Bimal Gupta: [speaking to Mr. Roy] You know what this place does to you? It drives you to drink. Make a note of this! It drives you to drink. Every blasted fellow on this blasted plantation... drinks! There's no way around it.
Bimal Gupta: Mr. Roy, I haven't bored you, have I?
Amitabha Roy: Writers aren't easily bored.
Bimal Gupta: Hmm?
Amitabha Roy: They're always looking for new material.
Karuna Gupta: I haven't seen a Bengali film in ages. It would be easy when we go to Calcutta, but you never let me.
Bimal Gupta: [laughing disparagingly] Bengali films!
Amitabha Roy: Why do you laugh?
Bimal Gupta: You know, Mr. Roy, the Bengalis of this present generation have no moral fiber. And that is reflected in everything they do. Everything! Whether films, or politics, or...
Karuna Gupta: Must you really speak this way when we have a Bengali guest?
Bimal Gupta: [addressing Mr. Roy] Certainly! Criticize Bengalis to a Bengali, but praise them to others. Right?
Amitabha Roy: Right.
[Bimal Gupta toasts him and laughs]
Bimal Gupta: [Gupta, quite intoxicated, speaks while Mr. Roy passively listens] Each garden... You know, Mr. Roy... each garden has its own method of cultivation. And the taste of the tea grown in each garden is different. Just by tasting the tea, we know. From just one sip we can tell you what garden it came from. And it all comes from experience... and hard work. Bloody hard work, Mr. Roy... come rain, come shine... Oh, God, it's a tough life!