Let's go. Bring in the waitress extras.
Ooh, I love these uniforms!
I feel like Brenda from 90210 when she was dressed as that '50s waitress at the Peach Pit.
Well, when we're the big stars of funk and skank, we won't have to wear any uniforms.
But wait, aren't funk and skank cops?
Uh, no, they're hookers.
How about a compromise? Cops by day, prostitutes by night? You know, copstitutes.
Either way, we're New York's finest.
Okay, everybody, ready! Here we go.
Look at Earl over there. Good luck, Earl!
Camera on the door. Scene eight, take one. And action! Shooter comes in.
And cut! Good! Reset.
Earl, that was inspiring. I hope everyone who sees you goes out and ignores a crime.
It was like that scene was about the cash register guy.
You really brought something extra. I smell an Emmy.
Oh, that's weed.
Hi. Sorry we haven't gotten to you guys yet.
Why don't you hang out in the office? I hear there's good sushi. You look pretty.
I think the director kinda likes me.
Well, I don't know about him, but his penis does.
Okay, camera on the door.
Scene eight, take two. And action! Shooter comes in.
Bang! Bang! Cut! Excuse me, how did you get through?
Oh, please. I once got through the Berlin wall.
You think two kids with walkietalkies can stop me?