(Rehearsal room. Mostly Indians, with a smattering of non-Indians. Samira walks in)
JEN: Aap late hai.
JEN: Aap kahaan the?
JEN: Aap late hai. Aap kahaan the?
SAMIRA: English. I don't speak Hindi.
JEN: Ha, not very Indian are you.
SAMIRA: SOUTH Indian. I'm SOUTH Indian.
JEN: Everyone speaks Hindi.
SAMIRA: Whatever, I'm here.
JEN: Everyone, we'll start in five.
(Jen turns back to what she's doing. Samira moves to the other side of the room)
SAMIRA: So annoying.
SAMIRA: White girls with Indian fetishes.
ANJALI: Oh Jen? Ha. Yeah. It's like she has to prove something.
SAMIRA: Prove what? That she speaks terrible Hindi?
ANJALI (slyly): How do you know it's terrible, you don't even speak Hindi.
SAMIRA: I can hear her accent.
ANJALI: Oh, can you?
SAMIRA: Oh fine, I'm just annoyed. I have no idea how good her Hindi is.
SAMIRA: It's just the assumption you know. That we all speak Hindi.
ANJALI: She would fit in well in Delhi!
SAMIRA (laughing): You're ridiculous