Touch of Pink (2004)
Nuru: My life is a soiled tattered tissue, tossed into the toilet of life. What will I do now?
Giles: You could write poetry.
[Nuru smiles sheepishly]
Alisdair Keith: You know what's the matter with you?
Alisdair Keith: Your upper abs. you should do some crunches later.
Nuru: [upon seeing how tight Alim's jeans are] No, the trousers are not fine. I can read your... credit card number.
Alim: Closet Drunk, Closet Queer, Name a closet, you're hanging there.
Cary Grant: [sitting in the bathtub, trying to talk Alim out of telling his mother] Alim, we've been through this. You have to be very careful with this truth thing. It has a way of rising up and biting you in the NU-ru!
Nuru: You can't be engaged.
Nuru: Because she's not, she's not... m-... m-... m-. Is she?
Alim: "Not m-". Ah, Muslim.
Giles: She's not m-ale either...
Giles: O.K. I'm off to work. Bye, sweet...
Giles: [realizing he's leaning in to kiss Alim in front of Nuru] By sweet mother of God, your corneas are so clear!
Cary Grant: Nice bit of improv, the boy's got reflexes.
Nuru: You knew about Alim and Khaled? How?
Dolly: Their room was right beside ours. Your son has quite a set of lungs on him.
Nuru: Oh my God!
Dolly: Yes, like that! Exactly like that.
Nuru: I don't see how you could go ahead with the nuptials.
Dolly: What do you mean?
Nuru: Nuptials. It means...
Dolly: I know what nuptials mean, my son is a dentist!
Khaled: Everyone's always down on you, Alim. Bitching about you. Not me though. I stick up for you.
Khaled: See how I stick up for you.
Nuru: I know about men with men. I subscribe to Reader's Digest.