:02:00
What do you mean
it's a bit like New York?
:02:02
WOMAN: Better get used to it, Darcy.
We're here for two weeks.
:02:08
(Street vendors shout)
:02:15
(Bellowing)
:02:17
(Car horns beep)
:02:20
Jesus, Balraj, where the hell
have you brought me?
:02:36
(Woman shouts) Hurry up, you silly girls!
:02:38
We must make sure Jaya meets
this Mr Balraj from London before anyone else.
:02:43
All mothers think that any single guy
with big bucks must be shopping for a wife.
:02:47
I'm embarrassed to say,
but I hope he is.
:02:50
What, shopping or loaded?
:02:52
Well, both.
:02:55
Lakhi, you think your mother
has gone crazy?
:02:57
That I am letting you wear that?
:02:59
I told you, Lakhi. It's very vulgar.
:03:02
But, Mama. It's killing, Mama!
:03:05
Oh, if it's killing, it's what everyone's
wearing in Mumbai.
:03:09
But we want Balraj to look into Jaya's eyes,
not your mames.
:03:12
She's our only hope.
:03:14
If we do not get the eldest married first,
:03:16
we'll never be able to marry rest of you
for the shame.
:03:20
(Music plays inside)
:03:21
Come on, Lakhi, it's only a party.
:03:23
Save your fussing for the big wedding tomorrow.
:03:25
Papa, just chill. Let me fix my dupatta.
:03:27
Oh! Nameste.
:03:30
WOMAN: Chandra, make sure you smile.
:03:31
Now, sit back.
:03:35
- Hi, Lakhi.
- Hi.
:03:39
Hello, dear.
:03:41
- Can we sit here?
- Of course!
:03:43
- Mama, we'll go and see the bride.
- OK, come soon.
:03:46
- Chandra, don't be too long.
- OK.
:03:53
Oh, this must be the famous Balraj from UK.
:03:57
He's from the Uppal family of Delhi, you know.
:03:59
Hey, Balraj, you made it in one piece
from London.