"And all of a sudden, in the middle of this singing and dancing and blue sky and no clouds, the boy she's[the girl in most Bollywood movies] in love with appears out of nowhere...And their eyes meet across the field and he's standing there in the really fucking cool Indian actor pose. And their eyes meet, and her face lights up, and they run towards each other in slow motion. And
his boobs start bouncing. And his 80's hairstyle. And they're running towards each other. And they're running, and they're running. And they run past each other."
I'll take you home. Before you know it, you'll be scampering across the meadow with your little puppies, the grass beneath your bare feet. A man, coming over the hill way in the distance, waves to you. You run to be in his arms and as you get closer you see that it's...me! Janeway: You? Q:
Forget Mark. I know how to show a girl a good time.