(Samira gives her security pass to guard. Guard looks down at the pass and then up at Samira. She does this multiple times.)
GUARD: This is you?
GUARD: This is your name?
GUARD: It's an Indian name.
GUARD: This is not your name.
SAMIRA: It is my name.
GUARD: You are trying to trick me.
SAMIRA: I'm not.
GUARD: You are not dark enough to have this name.
SAMIRA: Excuse me?
GUARD: It is a South Indian name. South Indians are dark. You are pale.
SAMIRA: I'm South Indian.
GUARD: You are a gori.
SAMIRA: I guess?
GUARD: So this ID is fake.
SAMIRA: No, it's real!
GUARD: You are one of those firing who goes to an ashram and changes their name to an Indian one.
SAMIRA (getting more annoyed): No. God.
GUARD: I will need to see your passport.
SAMIRA: It's at hotel.
GUARD: I'm sorry, I can't let you in then.
SAMIRA: Wait. Wait! I have a copy in my bag.
(Samira rummages through her bag)
SAMIRA: Here it is. (pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to the guard)
(Guard examines passport copy and security pass)
GUARD: Fine you can go.
SAMIRA: Thank you.
GUARD: Put out your arms.
GUARD (holds up the wand): Security check.
GUARD: You really are a firangi.