Desi Boyz Page #5

He is Jerry Patel, single.

Quiet, my Facebook profile.

Call me.

Now you will have to buy this box.

Cool.

That will be 15 pounds.

Brother, I'm short of four.

Jerry, I don't want cookies.

Mom says they give you cavities.

What are you looking at?

- Nothing.

Do you like video games?

- It's awesome, Jerry.

Daniel, this game for Christmas.

And I always come first

in car racing.

Wow! Show me your hands.

Take this.

- Wow! Cookies.

Bills. Bills.

Job rejections.

Job rejections. Rent.

Rent.

And a letter from your mother.

Jiggu, a letter from your mother.

I get it.

'Jiggu, a letter from your mother. '

Look, I have only two weeks

to pay Jerry's school fees.

Look, J. I lost the money that

I invested in the stock market..

And my savings were spent in

paying the rent and expenses.

Nick, you don't understand.

The Social Service people..

.. Will hand over my

Veer to a foster family.

I cannot lose Veer, Nick.

Don't even think like that, Jerry.

We will figure something out.

Nick, I was thinking why don't you

take up some small jobs like me?

Drive a taxi.

Sell pirated DVDS.

I am an MBA from the

London School of Economics.

If I take up such jobs,

what's the point of my degree?

Degree. Degree. Degree.

What is the difference

between you and me today?

Tell me. What is the difference?

Today your Mercedes and my cycle..

.. Are standing at the

signal of recession.

Mr. Mathur, you and I.. are same.

We are on the same level.

Bragging about his degree.

J, if one door has closed on us,

another one will open up..

.. Where we will make money

and retain our honor as well.

J, I don't think

we should go inside.

Like you said, Nick..

.. If one door closes,

the other one opens up itself.

Come on.

I have seen enough.

- Nick, stop.

If you didn't want to

stay then why did you come?

Don't you want to know

why I gave you my card?

Welcome, boys.

Instead of sitting at the

bar and crying like girls..

.. Take a look at

yourselves in the mirror.

You two have it in you.

But don't have the

brains to recognize it.

I have three branches,

London, New York and Tokyo.

I am having some

license troubles in Mumbai.

Here's the form. That's the door.

It's your choice.

Chest.

Biceps.

Size.

Fantastic career move.

Super plan.

I am waiting outside.

- Nick.

Nick.

He's slightly crazy.

The poor guy's in love.

He is in love.

What is love.

Baby don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me no more.

You are in love too.

The only difference is he is

standing outside for his love..

.. And you.. will fill this form.

Name, Jerry Patel.

Chest..

Biceps..

- 20

Mine.

Yours are 16.

Size, 11.

Sexual preference.

Female.

- Good.

Obviously female.

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