Plot
Three young men Johnny Gallagher, Steve Petrecelli, and Anthony Lombardi are errand boys for Nicky Greco boss of a ruthless NYC crime family. Eager too make it big, they decide errands aren't enough and try their luck at being their own bosses.
Keywords: tv-mini-series
Plot
Dom and Katie live in a seemingly peaceful world, living a seemingly peaceful life, with seemingly peaceful neighbors. One day, Katie goes missing, Dom turns to his neighbor for support. Cal has lived across the street from Dom and Katie for years now, and his neighborly attitude has grown into an infatuation for Katie. Cal knows more than he lets on about Katie's disappearance, and as Dom struggles with the loss of his wife and unborn child, he will soon come to realize that he and his family play a bigger part in the lives of others than he could possibly imagine.
The most important component to living is the soul.
Anything you wouldn't like to happen in your wedding!
Plot
After an unsuccessful mission, FBI agents Kevin Copeland and Marcus Copeland fall in disgrace in the agency. They decide to swap their bad position with his superior Section Chief Elliott Gordon working undercover in an abduction case, disguised in the two spoiled white daughters of a tycoon, Brittany and Tiffany Wilson, getting in hilarious situations.
Keywords: 2000s, african-american, airport, bikini, bisexual, blue-panties, cleavage, color-in-title, comedy-team, cross-dressing
Heather Vandergeld: Look who just flew in from the slums of Beverly Hills.::Megan Vandergeld: It's the Beverly Ho-Billies.::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] Squeeze me?::Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] Oh no, you didn't?::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] I'm sorry, but uhm... we just saw your new video. Yea, they had a screening over at Saks Fifth Avenue in the security office [laughs] A klept-ho-maniac! [laughs]::Megan Vandergeld: [arrogantly] Your mother shops at Saks.::Marcus Copeland: [indignantly] [as Tiffany Wilson] What?::[the Vandergeld sisters proudly do siss-fingers]::Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] Oh my God. You want to talk about mothers? You wanna talk about mothers! It's mother time, okay! Your mother's so dumb she went to Dr Dre for a Pap smear! "Something's wrong, Dr Dre! My coochie's doing a beatbox!"::Heather Vandergeld: Well yea? Your mother's so stupid she exercises when she could just get like, liposuction or something!::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] Your mother's so old that her breast milk is powdered. You breast-feed like this:::[blows powder from hand, and everyone starts to laugh]::Heather Vandergeld: Your mother is so, like... She's so... [to Megan] Megan you go!::Megan Vandergeld: Your mother is so stupid that she goes to Barney's Rooftop Deck Restaurant for lunch and orders a niçoise salad and calls it a 'ni-coise' salad. 'Ni-coise' salad, right?::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] Your mother's ass is so hairy, it looks like Don King's about to pop out and say, "Only in America!"
Tiffany Wilson: Oh yeah? Well, your mother's ass is so hairy, it looks like Don King's about to pop out and say, "Only in America"!
Latrell Spencer: White meat only.
Latrell Spencer: How did you know? I love this song!
[approaching the reception desk in the Royal Hamptons Hotel, Marcus, dressed as Tiffany Wilson, stumbles toward the counter]::Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] Sweetie! You've got to slow up with those cosmos!::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] Tee-hee! Oh, fine.::Kevin Copeland: [as Brittany Wilson] Brittany and Tiffany Wilson, checking in! [slams into postcard and knick-knack holder, scattering items *loudly* across reception desk with his fake breasts] Sorry, um, they're new. Dr. Dorfman did an amazing job.::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson, squeezing Brittany's fake breasts] Feels so real!
Marcus Copeland: You hit like a bitch! C'mon.
Latrell Spencer: Once you go black, you gonna need a wheelchair.
Agent Vincent Gomez: So, who do you think wore those panties you were sniffing? Kevin or Marcus?::Agent Jake Harper: Gomez, l told you. l was looking for DNA...::Section Chief Elliott Gordon: Oh, yeah.::Agent Jake Harper: What are you laughing at, ''Denzel''? ''Oh, what a beautiful chocolate man!'' hahahaha::Section Chief Elliott Gordon: You guys got some work to do?
[dressed as Tiffany Wilson, Marcus and the girls lay peacefully on a sunny beach]::Tori: I am so glad I got waxed today.::Karen: Ugh, me too. What did you get?::Tori: The Bald Eagle.::Karen: I got the Bermuda Triangle.::Lisa: The Landing Strip.::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] I got the Buckwheat.::Karen: Ewww, that's sick.::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] Ahh, what a beautiful sunny day! [shadow falls over body] Oh, my God, what happened to the sun? Ahh!::Latrell Spencer: Easy white chocolate, I wouldn't want you to melt.::Marcus Copeland: [as Tiffany Wilson] Yeah, hasta la vista Schwarzenegro. Okay, bye.
Tiffany Wilson: I am so... frick-in'... pissed!
A stripper is a professional erotic dancer who performs a contemporary form of striptease at strip club establishments, public exhibitions, and private engagements. Unlike in burlesque, the performer in the modern Americanized form of stripping minimizes the interaction of customer and dancer, reducing the importance of tease in the performance in favor of speed to undress. Not every stripper will end her performance completely nude, though full nudity is common where not prohibited by law. The integration of the stripper pole as a nearly ubiquitous prop has also shifted the emphasis in the performance toward a more acrobatic, explicit expression versus the slow-developing burlesque. Stripping is typically associated with female performers; male strippers make up less than a third of the professional community. Strippers, when working, are typically found at strip clubs. House dancers work for a particular club or franchise. Feature dancers tend to have their own celebrity, touring a club circuit making appearances. Entertainers (dancers) are often not actual employees of the club itself but allowed to perform as independent contractor.
Keith Morrison (born July 1, 1947 in Lloydminster, Saskatchewan) is a Canadian, veteran broadcast journalist. Since 1995, he has been a correspondent for Dateline NBC.
Morrison got his start in 1966 working for the Saskatoon StarPhoenix before moving on to radio and then television. He was a reporter or anchor at local stations in Saskatchewan, Vancouver and Toronto.
He joined CTV's Canada AM in 1973 as a newsreader and also worked as a reporter and weekend anchor as well as a producer. As a reporter at CTV he won awards for his coverage of the Yom Kippur War. From 1975 to 1976 he was a reporter on CTV National News and served as national affairs correspondent and substitute anchor on the show from 1976 to 1979.
Morrison joined the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation in 1982 as substitute anchor and chief political correspondent for The Journal, the network's nightly public affairs program, remaining until 1986. He also co-hosted Midday, the network's noon-hour newsmagazine from 1984 to 1985.
I am a stripper
Unzip your zipper
Look at me baby
I'll drive you crazy ...
(come on, give it to me baby...)
Desire in your eyes
Your blood is on fire
I'm here to tease you
Ready to please you
My skin is burning
My body's yearning
'Cause I'm a stripper
Unzip your zipper
(give it to me baby, come on!...)
I want to be a stripper
some girls were born to dance
I'd glissade and tour jete
pirouette and releve
please mister give me a chance
I want to be a stripper
I'd be beautiful and grand
Overhearing people say
hey that girl could
go all the way
please mister let me dance
I know that I could do it
I knew that I'd be swell
a cheering crowd
would yell for more
and I'd say no
not another encore
smile and bid a fond farewell
a tra la la tra la la
I want to be a stripper
some girls were born to dance
I'd glissade and tour jete
pirouette and releve
please mister give me a chance
I want to be a stripper
I'd be beautiful and grand
Overhearing people say
hey that girl could
go all the way
please mister let me dance
I know that I could do it
I knew that I'd be swell
a cheering crowd
would yell for more
and I'd say no
not another encore
smile and bid a fond farewell