ANGIE: I need help, girl.
Kim did not pick Marah to be in the pageant after all that.
So what are you going to do?
I'm going to take her to the pageant anyway.
Oh, no.
Are you cray cray?
Kim did not say we couldn't compete.
She just said that she didn't pick them.
I was like, oh, Lord.
Here we go on the crazy train.
What if she kicks us out?
What it--
She can't tell us what we can do.
[gasps] But then what if they win?
Then we could prove her wrong.
Yeah.
Kim's probably gonna pitch a fit.
Oh, well.
Won't be the first fit she's ever pitched,
and probably won't be the last.
KIM: Here's the dressing room.
Y'all come on in. WOMAN: OK.
OK, great. WOMAN: Oh.
Oh, look.
WOMAN: Finally, a dressing room.
WOMAN: Hi.
I go into the dressing room, and there sits
the dark, black angel Angie.
Turned the corner, I thought Kim was going to die.
Good morning.
I was speechless, which is virtually
impossible for me, 'cause I can talk
the hair off a monkey's butt.
But I had no words.
KIM: Hey, Marah. - Hi, Marah.
MARAH: Hi.
How are you, baby?
Good.
Good to see you.
You know, you hear rumors.
You know, Debbie told me that she was coming,
even though I asked Angie not to come.
It's a free world.
We can go and do whatever we want to do.
But when I saw Angie, it just became real.
OK, we're going to go to the other dressing room.
I just knew I couldn't get Hope ready in that environment.
So we just had to go to the other dressing room.
I guess she's mad.
DIRECTOR: Is that hair extensions?
ANGIE: The what?
Is that hair extensions that she has in?
No, it's a fall.
Well, that's kind of like hair extensions, though, right?
- Kind of. - Kind of, OK.
It's a natural pageant, so they can't have any of that,
you know, glitzy type makeup.
Well, obviously, you haven't been to a lot of pageants, so--
Oh, I've been to quite a few.
OK.
DIRECTOR: OK.
When a director tells me that you can't wear this,
you can't wear that, sometimes I follow the rules,
and most of the time, I don't.
So I mean, if she's going to compete,
she's going to have to tone it down just a little bit--
and nothing that's that heavy.
You call that heavy?
Yeah, I call it real heavy.
Angie you will do anything for a pageant.
She is a crown hog.
And that makes me upset, you know?
'Cause the reason I didn't have Marah and Angie come
was because it was a natural pageant.
It was a perfect pageant for Hope.
ANGIE: I don't have any plain lipstick.
Do you have some?
DEBBIE: I didn't bring any.
ANGIE: I just need some nude lipstick.
I need muted color lips and lip gloss.
Why don't you go ask Kim?
Angie did need Kim's assistance.
Will you go ask her, please?
Are you kidding me?
So, of course, I was the go-between.
Kim--
Yeah?
Can you please help us?
No, I can't, y'all.
Now Deborah is running around doing Angie's dirty work.
If she wants the lipstick, she can come ask me herself.
Hi, Marah.
KIM: Hey, Marah. WOMAN: Hi, Angie.
Hey.
Hey, Angie.
We need some lipstick.
I know.
Debbie told me.
Angie's a freak.
Secretly, she wants to beat me.
That's the bottom line.
I was shocked when I saw you here.
You know I love y'all.
And I don't understand why you came
to do this pageant after I didn't enter Marah in it
on purpose.
Well, because I got in the car, and Marah said
she was so disappointed, and she was so upset, and she--
Oh, I don't believe that, Angie.
--said how much Allison said how good she did--
Oh, my gosh.
--on the line dancing and the roping.
And she said that--
This is awful.
Why am I not believing it?
Angie is the kind of person--
she will lie, cheat, steal to be number one.
I entered Hope in this pageant because this
is a first good first time pageant for Hope.
I really thought this might be a little bit
a step down for Marah and where her talents
and gifts lie in pageantry.
You know I would take a bullet for these girls.
And I have worked long and hard to help
Marah, Angie, get where she is.
I love you, but sometimes your competitiveness is outrageous.
Now, saying that, everybody.
Y'all get out there and [inaudible]
if you win the damn thing, OK?
But you can't go out there looking like a painted hussy.
Let's fix this child's lips.
Hold on, Hope.
Come here.
I see Marah's little face.
Miss Kim, how can you deny that little cutie patootie?
Team Marah, Team Hope, we're team pageant place today, OK?
Can I get in?
Get in, baby boo.
ANGIE: I'm sorry.
I love you.
1, 2, 3, pageant place!
All right. Go.
Let's go.
Come on.
Marah, you're a mess.
Only your mother would have you in a train on casual wear.
Let's go.