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never have i ever script ( episode 4 )

𝔂π“ͺ𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰. 2021. 9. 23. 10:25

[McEnroe] It had been a week

since Devi's violent encounter

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with the coyote,

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but Paxton's words from the hospital

were still echoing in her mind.

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That's why it's cool we're friends.

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Of course he had friendzoned her.

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She thought a wild animal was her dad.

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As much as Devi wanted to be a chill girl

that you could have sex with,

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she knew the truth:

she was a weird loser,

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and a member of the UN,

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and today was certainly

not gonna change that.

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[sighs]

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["Dum Maro Dum" playing]

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[song continues]

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[song stops]

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Are you Princess Jasmine?

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No, but thank you. She is very beautiful.

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Ariel's prettier.

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Where's Aladdin?

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I don't have an Aladdin,

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because he just wants to be friends.

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Okay...

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Hi. Can I have two black coffees

and one large hot chocolate?

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But can you write latte on the cup?

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I want people to take me seriously.

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Oh, can my daughter take a photo with you?

You look so amazing.

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No, thanks.

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She'd really love to put it

on her Instagram.

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[chuckles] It's so cultural.

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I don't really feel at home right now

in my choice of clothing.

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I mean, usually I don't,

but especially today.

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She's just a little girl.

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Okay, sir, you don't have

to say it like that.

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I just don't want to take a photo.

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Also, why do we have to commemorate

everything on social media?

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Hmm? Why can't we just live in the moment?

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You were on Twitter

the entire time you were in line.

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You tweeted a "thank you" to a Target ad

telling you to have a happy Labor Day.

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-[sighs] Fine. Let's just take the photo.

-Go.

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[sighs]

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-[camera clicks]

-Okay.

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You want any doughnuts with that?

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Yeah, Ira, I do, but I'm fasting today.

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Oh.

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Is it Ramadan?

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[McEnroe] No, it's not, Ira.

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Today is Ganesh Puja.

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β™ͺ Check out the ammo

Protect the arsenal β™ͺ

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[McEnroe] Looks like an ad

for India, right?

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Or at least the middle

of an Indiana Jones movie, but it's not.

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This is Ganesh Puja, baby.

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Ganesh Puja is a Hindu holiday

celebrating Lord Ganesh,

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and a time to share warm moments

with family.

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Speaking of warm moments with family,

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let's check in with the Vishwakumars.

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Mom, this sari is so uncomfortable.

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Why does it itch so much?

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Itchiness of saris

is a rite of passage for Indian women.

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Deal with it.

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Why can't I just wear kurta and jeans

like I normally do?

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Then I don't have to get half naked

every time I need to go to the bathroom.

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Devi, you're of age now.

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Half sari is more appropriate.

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Ew, Mom. Don't say "of age."

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It makes me sound like a girl

in a douche commercial.

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-What is douche?

-OK, everyone stop talking about douche.

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Lord Ganesh doesn't need

to see my daughter

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in ripped jeans

and a "Fries Before Guys" t-shirt.

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[McEnroe] Nalini was a little on edge.

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This was the first puja they had gone to

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since Mohan's untimely death

and Devi's paralysis.

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Last week, Mrs. Iyengar asked

if we were going to show up at puja,

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or whether we, quote,

"had too much going on."

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I could just hear the pity in her voice.

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Too much going on, for Ganesh Puja?

That bitch.

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-Whoa.

-Auntie, you must calm down.

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Why does the Hindu Association

have to have puja at my high school?

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It's so low-rent.

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Ben Gross's bar mitzvah

was at the Dolby Theatre.

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They have the Oscars there.

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Jewish people know how to save.

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Us, Indians, we get a little bit of money,

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we go straight to Home Depot

to buy a cement fountain.

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We're just obsessed with fountains.

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Oh, I love a fountain.

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[sighs] Anyway, Devi,

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you know Sanchiti Bhattacharyya

will be at puja, right?

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You remember

her useless white husband Ron?

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Turns out,

he's not that useless after all.

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He runs the most exclusive

college counseling company in LA.

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Ninety percent of their kids

get into Ivy Leagues.

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And they are so elite,

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they don't even

count Cornell and Penn as Ivies.

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-He's so successful, he has his own Tesla.

-[car beeps]

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I Zillow-ed his house.

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Do you want to know

what the Zestimate was?

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One point eight million dollars!

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-Whoa. He loaded.

-Yes, he is.

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Now, Ron doesn't take many kids, so...

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if you want to go to Princeton,

you know what you need to do.

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[sighs] I'm on it, Mom.

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Winning over old-ass teacher types

is my super power.

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[sighs] Good girl.

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[chatter and drums in background]

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Oh, god. Aunties approaching.

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Don't look.

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Where? Where should I not look?

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[Devi] Damn it, Kamala.

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[McEnroe] Aunties are older Indian women

who have no blood relationship to you,

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but are allowed to have opinions

about your life and all your shortcomings.

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You have to be nice to them

because you're Indian.

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It's so good to see you, and Devi,

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what a relief to see

you're no longer a cripple.

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[woman] What a miracle.

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I prayed for her every day.

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I said, "No matter why you have chosen

to curse them,

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please cure her as a reward

for my virtue."

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[sarcastically] Thank you.

I'm sure your prayers did it.

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Yes. Thank you for thinking of us.

How is Arjun?

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You know Arjun.

He just installed a home theater.

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Two rows of seats.

Dolby 5.1 surround sound.

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Popcorn machine coming soon.

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Sunu, they don't care

about your stupid home theater

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with all they've been through.

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I know exactly how you feel.

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My husband, Pradeep,

had testicular cancer.

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I'm so sorry for your loss.

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Oh, no. He's fine.

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It was stage one. They caught it early,

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removed his testicle,

and now he's running the 10K.

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[sarcastically] You're right.

Our situations are so similar.

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Uh, you know my niece, Kamala, right?

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Getting her doctorate at Caltech,

soon to be engaged...

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to an engineer.

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The boy's parents have two Mercedes.

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-Two Mercedes?

-Lucky.

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[McEnroe] As the aunties praised her,

Kamala had a sinking feeling.

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She didn't want to get married,

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but she put on a happy face

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like I did at the trophy ceremony

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when I lost the French Open

to Ivan Lendl in 1984.

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I'm gonna go find Ron.

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[sarcastically] Okay. I'll just stay here

and kill myself.

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["Nagada Sang Dhol Baje" playing]

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[McEnroe] Even though Devi was Indian,

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she didn't think of herself

as Indian Indian like these girls,

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which is a whole other thing.

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So sometimes she felt

a little out of place.

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They seem cool here,

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but can you imagine how dorky

they would look doing this anywhere else?

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That's my sister, Preethi.

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Her Bollywood dance group

was in the Macy's Day Parade

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on a float sponsored by Ziploc.

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So who looks dorky now?

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[McEnroe] Damn, Devi. Preethi's sister

really schooled you. Read the room.

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[song continues]

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-[Devi] Harish.

-Devi, hey.

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I was hoping I'd see someone cool here.

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Do you know if anyone like that is coming?

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[scoffs] Ouch, burn.

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So why are you at this lame-fest?

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Shouldn't you be at Stanford, like,

playing frisbee with a computer?

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I actually really wanted to come.

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To Ganesh Puja?

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At a public high school in the Valley?

Are you insane?

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Tell me the truth.

Did they send you home on medical leave?

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Are you suicidal from Accutane?

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[laughs] No.

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Look, I know

I used to clown on this every year,

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but the truth is, I kinda miss puja.

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Are you kidding?

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When I get into Princeton,

I'm never coming back.

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I'm gonna be an atheist,

who eats cheeseburgers every day

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with my white boyfriend.

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I thought I'd be that way too,

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but it was different

when I went to college.

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My roommate, Nick, is Native American,

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and he's so into being Native American.

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At first, I was like,

"You're away from your parents.

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You don't have to pretend

to care about your ancestry or whatever."

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But then he took me

to their campus powwow.

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No one was standing in the corner

making fun of it.

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They were dancing and chanting,

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and having a great time,

and it made me think,

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"Why do I think it's so weird

and embarrassing to be Indian?"

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[sarcastically] Where do I start?

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How about every single thing

my mom has ever said and done?

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I just thought, "Am I gonna be

this insecure Indian guy,

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who hates doing Indian things?"

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'Cause that's its own identity.

It's just a shitty one.

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Well, that's definitely not my identity.

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I love being Indian. [scoffs]

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[McEnroe] Real convincing, Devi.

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I look more comfortable being Indian.

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You need to spread Mohan's ashes.

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I spread my mother's in the fountain

at the Bellagio.

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She was a gambling addict.

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That's very touching, um...

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I just haven't had the time.

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You know he cannot get into heaven

until you accept his death?

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Oh.

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I meant to ask you. Later today,

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you think you can look at a few skin tags?

They're under my left breast.

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I'm really looking forward to it. Yeah.

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["Mehndi Laga Ke Rakhna" playing]

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I'll find you later.

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[song continues]

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[McEnroe] This is Pandit Rajakrishnan,

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but everyone calls him Pandit Raj.

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He's the community spiritual leader

and also really knows how to work a room.

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Now, everybody repeat after me.

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[chants in Sanskrit]

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Just kidding.

[chuckles] We'll do something easier.

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[McEnroe] I like Pandit Raj.

He's got a good energy.

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[Pandit] Come forward.

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Have you spoken to Ron yet?

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I've spent all morning kissing up

to Sanchiti.

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I even told her

I would Botox her armpits for free.

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Not yet. I can't find him.

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You can't find

the one middle-aged white man

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in a group of 500 Indian people?

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Come forward.

We are ready for the next group.

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-Give it to Pandit Raj.

-[Pandit] Nalini.

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Thank you.

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Pray you get into Princeton.

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Don't waste your prayers

on stupid things like world peace.

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[McEnroe] Praying had always been hard

for Devi.

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It was so easy to get distracted.

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First, she would start praying

for the health of her mom and cousin,

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but then would veer off,

thinking about homework,

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or how in this kneeling position,

she could smell her deodorant.

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So she really had to focus

on what she wanted:

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an acceptance letter

from the college of her dreams...

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[squeals and cheers]

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[Nalini] Princeton!

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...a sudden maturing

in certain areas of her body...

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Hey.

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...unexpected overtures

from certain people at school...

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I think I love you.

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...and hearing her mother say

the thing she most longed for.

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I'm so proud of you.

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And you can get your septum pierced.

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But this year was different.

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She didn't want her usual things.

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[laughs] Don't miss.

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[Mohan] Ah!

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[laughs] In your face.

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She wanted something else.

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[chanting]

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Have tika.

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[McEnroe] Meanwhile, Kamala knew

what exactly she was praying for.

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For her fiance, Prashant, to fall in love

with someone in his doctorate program

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at the University of Chicago,

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and for their engagement to be over.

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You do not wish to be married?

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[McEnroe] Damn, Pandit Raj.

That's spooky as hell. You're good.

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Your hair is so black.

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When my sister's husband died,

she stopped coloring her hair.

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Well, I didn't want

to let myself go completely.

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Mohan wouldn't have wanted that.

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You just don't want to give people

the wrong idea.

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What idea? That I love my husband less

because my roots aren't showing?

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Let's go inside.

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I heard Roopa got fat.

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[McEnroe] Bingo! White guy.

College counselor Ron.

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Go get him, Devi.

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Hey, are you Ron Hansen-Bhattacharyya?

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Yes.

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It's so nice to meet you.

My name is Devi Vishwakumar.

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I'm a student

at this high school, actually.

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Oh, cool.

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Sherman Oaks High

is a good Ivy feeder school.

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Although the college counselor Susan

is a joke.

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Yeah. She's also the lunch lady.

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-So, she's got a lot on her plate.

-Hmm.

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I just wanted to say how interested

I would be in procuring your services.

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Your stats are amazing.

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Well, I don't know. I mean, I...

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only got 28 kids into Ivies last year,

but I wanted 30.

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The other two went to MIT,

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but you can't win 'em all.

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Well, I guess I can't relate

because I do win 'em all.

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I'm in all AP classes

and got a perfect score on my PSAT.

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[McEnroe] Great segue, Devi. Effortless.

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All while volunteering

at the kidney dialysis center.

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When I'm not doing that,

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I read Vietnam vets

their Bill O'Reilly books.

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Okay, look... I can say this

because I married an Indian woman

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and am a proud member

of this vibrant community.

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But schools don't want

another Indian try-hard,

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who is president

of the padded resume club.

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What? [scoffs]

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Renal failure is what keeps me up

at night.

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Colleges want kids with unusual stories.

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I had this kid.

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He got into a car crash.

He was dead a full 30 seconds.

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He said god told him to go to Yale.

It worked.

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Uh, I outgrew a nut allergy,

so that's something.

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-I actually know who you are.

-You do?

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You're the girl whose dad died

in front of her at a concert

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and became paralyzed.

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[McEnroe] Devi couldn't believe

that the major trauma of her life

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could be reduced to a single sentence,

but there it was.

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Yeah. What about it?

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That story is freaking amazing.

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You have the golden ticket.

If you're willing to talk about it,

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I bet I can get you

into any school you want.

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But Devi didn't want to use the story

of her father's death

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as a way to make herself more interesting

to a bunch of admission committees.

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No, I'm not gonna do that.

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Well, without it, I don't get your angle.

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To be honest,

I don't see how you would be different

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than any other Indian kid

applying to college.

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I'm not like any other Indian kid,

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and I'm not interesting

just because my dad died.

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Then what makes you interesting?

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Oh, I don't know, Ron.

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Maybe it's my perfect grades

or my killer test scores.

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Or maybe it's my bitchin' personality

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or my insane PowerPoint skills.

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I don't need some washed-up white dude,

who leases a Tesla

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telling me what makes me special.

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Leasing is still a financial commitment!

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And my monthly payment is quite high!

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[Kamala] Oh, look, an open table.

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No, no. Come, come.

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Hey, kids, move.

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Just take your slime and go.

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Come on. People are still eating.

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Why could we not sit there?

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That's Jaya Kuyavar.

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She came from Chennai,

went to UCLA for her doctorate,

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parents found her a nice boy

back home to marry.

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Then she ran off with an American man.

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-A Muslim.

-[Kamala gasps]

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Parents never spoke to her again.

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Did they come for the wedding?

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Are you out of your mind?

You heard me say he was a Muslim.

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I feel bad for her.

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-We should sit with her.

-Mm-mm.

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Can't risk it right now.

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We're already borderline outcasts.

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Devi, what did you do?

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I heard from half a dozen aunties

that you yelled at college counselor Ron,

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and made fum of his electric car!

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He deserved it.

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He said I'm just like any other Indian kid

applying to college.

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It was so offensive!

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So disappointed in you.

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[sighs]

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-I'm gonna eat somewhere else.

-Please go.

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Is this yours?

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-Oh, thank you so much!

-Yeah.

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You left it on the table.

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The table you were sitting at

after you and your aunt

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made a beeline to get away from me.

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No, we weren't trying to avoid you.

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You seemed so popular, we didn't want

to take up seats for your friends.

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Oh.

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Sure.

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Hey, um... I need a break

from these aunties.

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You want to go check out

the vending machines? My treat?

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Okay.

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Yeah, so basically, I'm the Hester Prynne

of the Indian community

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in the San Fernando Valley.

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I wish I had

a less ninth-grade-book analogy for it,

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but it's accurate.

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So you're ultimately very happy

with your decision

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even though you got divorced?

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Of course not.

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[sighs] No.

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I mean look at me.

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My closest Indian friend

is a woman I met seven minutes ago.

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No. I wish I had just listened

to my family

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and married the guy that they chose.

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Then maybe I wouldn't be divorced.

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You know, my kids ask

about their grandparents,

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and...

[sighs] I don't know what to tell them.

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Maybe they'll get over it.

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Do you have a sibling,

who could have a drug problem

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or go to community college?

That would help.

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No, I got two brothers,

both neurosurgeons,

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had a double-arranged wedding

with millionaire Hindu sisters.

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Oh. [laughs]

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As my cousin would say,

"That sucks a fat one."

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[chuckes] Yeah, I agree.

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[sighs] Anyway, I think I'm going

to head out.

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You know, these things

aren't really that fun

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when everyone is whispering about you.

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But hey, good luck on your engagement...

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and don't screw it up, yeah?

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[chuckles]

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Devi?

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Paxton! What are you doing here?

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Swim practice.

What are you doing here?

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Just... Ganesh Puja.

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It's a weird Indian thing.

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Oh.

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What do you do for it?

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We eat and pray to Ganesh.

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[sighs] He's the elephant god.

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He's sort of a big deal to Indians.

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I mean Hindus.

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'Cause, you know, there are

Muslim Indians, Sikh Indians, Jains, and--

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-Honestly--

-You don't have to give me

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the Wikipedia page on India.

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Sorry.

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So is part of Ganesh Puja

kicking lockers in anger?

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No, that was unrelated.

That didn't have...

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[chuckles] You were joking.

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No, I just got mad,

which is something I'm working on.

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You do have kind of a temper, huh?

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It's not my fault.

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Some old loser was telling me

that I'm too Indian,

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and some other people think

I'm not Indian enough.

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And honestly,

all I want to do is eat a doughnut,

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but I'm stuck here.

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Eh. Who cares what other people think?

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You do you, Vishwakumar.

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Also, you look cool in that outfit.

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[McEnroe] Did he just say

she looked good?

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Holy shit. Maybe she wasn't

as friendzoned as she thought.

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Okay. I've had my fill of socializing.

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-Are you ready to head home?

-Yeah.

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-You see Devi anywhere?

-I do not.

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Perhaps she's gotten her arms stuck

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in the vending machine

trying to steal chips.

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It's happened before.

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I'll go check.

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-Nalini.

-Yes?

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Are you leaving?

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Ah, yes. I think it's that time.

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It was so great

to see you out of the house

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-and Devi back on her feet.

-Thank you.

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Let me know if she stops walking again,

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because I have a cousin in medical sales

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who can get you

a very nice wheelchair for cheap.

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Hello, ladies.

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-Namaste, Pandit Raj.

-Hello, Pandit-ji

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Would one of you

be able to give me a ride?

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[McEnroe] The day had been a long one

for Nalini,

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and she needed a win,

even if it was a small one.

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I can.

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Oh, wonderful. Could you take me

to The Home Depot?

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It would be my pleasure.

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Great. There's a beautiful fountain

I've had my eye on.

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[Pandit] This is very kind of you.

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I could've taken an Uber.

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Our Pandit in an Uber?

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What's next?

Prime Minister Modi on Postmates?

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Over my dead body.

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I really enjoyed puja today.

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I like the incense you used.

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It was like we were in a cannabis store.

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Thank you. You can buy it on my website...

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Anyhow, I hope you all found some clarity

in your prayers today.

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For sure. One hundred percent.

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Very much so, Pandit-ji.

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[Pandit] Wonderful.

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Thanks for the ride.

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I found the car very comfortable.

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Our pleasure, Pandit-ji.

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Though there is pain,

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the pain will subside

because you are a good family.

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And god will always see that.

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[recites blessing in Sanskrit]

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Where do you want to go to college?

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-[sighs] Princeton.

-I will bring it up to god personally.

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[both chuckle]

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Thanks for the ride. Go, Lakers!

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