Miami Vice.
I gotta go, okay?
I promised my girlfriend
I was gonna take her out tonight.
What happened? What did I say?
Albert left me, that bitch.
He said my thighs are too fat.
-Do my thighs look too fat to you?
-No.
You didn't look!
I don't know about men's thighs.
They look fine to me. They really do.
Thank you.
Albert called me "cellulite city."
Maybe he's right.
Maybe I should have my hips lifted.
No! If you want to lose weight, just diet.
Diets are no use.
It's those jelly doughnuts.
They call to me in the middle of the night:
"Hollywood. Come and get me."
I can't stay away from them.
-It's like you and women's dressing rooms.
-No, that was a misunderstanding.
Have any of your friends
ever been vacuumed out?
I heard those doctors in Beverly Hills...
...they just open you up
and suck those fat cells out of there.
It sounds nice.
I wonder if you could do it yourself,
with a vacuum cleaner or something.
Albert's been off work for an hour now.
There's just no telling
what he's gotten himself into.
Take it easy, okay? Just go home
and get yourself some rest. You'll be fine.
An artiste does not leave
his work unfinished.
No, it looks fine to me.
In that case, I'm a dream that once was.
Look out, Albert,
because Hollywood is on your case.
Yeah, go get him.
Good grief.
What's the matter?
Don't you like your new scarf?
Not especially.
Shit!
What a funny way to say hello.
What the hell's going on?
My name is Ema Hesire,
but you can call me Emmy.
This is a joke, right?
A Prince and Company initiation?
Who hired you? Hollywood.
Nobody hired me, Jonathan.
You know who I am.
No, this can't be happening.
I know! The sign, the electricity.
My brain synapse, it was destroyed.
I felt so sorry for you last night.
You looked so lost and Ionely.
Last night, you saw me?
No. You can't be her.
When you made me,
didn't you feel inspiration?
Almost like your hands were being moved
by a force not of this world?
You made this body
so that I could come to life!
Am I in the twilight zone or am I just nuts?
I'm so glad I picked you!
I'm gonna create someone
who doesn't like me?
So, tell me your life story.
It seems to have slipped my mind.
It's a long story.
See, I was born in 2514 B.C. in Edfu, Egypt.
-I'll be 4,501 next April.
-I'll bake a cake.
Back then, I wasn't allowed to do anything.
Do you know I was supposed to marry?
-Who?
-A camel dung dealer.
Would have been my guess. I'm stressed.
I'm having a hallucination caused by stress.
Does this feel like a hallucination?
Come on, let's go have some fun.
Food additives. It's food additives.
Come on!
Except for early morning clouds...
...the weather for the Greater Philadelphia
area should remain the same....
Damn him.
...with a slight increase in temperature.
The things I could've done
with these tools!
-You like to work with your hands?
-Yes. I love to build and invent things.
-Back in Edfu, I even made a pair of wings.
-And I'm sure you flew.
That's right. Almost.
You still don't believe I'm real, do you?
I'm open for discussion.
Why don't we stick to good,
old-fashioned hand tools for now.
-You've got good hands.
-Thank you.
I like the way they felt
when you were putting me together.
Tonight we'll do something different
and special.
Something this store
has never seen before.
I wish you didn't look so worried.
Easy for you to say.
As a mannequin, you'll always have work.
Me, I'm gonna wind up
in the nuthouse after this.
I wonder if insanity is covered
in the employee health plan?
That's the dress
I should wear in the window.
Don't do that.
You weren't so shy
when you were creating me.
You weren't so real.
Good God, who are you?
Good morning, boys and girls.
I don't see Zingy.
She just bit smiling Alan.
You look foxy! Can I ride you?
-I'll be walking to work. Thank you.
-No! Don't be silly!
Wait!
I thought our plans were for 8:00 last night.
My mistake.
-I've got