Rush Hour 22001

[Carter and Lee hit the Vegas branch of Versace where a salesman greets them]

Salesman:
Hi, nice to see you. Can I help you gentlemen?

Carter:
Yeah. I'm gonna need black, 42-long, and nothing touches this body but pure silk. And get my partner something from the kid's department.

Salesman:
OK, would your partner like to be wrapped in silk too? Some people think it's tacky, but I really enjoy it when couples dress alike.

Carter:
No - wait a minute - no! This ain't no couples thing, man. We're police officers; we're working a very dangerous case and we need some clothes.

Lee:
Yes, there are alot of men chasing us.

Salesman:
As well they should be. Listen, you have nothing to worry about, OK? Because I'm going to turn you two into the belle of the ball.

Lee:
Thank you.

Salesman:
Absolutely. [to Carter] Let's start with you, shall we? You've got the mochaccino face, beautiful skin, and the big broad shoulders, OK? Let's put a dead animal on you! Croc-skin... buttercream... buttercream... croc-skin... buttercream...What size is the waist? Let's go in! [approaches Carter with open arms]

Carter:
Hey! Watch it, sweetness!

Salesman:
He's got some fire to him!

Carter:
Honeycups!

Salesman:
I like that!

Carter:
Go get the clothes! Hurry up!

Salesman:
I'll go pull some items. Oh, Jesus! Lil' Kim! I'll be back.

Carter:
[Looks to Lee] You saw that?

Lee:
He likes you.

Carter:
[Looks at him like he's lost his mind] I'm not shoppin' with you no more.