Directed by: David Anspaugh
Written by: John Meadows
Other cast: Mira Sorvino, Melora Walters, Arthur J. Nascarella, Saul Stein, Christian Maelen, & Joseph Siravo
Release date: January 13, 2002
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Running time: 1h 36m
Low on money and fresh out of hope, aspiring doctor Meg Kennedy is forced to return home to Staten Island, N.Y., where she finds work as a waitress at Santalino's, a boisterous Italian restaurant. Soon, Meg befriends coworkers Raychel and Kate and begins a new life. But after Meg discovers that Santalino's is a mob front, she finds herself deep in danger, and is recruited by the police to spy on her criminally connected boss.
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Taglines
Mira. Mariah. Melora. Mayhem.
Crime never looked so good.
These waitresses are about to turn the tables on The Mob.
Trivia
Mariah Carey doesn’t sing at all in this movie, not as the character or in the soundtrack.
The original ending called for Meg, Raychel and Kate to be murdered by the mob.
According to Mira Sorvino, she and Mariah Carey got into an argument on the set in which Carey threw a salt shaker over her head. The argument was over Carey frequently arriving hours late to the set.
When Raychel visits Meg’s grave site, her vehicle is shown driving past a large palm tree. Palm trees can not survive outdoors in New York (where this film is supposed to take place), nor can they survive in Missouri, where Meg’s character is from.
Character Quotes
[to a drunk patient who grabs her ass]
Raychel: A,B,C, your next time you’re sober. D, there’s the door.
Raychel: Are you high?
Meg: High?
Raychel: Yeah, high.
Meg: Huh?
Raychel: You’re looking a little fucked up to me right now babe.
Meg: Oh, no, I’m not fucked up. You see, I’ve been fucked up, but this is definitely not fucked up.
Raychel: [to Meg] Now let’s talk about you getting laid.
Raychel: Gio, me and you are going dancing, right? We’ll get married.
Gio Esposito: Next wedding is you and me.
Raychel: You and me in leather.
Gio Esposito: In a thong.
Raychel: Whatever you want; thong, shmong.
Raychel: What are you on?
Meg: What am I on? It’s just two glasses of wine and a couple of valium. You want some?
Raychel: Valium? Who the fuck takes valium anymore?
Raychel: I can’t figure you out.
Meg: Why not?
Raychel: Cause your like shy, but you’re outgoing. You’re insecure but your conceited. Then some things you’re totally clueless and other things you get in like two fucking seconds. So I’m confused.
Meg: Is that supposed to be a compliment?
Raychel: See, now you’re like dissed but also flattered.
Raychel: [hiding drugs in take-out boxes for mob customers] Some people like cheap wine and valium. Other people like swans with zesty take-out!