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hwp[Mystical sitar music]
[Celebratory Indian music]
[Sings joyous song]
[Sings joyously in response]
[Upbeat rock n roll music]
I got chills
Theyre multiplyin
And Im losin control
Cause the power youre supplyin
Its electrifyin
- Youre the one that I want
- You are the one I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
- The one that I want
- You are the one I want
Oo-oo-oo, honey
- The one that I want
- You are the one I want
Oo-oo-oo
[Upbeat dance music]
- You can all dance like that.
- No. Impossible.
You can.
Dance is like love.
Just move your feet
to the beat of your heart.
Go, yes!
Come on, follow your inner beat!
RAMU: Come on, ladies.
Move your feet to the beat of your heart.
[Women giggle and laugh]
[Music stops]
I told you you could do it.
Ladies, I have an announcement.
Im sad to say
that today will be my last day here...
at Shanti Dance and Modern Movement.
- What?
- No.
Next week, my classes will be taken over
by Sister Munju Murthi, a nun from Kerala.
- But why? Where are you going?
- To America.
- Youre going to drive a cab there?
- A cab? No way.
Im going to be a star.
- You can do that?
- Well, of course you can.
Anythings possible in America.
Look at my friend, Vijay Rao.
- The one with the red Mercedes?
- And the penthouse?
He went there with nothing.
No job, no money, no visa...
and hes a big success.
I dont want to dance with a nun.
[Slow Indian backbeat]
GIRL : Bye, Ramu.
Bye. Take care.
GIRL : Bye. Well miss you.
[Upbeat instrumental Indian music]
[Engines and motors revving]
[Upbeat Indian song]
MRS. GUPTA: I wanted a spring wedding.
I was going to bake a mango cake.
- Youll end up working in some restaurant.
- With bad food.
Soon youll be back,
begging me for a decent life.
Maybe youre right.
Maybe Im better off staying here...
- and becoming a salaried man.
- Dont even say that.
But I tell my students,
"Move your feet to the beat of your heart."
And my heart is telling me to go to America.
I dreamt of it my whole life.
RAMU: Dont worry.
Ill be fine.
Youll not only be fine. Youll be famous.
Like Ricky Martin.
Mira, be careful!
Your bike!
Hey, man, can I get your autograph?
- So your flight was good?
- Yeah, it was good.
- And your sister. Hows your sister?
- Okay.
Is the Mercedes in the shop or something?
Or something.
This is the penthouse.
Its the top floor.
RAMU: Its the only floor.
RAMU: Youre a real bastard, you know that?
VIJAY: Come on, yaar.
If I told you the truth,
you never wouldve come.
Immigration!
Open up!
SANJIV: Oh, shit.
VIJAY: INS!
VIJAY: This is Amit. Hes a nerd.
AMIT: Whats up, yaar?
Thats Sanjiv. Hes illegal.
VIJAY: And an idiot!
Bhen ki lohdi! Yeah, I was reading, Vij.
Hey, Ramu.
Kya kar rahe ho, baba? Welcome.
SANJIV: Good to meet you.
Now the rent goes down.
Now welcome my boy Ram to America.
Peerah! Peerah!
To America!
NEIGHBOUR: Shut the fuck up!
RAMU: I know its been a while, but...
The penthouse is beautiful.
Vijays doing really well.
No, New York is great.
Cook says your samosas are getting cold.
That was the butler.
My samosas are getting cold.
I better go, Nanima. Namaste.
[Restaurant chatter]
[Slow sitar strumming]
PATRON: The guys totally lame.
How long can that guy go
for the "working late" crap?
What is this?
I ordered the chicken tikka masala.
That is chicken tikka masala, sir.
[Mimicking accent]
That is not chicken tikka masala, sir.
That is definitely chicken tikka masala.
Dude, I know chicken fucking tikka masala,
and thats not it.
So how about taking your skinny brown ass
back to the kitchen and get me some?
Yes, sir. Im sorry, dude.
WOMAN: Oh, my God.
[Shocked gasps from other patrons]
No chance.
I even told him you got kids
and your wifes in a wheelchair.
I dont care.
I dont want that stupid job back.
Come on, man.
You got a roof over your head...
and food in your belly.
What more do you want?
I want what you promised me in your letters.
So did you, Vij.
The penthouse, the Mercedes.
So what happened to your business empire?
RAMU: Huh?
VIJAY: Its not that easy.
I dont want it to be easy.
I just want my chance.
Maybe Im not good enough.
Maybe all I can do is be a waiter,
but I want my chance to find out.
- Isnt that the American dream?
- Youre a fool.
Do you know why they call it
the American dream?
Because it only happens
when youre asleep.
[Upbeat Indian instrumental music]
DWAIN: Next!
Im here for the audition. Ramu Gupta.
Tell me something I dont know.
My mother comes from Hyderabad.
My father wanted to marry a Muslim girl,
but his family wouldnt let him.
Everybodys a comedian.
DWAIN: Whatd you say your name was?
RAMU: Ram Chandra Gupta.
Actor.
Dancer.
Okay, Rammy, what would you say
your specialty is?
Well, I move smooth.
I take instruction easily.
Im not afraid to try new things.
Good. We like that.
How big are you hard?
Yes, I work very hard.
No. Your johnson.
How big is your johnson?
RAMU: Johnson?
DWAIN: Your wand.
Your pork-sword. Your baloney pony.
Would you like to see my Macarena?
Is that what you call it
in your part of the world?
Let me see you
