DAISY: And get this, he's Indian AND white. Isn't that so cool?
SAMIRA: What's so cool?
DAISY: That's such a cool mix. Like he was showing us pictures of his family's house in (pause) Chennai? I think that was it, that's in the South.
SAMIRA: I know where Chennai is.
DAISY: Anyway, it was just so cool and different.
SAMIRA: Different how?
DAISY: All those colors! And he had pictures of rickshaws, but not the bicycle kind, the ones with a motor. Oh and the flowers, and all that food.
DAISY: It's just like this crazy world from where he grew up here. Out in the burbs.
DAISY: What? Isn't that cool?
SAMIRA: YOu keep saying that.
DAISY: Because you're not saying anything. I don't think you get what it's like. He'll just have to show you the pictures.
SAMIRA: I know what it's like.
DAISY: Why are you giving me that look?
SAMIRA: What look?
DAISY: That look that says I'm nuts.
SAMIRA: You're not nuts.
DAISY: Then that skeptical, know-it-all look. I hate that look.
SAMIRA: You realize that's me right? Those are my cultures?
SAMIRA: Right down to the cities.
DAISY: I don't get it.
SAMIRA: Daisy, we've known each other for 20 years.
SAMIRA: I'm like that guy. He could be my brother.
DAISY: Oh. Right.
SAMIRA: Do you just remember?
DAISY: Well, I don't really think of you as mixed.
SAMIRA: What do you think of me as then?
DAISY. I dunno. You?
SAMIRA: That's a part of who I am.
DAISY: I guess.
SAMIRA: You guess?
DAISY: I didn't mean that. I mean. (silence). Well it's not like you talk bout it.
DAISY: He talks about it. He told us about his trip. He showed us pictures. I guess it just made it more real somehow.
SAMIRA: More real.
DAISY: To have the visual.
SAMIRA: I've shown you pictures.
DAISY: Not for a while.
SAMIRA: You weren't really interested in seeing them.
DAISY: That was a long time ago.
SAMIRA: Uh huh.