“I’ve just enrolled in
screenwriting class. I yearn to tell the story of an idealistic young Hindu,
pushed too far by convenience store bandits. I call it, ‘Hands off my jerky,
turkey.’”
Apu: That’s a dollar
eighty-five.
Customer #2: Hi, I want two
dollars worth of gas please.
Apu: Four-twenty.
Martin: How much is your penny
candy?
Apu: Surprisingly expensive.
Nigel: Never fit on a marquee,
luv. From now on, your name is Apu De Beaumarchais.
Apu:
It is a great dishonour to my ancestors and my god, but okay.
Apu: Oooh! A head bag! Those are chock full of … heady goodness.