The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel 2 Page #3

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Oh, I will.

And when they don't work,

offer him money.

Thank you.

Well... goodnight.

- I wonder, do you fancy a cup of coffee?

- Uh...

Or chai, perhaps,

would be more appropriate.

I actually don't have any coffee.

Or chai for that matter.

No, of course not. Why would you?

Um, right. No, great. Um, sleep well.

- And you, too.

- Thank you.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, then.

Suddenly I realized I wasn't alone.

So I turned round to see

who was tapping me on the shoulder.

Only the bloody

Archbishop of Canterbury.

It's funny because it's true.

Yes, and unfortunately, it's neither.

Are you walking out with us, Norman?

No, I'm afraid I...

I've got to stay here and count up

the meager takings, I'm afraid, Susan.

Oh, well, unless you need

some help finding a taxi.

No, I can walk home.

I actually live very near.

Oh, well... That's lovely.

It is. You should come round sometime.

- Oh.

- Or tonight?

Sir Norman?

Yes, what is it?

Miss Carol is on the phone.

She's wondering when you'll be back.

Well... another time.

Yes. Yes.

Well, goodnight.

The thing is, you see, what one

has never ever had before is...

opportunity.

I spent years back in England

trying to spread my gift around.

Couldn't find a single

willing recipient. Here...

cracking job, bit of bank in my pocket.

Turns out I'm rather

catnip to the ladies.

Yeah, but I can't indulge

myself, or indulge them...

because I have already got one...

and I think the absolute world of her.

Still, one does think...

what if she weren't there at all?

I mean, what if one were alone again?

How impossibly free one would be.

I'd miss her dreadfully, of course.

But I'd have a bloody good time.

Whoops.

Better watch out for those.

They could do some damage.

Not to worry, boss.

I take care of everything.

If you only go once around the room,

you are wiser than he

who remains sitting still.

And thus we two return to India

with new ideas and

greater enlightenment...

of the state of the world and humanity.

That flight made my ankles swell.

- Sunaina.

- Sonny.

Don't mind me. I'm just

standing here on my ankles.

I missed you, too.

Oh, we weren't away that long.

Why are you here? Who's on reception?

Oh, Sonny's mother has arrived.

Let's go back to America.

Everything else smooth?

How are the new menus?

They look great.

Oh, and the wedding tents have arrived.

Then let us go see them.

Is Vikram outside

with his beautiful minibus?

I didn't come with Vikram. I got a lift.

From who?

Look at you, Sonny. All of you got bigger

except your little poppy-out ears.

How I've missed your...

affectionate humor, Kushal.

Mrs. Donnelly, this is Kushal.

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