Exchange between Man and I, last night:
Layla: <excited> I bought three DVDs earlier!
Man: <Secretly hoping to hear the word ‘Rambo’ in at least one> Oh, what?
L: Lebanon and…
M: <thinks: please say Rambo, please say Rambo…>
L: Mother India! It’s a classic!
M: <Turns in slow motion from stove, a look so murderous that Voldemort and Sauron would clutch each other’s robes and weep shrilly.>
L: What? It’s going to be awesome! Wha…
M: Mother India? You have to be kidding, right? My God. Why Mother India? Why not Mother Pakistan?!
L: Mwahaha. There is not one. You must capitulate to my Bollywood power. That, and Mela, 1948.
M: <Sullen silence, denoting disappontment and resignation.>
Cue: Waltz with Bashir.