Mississippi Masala Page #3

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but when it's about getting

a job, you got an excuse.

- You can wear these big-ass - Hey!

- Can l get something for y'all?

- No, thank you.

- Gentlemen, did you ring? - No.

Anything else l can get for you, sir?

Ma'am?

Could you put our bread in

a doggy bag, please?

Certainly, ma'am.

- l'll go inside and wait for my father.

- All right, Demetrius. Take care.

All right.

That's Grace's son.

You know, Mrs. Sanders' Grace?

He's the good one.

We helped him start his own

business. Clancy, bless his heart.

He spoke to the bank. You know

how they are with references.

Sorry l'm late, Dad.

lt don't make no difference.

Thought those two was never

gonna get up and leave.

Sat there all night and forgot to leave a tip.

l don't know why you're so stubborn,

working for them slave wages.

What you want me to do? Sit

at home and catch flies?

What you know about slave wages,

anyway?

- Guess who called me tonight?

- Who?

- Alicia. - Oh, yeah?

Sure was good to hear

her voice again.

l invited her to stop by on Sunday.

Daddy, what you do that for?

What happened between you

and her is your business.

But she always been

a part of this family.

She always will be,

so long as l'm alive.

Yes, sir.

- Hi, Mina. - Hi, Harry.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

That's the mother. Owns a

liquor shop.

Can you imagine?

The father's a complete screw-loose.

Spends all his time suing the

government of Uganda for his property.

The mother has her eyes on Harry.

- But we're trying to get Harry for

Namita. - You think this one has a chance?

You can be dark and have money, or

you can be fair and have no money.

But you can't be dark and have no money

and expect to get Harry Patel.

Brothers, sisters and friends.

On this happy occasion of my

only son's wedding reception

l would like to say a few words.

Hear, hear! Three cheers for Anil.

Thank you. Thank you.

But what l wish to say is

more serious and that is

even though we are 1 O,OOO

miles away from India

we should not forget our roots,

our culture

our tradition and our gods.

So please join me in singing a prayer.

What is this? Behave yourself.

Wake up. Everyone's singing.

Wanna go out when this is over?

Okay, let me tell my mother, though.

l have to get out of these clothes.

Ma, Harry's asked me to go out.

They're going out.

You wouldn't believe the racket. It's

1 O:
OO. Customers are complaining.

- So you better come right on over.

- Send them back to the reservation.

How often l gotta tell you?

They're not that kind of Indian.

- This place? - It's the

only place open in your town.

- Wanna give it a shot? - Sure.

Excuse me, two beers, please. Michelob.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

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