
house helps set the table.

These utensils don't match.

Girl, don't start.

Okay, before y'all dig in,

I have to share some very exciting news.

- This is a party?
- Ricky and I have

some exciting news to share, too.

Okay, baby, you go ahead and go first.

Well... we...

auditioned for Al B. Sure's next video.

What?!

I love Al B. Sure!

Holy shit.

He is the Marvin Gaye of our time.

Dick and I made love to him
at least twice a week.

Ooh, nothing or no one

is a panty-dropper like Al B. Sure.

Mmm.

The best part is that we both made it

and we're gonna be in the video

and we're going on tour.

But don't freak out.

It's just a tristate area thing.

And we can get everybody tickets.

- And backstage passes?
- Damon, you're still in school.

And I thought I told you not
to interrupt his schooling.

He didn't.

I encouraged him.

And the point of going to a dance school

is to be a professional dancer.

I mean, this is the best opportunity

for both of us, Mother.

Blanca, this is the big time

you have been dreaming
about for your children.

Perhaps you are unfamiliar
with Al B. Sure's music.

I have his tape in my purse.

Ma, you don't have to
do that. You don't...

I am so proud of you.

- Thank you.
- Come here.

Mother, you shouldn't be
washing dishes by yourself.

I'll dry.

In all that carrying
on about Al B. Sure,

no one asked what my news was.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to make that all about me.

But my news was about you, too.

Helena called me in.

She told me that you got accepted

into your second year at school.

No way!

She told me you've been
working really hard.

We're proud of you.

Oh, no, don't get
yourself all worked up.

I'm not gonna make you stay in school.

I'm not that kind of mother.

This is a real great
opportunity for me and Ricky.

Okay, listen, sex on tour

is gonna feel the same as it did

back there in that room.

A professional opportunity
to be dancers getting paid.

You got the talent.

And opportunities are gonna come,

but they'll be wasted if
you're not 100% ready

in taking advantage of them.

You think I'm not good enough

to shine out in the real world.

No, I'm saying, in a year or two,

you'll be better in ways you
can't even imagine yet.

One job ain't nothing if
it don't lead to another.

You have to shine so bright out there

that they can't deny you.

Look, just... just think
about it for a day or two.

And I'll support you in
whatever you choose.

I love you, Mother.

I love you, too.

Now finish washing these damn dishes

'cause I'm going to bed.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Still weird having to ring the
doorbell at my own house.

I can think of some weirder things

I've had to get used to.

What's going on with this?

Uh, Amanda, she's...

she's acting out.

Maybe we should talk to
that therapist again.

We're not going back to the therapist.

I was thinking...

um, for the sake of the kids,

maybe it would be good if I
moved back in here for a while.

You know, we got that guest room.

I could sneak in there
after the kids fall asleep

and sleep there.

I know you want nothing to do with me,

but unless you told your mom already,

there's a way we could play
this where nobody has to know

- about our problems.
- No.

No, everybody has to know.

I mean, not all the details.

I'll-I'll spare you that, but...

there's no more pretending,
not about anything.

I mean, I think you're right.

I think you should move
back in here for the kids.

It's good for them to have you around.

Thank you.

But first you have to quit your job.

No more Manhattan
executive time for you.

Sell the Cadillac, the cuff links

and the watches, all of it.

How am I supposed to pay the bills?

Get a job around here.

Sell insurance or real estate.

Whatever it takes for you to be home

when the kids get back from school.

Where will you be?

I'm gonna be taking classes
at Montclair State.

I'm gonna get my master's.

Eventually the kids will be old enough

to understand all this, and...

I want to be completely
independent by then.

I understand.

I love you.

Good evening and good morning, hookers.

I know it's hot.

I said good evening and
good morning, hookers!

Now, listen,

somebody had told me

that the Department of Health

had closed down the bathhouses,

but from where I'm standing,
it looks like they just

dumped you bitches right
on out here in front of me!

And I hope you have some
garments hiding backstage

or something, because tonight

is the motherfucking
Princess Ball, bitches!

Ah, and I'm gonna need
you to show our judges

your very, very best.

Are you ready?

The category is:

Linen Versus Silk.

I need to see all you butch queens

walking up in here

in your finest summer regalia.

I see you, Prince of Egypt.

I also see that rayon

you done brought up into my kingdom.

Now what'd I say? Linens and silks.

Only the finest of fabrics,

only the finest of textiles, darlings.

Judges, your scores?

Where's the House of Ferocity?

You think they chickening out?

I hope so.

I mean, how are we supposed to
be the next legendary house

with only four members
challenging their eight?

I've been lighting my candles all week.

Honey, our orishas are working overtime.

Children, what will be will be.

We need to focus on bringing our best,

not worrying about what
anyone else is bringing.

We may not be a house of numbers,

but we are a house of love.

Come on, Mother.

Oh! Double your pleasure,
double your fun.

Identical twins in form,

fraternal in fashion.

- Get out of my way.
- One silk,

one linen, and fine,

fine, fine as wine!

Judges, give 'em your scores.

Ten, ten, ten, ten. Work it out.

And please don't make me hotter.

Whoo! My stars.

My, my, my, my.

Good evening,

broke... ass... losers.

Looks like they created

a category for subway hoodrats.

That's very funny.

In the spirit of the Princess Ball,

I'm here to uplift and
celebrate the work

of everyone in our community this year.

I'm not gonna even try to throw

your nasty shade back at you.

That's 'cause you can't shade something

that's shining so bright.

Why don't you all just go home

and save yourself the
humiliation of defeat, huh?

- Ooh!
- What happened, girl?

I cut my hand on Blanca's stubble.

- Really, Blanca, go home...
- Mm.

... shave that brick face
of yours, and come back

when you learn how to do your makeup.

Candy, cut it out.

Somebody's got to read her for her looks

since these judges won't.

Look at you,

Blanca. Your makeup is horrible.

That wig line is a goddamn crime,

and you look like a hungry boy

in your mama's clothes trying
to be something you're not.

Want to be a legendary mother?

Call a doctor and become a woman first.

Come on, Candy, we ain't got to be

talking about nobody's
womanhood out here.

Shut the fuck up and go get me a drink!

Don't you ever sass your fucking mother.

Excuse me.

- Mm.
- Oh, Blanca. Move.

Yo, that's her right there, bro.

- Damn!
- Bro.

Ay, yo, baby. Damn.

- Ow!
- Let me get your number.

- You looking good, mama.
- Looking good.

Your face looks like a wet weekend.

What do you want, Elektra?

I can't have you pouring more
salt on the wound right now.

I've been thinking about your kindness.

You didn't have to make
space for me in your home.

You taught me what a real mother is.

I know I haven't always been... warm,

but I'd like to be now,

and, out of respect for you

and the House of Evangelista,

offer my services.

You want to help my house?

Yes.

I received my first paycheck
from Indochine today...

a real check,

not dirty bills handed
to me under a table.

It reminded me of my value.

That wouldn't have happened
if it weren't for you.

I want to challenge the
House of Ferocity.

I can't have them coming for me.

I have never known you to
back down from a battle.

But before you do that,

let me check some bitches.

Oh, and, Blanca,

you have always been my heart.

DJ, play some music.

The next category's gonna
be in about ten minutes,

after I ring myself off.

I hope you got a good lawyer, girl.

Why is that?

'Cause we about to
murder every other house

in this joint.

I said that I wanted

a Tab and Malibu Rum.

This is rum and Fresca!

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Yo, it's loud in here.

Why you got to be so mean to me?

Ain't you ever heard of the phrase,

"You attract more flies with honey"?

Uh-uh. The only thing
attracting flies up in here

is that greasy mop on your head.

What are you doing here?

Is there a Tired Old Bitches
on Geritol category tonight?

I'm here to walk with my house.

Not much of a house with
only one bitch in it.

More like a studio apartment.

Didn't you hear the news?

I'm walking with the
House of Evangelista,

to help them win a trophy or ten,

but mostly to destroy you.

Aphrodite, I've got no beef with you.

You may go or stay

if you don't mind the sight of blood.

I've got nowhere to be.

Good, then you can hear the
disappointment in my voice

as I count off the ways in
which I've clearly failed

as a mother. Look at the
fruits of my labor:

a foolhardy chunk who makes
her living on the pole

and a brainless wonder who
thinks the way to get curves

is to stick Charmin in her drawers

or to inject cement into her derriere.

House of Ferocity?

You two are about as fierce
as my morning cornflakes.

You may have left my home,

but you can't leave me.

I'm in your mind, that voice saying,

"You're not good enough, little girl.

"You're not smart enough or tough enough

or glamorous enough to
make it in this world."

And that little voice

is going to eat away at you
like termites until your

whole pathetic house
comes crashing down.

You think you're on the
road to being legends,

but you couldn't make it
from here to the door

without me pointing the way.

You're nothing but bags
of rancid, rotting meat.

Well, take a long last
look at this filet mignon.

I doubt we'll be conversing ever
again, unless I take a sudden

interest in dying of boredom.

Lil Papi, I think you've
suffered enough for your sins.

I'm sure I can convince
your mother Blanca

to take you back if you're
willing to grovel a little.

I don't really know what that means,

but I'll grovel all night if I have to.

Get your own damn drinks.

Feeling like a big man now, huh?

Cubby, Lemar.

One chance.

Get ripe with Evangelista
or die on the vines

with these withering weeds.

- Let's go.
- Ugh.

Traitors, all of you.

Bye.

I did.

Things are going to be a little tight

in that shoebox of an apartment.

But I have new members for you.

If you even want new members.

Come here, y'all.

- I'm sorry, Blanca. I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

Got room for one more?

In my home and in my heart.

All right, my sweaty bitches,

it's time for the next category.

Okay, I think we've had
enough of feelings.

It's time.

You will be

in fringes and feathers

giving us Las Vegas Showgirl Realness,

like Miss Lola Falana

meets Carmen Miranda.

All right, all right.

Stop the music, baby, stop the music.

I'm gonna need y'all to simmer down.

Yes, darling, I know, I know.

Just place that jacket in
the Christmas ornament box,

and we'll get back to you.

All right, now.

A challenge has been issued

for the House of Ferocity

from the House of Evangelista.

Do you divas accept this challenge?

Have you ever known us to
back down from a challenge?

Bring it on, bitch.

All right.

The category is:

House Versus House.

The ultimate house bout.

We need to see which one
of you can serve us

your finest members and burn this bitch

to the ground.

Turn up the music and pose!

Florida Ferocity serving us Best Dressed

against Damon and Lemar.

Evangelista, old-school style.

Yes, Damon, I see you, bitch.

From the dance class to the ballroom.

Oh! No touching!

The battle lines have been drawn!

Yes!

The floor work, darlings!

The technique, babies!

Yes... !

I live! Who's next?

Oh, we're serving body
and realness battles.

Miss Veronica Ferocity

serving us mother-of-the-bride realness,

while Ricky and Lil Papi
Evangelista are giving us

"sexy bad boy

hanging out down at Port Authority"!

Oh! I live!

My man just came back
from the gym-nasium

and treat me to some push-up realness.

Who's next? Who's coming next?

The flawless faces of Angel
and Cubby Evangelista

versus fierce Mother Candy Ferocity.

You got to be born
into this club, honey.

You can't join this club.

Yes, Miss Candy.

That body is giving you new life!

That is a dollar well spent, darling.

Yes!

Oh. And she's with the
judges. Touch that face.

Touch that face.

Oh... !

I live! I live!

And now for the divas battle!

The sexy Aphrodite Ferocity

versus the legendary Elektra.

Give 'em some room, give 'em some room!

Bitch, you got your wings on tonight!

Fly, bitch!

Fly... !

Oh, and the rise

of Mother Blanca Evangelista versus

the statement, Lulu Ferocity,

giving us Jessica Rabbit.

You all know what I'm talking about.

Blanca, you better turn up, bitch.

Miss Lulu is at your neck.

Ha-ha. Don't get chopped.

Tonight, everything is on the line.

Work it out, work it out, work it out.

And pose. And pose.

And pose. And pose.

And pose. And pose.

And pose. And pose. And pose.

And pose. And pose. And pose...

Pose double-time! And pose, pose, pose,

pose, pose, pose, pose!

Overness personified!

Yes! Give 'em a round
of applause, honey.

The roof is on fire.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the battle of the year,

the one for the ages,

has come to a conclusion.

And now it is time that
we allow a phoenix

to rise up from the
ashes and be crowned.

Y'all ready for these scores?

For the House of Ferocity,

your scores are...

ten, ten, ten, ten,

nine.

There's room at the inn, honey,

just like the Baby Jesus.

There's room for it at the inn.

For the House of
Evangelista, scores, please.

Ten, ten, ten, ten,

tens across the board!

Grand prize,

House of Evangelista... !

And that is how you do a ball, bitch!

Come on, get this trophy.

Lista! Evange...

♪ Lista! ♪

- Lista!
- Evange...

Evangelista! Evangelista!

- Evange...
- Evange...

- Lista! Come on!
- Lista!

♪ Evange! ♪

Evangelista!

Evangelista!

Here's my trophy for Femme Queen Face.

We are destroying Ferocity.

That makes seven for Evangelista.

Uh, you mean eight. You forgot mine.

Pray Tell is flying through
those categories tonight.

Mother, I want to tell you something.

What?

- So I discussed it with Ricky...
- Mm-hmm.

... and he's going on the
Al B. Sure tour without me.

We both figured that our
relationship is strong enough

for us to withstand a couple
of months being apart.

I thought you wanted to be a big star.

Why you suddenly giving up on that?

I'm not giving up on my dream.

If I'm gonna be a big star,

then I got to keep working on my craft.

Which is why I officially
accepted my scholarship

for another year at The New School.

Yeah. That's what I'm talking about.

I'm doing this for me.

And I want to make you proud.

You already have.

Inspection time.

Examine it close up.

Is she real?

Is she altogether lovely?

Or is it bullshit?

All right, ladies, line up.

Come on, give them a hand,
give them a hand, y'all.

This is the best there is.

This is Diva of the Year.
Y'all better recognize.

All right.

Diva of the Year goes to...

Miss Elektra Evangelista.

First runner-up, Aphrodite Ferocity.

Come on, come on, give them a hand.

Now, the next category is...

one of my favorites.

Femme Queen Vogue!

I want to see some
movement up in this bitch!

Come on, bring it. Give it to me.

Hey! Ha-ha!

Oh, shit!

Who else? Oh!

Yes, baby!

Come on, come on.

We are not leaving here
without a grand prize trophy.

Oh, shit, they coming.

They coming from the
audience, kids. Chop.

And live and serve and work.

What are you doing?

Ah, coming in for more.

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ♪

What the hell is going on?

Stop this music, stop this music.

Stop this music. Okay, okay.

Quiet down, quiet down. Quiet down.

Let Daddy handle this now.

Miss Candy.

Yes?

Do you have category dyslexia?

No.

No, no, no, no.

See, I know that we have
had our differences

when it came to you walking body.

But then you actually went
out and bought a body

and earned your place.

Flexibility and rhythm cannot be bought.

You are not a dancer. Have a seat!

I was just getting warmed up!

Honey, this is not a dress rehearsal.

This is the goddamn final performance.

- Fuck you, Pray Tell!
- No, she didn't.

Would somebody come and
get this bitch, please?

She's so tired, and I
have a date to get to.

Why don't you just move on

and stop wasting
everybody's time, bitch?

Please, get off the runway.

I deserve a chance like everybody else.

Ms. Lumbknuckle, were
you raised on a farm?

You need to move on.

Somebody chop her already.

Why don't you come down here and

chop me yourself, you fat fuck?

Oh!

No, she didn't.

No, she didn't, bitch.

What?

Hold my purse.

What? What? What?

Huh? Huh?

Huh? Yeah. You want some?

Go help her!

I'm-a crack that Milk Dud
right open, honey. Yeah!

I am no Milk Dud, bitch. Let's go.

Come on...

- Oh, honey.
- What?

- What?
- You better get your ass back.

Bring it on...

Come on, Candy, it ain't worth all this.

You're gonna get us kicked out.

Girl, get the fuck off me.

Pick that up.

- Oh, so now I'm the housemaid?
- Yes, pick it up.

Violence is never the answer, children.

Let's go.

I can't take you motherfuckers nowhere.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I came to rescue you.

Don't talk like that.

The only thing I need rescuing from

is the way you made me feel.

I was doing just fine on my own.

I'm leaving my wife.

For good.

I don't want to pretend anymore.

I want us to get a house.

Out on the island, or Westchester,

and I can take the train in
and out of the city for work.

You remember that night
in the hotel room?

The first night we met, and you told me

you just wanted a home and
someone to take care of

and to be treated like a real woman.

Let me give you all that.

What about your kids?

We'll figure it out.

They can come stay with us on weekends.

You like kids, right?

Not really, Stan.

It was real.

This whole thing, it was always real.

You remember what else I said
back in that hotel room?

It was your first time,
but it wasn't mine.

You're not my first Prince Charming.

You're not real.

We were just good ideas
in each other's minds.

And they turn into bad ones

once they get out into
the regular world, right?

No, no.

I'm asking you... I'm begging you...

to just try.

Try.

You're not listening to me.

What I want has changed.

I got a family.

They already take care of me.

I want to do right by them.

I want to look after them.

- They need me.
- I need you.

Stan, I care about you.

You a'ight at the end of the day.

But go home to your wife and kids.

Go be a man.

You almost done with your smoke, Angel?

Just about.

All right, well, come on inside

and help me get changed.

- Girl, I get it.
- What you get, girl?

- That boy is fine.
- Oh, come on.

Ladies and gentlemen,
ladies and gentlemen.

We have a very special
presentation on tonight.

I and past winners

will be handing out the award
for Mother of the Year.

Each year,

this award is presented to a mother

who has been a nurturing presence

in her children's lives,

a mother who has provided

moral and social support
to her children.

She's kept them in line,
and she's taught them

what it means to move through life

with grace and humility.

The nominees for Mother
of the Year are...

from the House of Mugler, Gina Mugler.

All right, Gina!

Give it up.

From the House of Pendavis,

Kiki Pendavis.

From the House of Xtravaganza,

Tonya Xtravaganza.

And last but not least,

from the House of Evangelista,
Blanca Evangelista.

So, y'all know that every year
this is a hotly contested award,

but this year, the voting was unanimous.

The recipient has taught us

that a house is much more than a home.

It's family.

And every family needs a
mother who is affirming,

caring, loyal...

Yes.

... and inspiring.

This woman is that and
much, much, much more.

She has saved many a
soul lost in darkness

simply by shining her light.

I know this to be true...

because that is how she saved mine.

The 1988 award for Mother of the Year...

goes to my sister,

Blanca Evangelista.

That's my mother!

Come on,

give it up, give it up, give it up!

Blanca Evangelista!

Blanca!

Blanca! Blanca!

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