CANDY: You look [INAUDIBLE] dance.
Elektra and Aphrodite serve realness.
Veronica-- uh, Veronica?
She's a seamstress, girl.
That takes skills.
You know what, you right.
I can't be measuring everybody's worth
based off what they can do under the ballroom spotlight.
But behind the scenes, bitch, is necessary to every house.
And, um, what exactly are your strengths?
The fuck is that supposed to mean?
Look, enough with all that stomping.
I'm sure you girls have worked up an appetite.
What do we have here?
LULU: This is a menu fit for the runway.
ELEKTRA: This absolutely will not do.
There better be some Chinese takeout on the way.
We don't do MSG.
We're dieting.
Then why is she serving milkshakes?
It's SlimFast.
You've seen the commercials.
Give us a week, and we'll take off the weight!
Our house, our menu, our rules.
It truly is a lovely house.
Thank you, bitch.
Our cuisine should be as equally impressive,
don't you think?
The rent broke my little piggy bank's back.
I spent what was left on some Orville Redenbacher,
some SlimFast, and a manicure.
My nails were ravaged after all these errands.
Any of you hoes got any complaints?
They do look good, mama.
Look, it's not about what's on the plate.
Hmm?
It's about communion.
Conversation in the sisterhood!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
Here.
It's good for your metabolism.
Well, sisters, I must bring up the fact that I'm
in need of more closet space.
That broom closet you gave me can only
store my hat boxes and gloves.
Where am I supposed to put my clothes, my coats, my jewelry?
There's only one other closet.
It's in my room, and I share that with Lulu.
You gonna share your fine luxuries with us?
Use the space under your bed for storage.
That is no way to store luxury.
Candy, wait. I think--
Uh-uh.
This Is my house.
It's my closet, and it's allocated.
You are a guest.
You ain't talking to Blanca, bitch.
Remember that.
You're right.
This is your house.
Glad you recognize that.
You've made me realize something.
I've gone about this all wrong.
I keep making space for you, Candy.
For Lulu, for Blanca.
Something in me keeps bringing me back to those girls
I raised.
But why?
Why do I keep lowering myself by associating
with you tired, old, raggedy reminders of my failure
as a mother?
You ain't got no business calling anybody old.
You ain't nothing but over-the-hill, homeless sex
change.
That's it.
That's where it all started.
I got my operation, and Mr. Ford left me, and I got soft.
I became weak, insecure.
But no more.
What I now realize is I am the one and only Elektra.
What the fuck?
Bitch, what is this?
It's called my new signature move.
I'll send for my things.
[MUSIC - DONNA SUMMER, "BAD GIRLS"]
Hello, my dear.
I'm sorry.
We're closed, hun.
I'm stocking a new house, and I need a girl like you.
You know white girls and ballroom.
Consider this affirmative action.
I am building the fiercest house ballroom has ever seen.
I dominate runway, but dance is the future.
And if I want to snatch trophies,
I need children who will bold the house down.
The legendary and iconic Madonna has seen to that.
Her song's number 10 this week with a bullet.
You're better than this, Jasmine.
Only a fool would count out a beauty, a talent like you.
Stand by my side, and I promise I will
unleash your fullest potential.
(SINGING) Beep beep.