Nasser: My blue brother was also a famous journalist in Bombay. And a great drinker. He was to the bottle what Louis Armstrong is to the trumpet. Salim: But you are to the bookies what Mother Teresa is to the children.
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Johnny: Ain't nothing I can say to make it up to you. There's only things I can do to show you... That I am with you.
Nasser: Yes... But first we must marry Omar off.
Johnny: Fuck me! What's she doing with that mouse?
Johnny: A laundrette as big as the Ritz. Oh yes.
Papa: I don't want my son in this underpants cleaning condition.
Nasser: Christ, you move like a liner.
Nasser: Nothing but a toilet and a youth club. A constant boil on my bum.
Papa: Work now till you go back to college. And I'm fixing you up with a job with your uncle.
Nasser: Okay, I charge you basic rent. The key you keep.
Papa: Oh, one thing more, try to fix him up with a nice girl. I'm not sure his penis is in full working order.
Nasser: On the other hand a little water on the brain might clear your thoughts.
Salim: There's some things between them I'm looking into.
Nasser: I can't go back. Religion is sodomizing the country. It's getting in the way of making money.
Johnny: Ain't nothing I can say to make it up to you. There's only things I can do to show you... That I am with you.
Nasser: Yes... But first we must marry Omar off.
Johnny: Fuck me! What's she doing with that mouse?
Johnny: A laundrette as big as the Ritz. Oh yes.
Papa: I don't want my son in this underpants cleaning condition.
Nasser: Christ, you move like a liner.
Nasser: Nothing but a toilet and a youth club. A constant boil on my bum.
Papa: Work now till you go back to college. And I'm fixing you up with a job with your uncle.
Nasser: Okay, I charge you basic rent. The key you keep.
Papa: Oh, one thing more, try to fix him up with a nice girl. I'm not sure his penis is in full working order.
Johnny: We're moving house.
Johnny: Don't you be touching me!
Nasser: On the other hand a little water on the brain might clear your thoughts.
Salim: You're one of us now Omar.
Salim: There's some things between them I'm looking into.
Nasser: I can't go back. Religion is sodomizing the country. It's getting in the way of making money.
Salim: I want to talk to Omar about business. Johnny: I dunno where he is. Salim: Is it worth waiting? Johnny: In my experience, it's always worth waiting for Omo.
Nasser: I thought you two were getting married. Omar: Yes, any day now. Tania: I'd rather drink my own urine. Omar: I hear it can be quite tasty with a slice of lemon.
Tania: I'm going. You can come. Johnny: No good jobs like this around. Tania: Omar just runs you around everywhere, like a servant. Johnny: I'll stay here with my friend and fight it out. Tania: My family, Salim and all... will swallow you up like a little kebab. Johnny: I couldn't leave him. Not now. Don't ask me to. You ever touched him?
Johnny: Johnny: Like me friends? Omar: Ring us then. Johnny: I will. Johnny: Leave 'em there. We can do something. Now. Just us.
Omar: I'm being promoted. To Uncle's laundrette. Papa: Illustrate your washing methods!
Omar: Where did you go? You just disappeared. Johnny: Drinking, I went. With my old mates. It ain't illegal. Omar: Of course it is, laundrettes are a big commitment. Why aren't you at work? Johnny: It'll be closing time soon. You'll be locking the place up, and coming to bed. Omar: No, it never closes. One of us has got to be there. That way, we begin to make money. Johnny: You're getting greedy. Omar: I want big money. I'm not going to be beat down by this country.
Nasser: What the hell are you doing? Sunbathing? Omar: Asleep, Uncle. We were shagged out.
Omar: What are you going to do with me? Nasser: What am I going to do with you? Turn you into something damn good.
Omar: I've had a vision of how our place can be. Why don't people like laundrettes? Because they're like toilets. This could be a Ritz among laundrettes. Johnny: A laundrette as big as the Ritz. Oh, yes.
Salim: Hey! Is that your car? Why are you feeling it up, then?
Cherry: How could anyone in their right mind call this silly little island off Europe their home?
Cherry: Every day in Karachi, your other uncles and cousins come to our house for bridge, booze, and VCR.
Papa: The bugger is your nephew, after all.
Nasser: Ahh! What do you think I am, your trampoline? Rachel: Oh, yes, yes, yes... a trampoline. Nasser: Speak my language, damn it. Rachel: I'll do nothing else, Nasser. Do you think we'll ever part? Nasser: Not at the moment! Rachel: I'm serious! Nasser: Ahh... Just keep moving. Oh! Just there! Oh, I love you. Oh, darling. Christ! You move like a niner.
Salim: It's easy to wash a car. You just wet a rag and rub. You know how to rub, don't you?
Nasser: So, your papa got thrown out of that clerk's job I fixed him with? Pissed, was he?
Nasser: My blue brother was also a famous journalist in Bombay. And a great drinker. He was to the bottle what Louis Armstrong is to the trumpet. Salim: But you are to the bookies what Mother Teresa is to the children.
