Mr. Singh: But why on earth go to India?
Nigel: I think we needed a break from the rat race... and India's got so much to teach the West.
Mr. Singh: Really? What, for example?
Nigel: Well, you know, inner serenity, that kind of stuff...
Mr. Singh: The Karma-Nirvana syndrome. Lot of poppycock, I'm afraid. No, India's all flies, smells, and beggars... and as for serenity, it's the noisiest place on earth.
Oscar: It's hard to relate to something... that doesn't concern you.
Oscar: Well, Nigel? Come on, your lovely wife has just implied... that she's lost all her mystery for you. True or false?
Nigel: ... I think there's probably a corner of everyone... that remains to be explored.
Oscar: Halfhearted, but better than nothing. Well, Fiona, they'll have to make do with that. He's right, though. Everyone has secret nooks and crannies. Every relationship, no matter how harmonious... contains seeds of farce or tragedy.
Nigel: ... I do not like the look of that sky. I'm not sure if the weather's going to hold.
Oscar: Jesus, don't tell me you're taking refuge in the weather.
Oscar: Stop twittering, Nigel!
Nigel: What do you think you're doing... sharing the details of your perverted sex life... with a total stranger? It's just downright obscene.
Oscar: Obscene? Have you ever felt real, overpowering passion? Have you ever truly idolized a woman? Nothing can be obscene in such a love. Everything that occurs between you... becomes a sacrament, don't you see?
Mr. Singh: Believe me, dear lady, children are a better form of marital therapy than any trip to India.
Oscar: Have a heart, Nigel. Don't be too rough... on a man demolished by a love that was too strong.
Oscar: We were developing a narcotic dependence on television... the marital aid that enables a couple to endure each other... without having to talk.
Nigel: If even half that story were true... you'd be too bloody ashamed to tell it.
Oscar: Boy... you still don't know me at all.
Fiona: Now, just watch it, Nigel. Anything you can do, I can do better.
Oscar: After all, it's no fun hurting someone... who means nothing to you.
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Nigel: I think we needed a break from the rat race... and India's got so much to teach the West.
Mr. Singh: Really? What, for example?
Nigel: Well, you know, inner serenity, that kind of stuff...
Mr. Singh: The Karma-Nirvana syndrome. Lot of poppycock, I'm afraid. No, India's all flies, smells, and beggars... and as for serenity, it's the noisiest place on earth.
Oscar: It's hard to relate to something... that doesn't concern you.
Oscar: Well, Nigel? Come on, your lovely wife has just implied... that she's lost all her mystery for you. True or false?
Nigel: ... I think there's probably a corner of everyone... that remains to be explored.
Oscar: Halfhearted, but better than nothing. Well, Fiona, they'll have to make do with that. He's right, though. Everyone has secret nooks and crannies. Every relationship, no matter how harmonious... contains seeds of farce or tragedy.
Nigel: ... I do not like the look of that sky. I'm not sure if the weather's going to hold.
Oscar: Jesus, don't tell me you're taking refuge in the weather.
Oscar: Stop twittering, Nigel!
Nigel: What do you think you're doing... sharing the details of your perverted sex life... with a total stranger? It's just downright obscene.
Oscar: Obscene? Have you ever felt real, overpowering passion? Have you ever truly idolized a woman? Nothing can be obscene in such a love. Everything that occurs between you... becomes a sacrament, don't you see?
Mr. Singh: Believe me, dear lady, children are a better form of marital therapy than any trip to India.
Oscar: Have a heart, Nigel. Don't be too rough... on a man demolished by a love that was too strong.
Oscar: We were developing a narcotic dependence on television... the marital aid that enables a couple to endure each other... without having to talk.
Nigel: If even half that story were true... you'd be too bloody ashamed to tell it.
Oscar: Boy... you still don't know me at all.
Fiona: Now, just watch it, Nigel. Anything you can do, I can do better.
Oscar: After all, it's no fun hurting someone... who means nothing to you.
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