India Spiceland2005

Tiffany:
[as Maneesh is succeeding in soothing Tiffany after their quarrel, by dancing to a funny Indian song] You guys actually put oil in the hair?

Maneesh:
[teasing her] It was hair oil, coconut oil, that keeps the Indian beauty's tresses shiny and black.

Tiffany:
I can't see myself putting oil in my hair.

Maneesh:
Me neither. [playfully tugs her hair] The Indian beauty is extra special.

Tiffany:
Really?

Maneesh:
She's like ... a poem.

Tiffany:
[laughing, not believing a word he says] Uh-huh.

Maneesh:
Her hair is the full moon night ... dark and mysterious. Smelling of wild flowers, they entice you to get lost in them.

Tiffany:
Her skin?

Maneesh:
Dusky as the freshly rained ground, soothing as the poius Indian prayer. A silken breath brushes your cheeks as she comes near ... [get dazzled by the Indian girl he sees in the store] ...

Tiffany:
... *and?*

Maneesh:
She speaks without saying a word.

Tiffany:
I get it.

Maneesh:
When she looks at you with those deep dark eyes, you can't help but lose yourself in them.

Tiffany:
[laughs] I know why I love you so much. You're so full of sh*t! Did you steal that from one of your three-hour-long Hindi films?