Babu Bhatt

How did you hear about us? / People. People are talking.

A steaming hot, folded face cloth for your pleasure.

Our specials are tacos... moussaka and franks and beans.

I close down today. And when I open again, it will be a Pakistani restaurant. Thank you. Thank you so much. You're a very special person.

You make me change restaurant, but nobody come! You say make Pakistani. Babu Bhatt have only Pakistani restaurant. But where are people? You see people? Show me people! There are no people!

You bad man! You very, very bad man.

Why do they call it 'athlete's foot'? You don't have to be an athlete to get it. My father gets it all the time and, believe me, he's no athlete.

The whole atmosphere stunk from fish. You know that fishy smell I'm talking about? - Yeah, yeah. The fishy smell. - To this day I won't eat fish. - Do you eat fish? - Yes! Yes, I eat fish! - I don't know how you eat that crap.

Jerry, I want you to do me a favor: No more fish. - Okay. I get your point. - I have a point?

I wonder how Ike Turner would react in traffic. 'You better move that car, girl, before I bust you up.' And what about Jose Feliciano? 'It's not bad enough that I can't see, I have to sit here for two hours. I don't think so.'

Jerry, don't start up with me. - I gotta get out of this cab. - But, Jerry, we're riffing. - No, I'm not riffing. I'm ignoring. Do you understand the difference?

Could I keep my trench coat in your closet for a few months? - Your trench coat in my closet? - Jerry, my closet is packed to the gills. I'm afraid to open the door.

Really? Do you mean that? - No, I don't.

But you like the athlete's-foot bit, right? - No. No. I was kidding. It was terrible.

That athlete's-foot bit killed. - Really? - You think I need to lose some weight? - Weight? No. You just need some height.