Jerry: Babu, you're Pakistani?
Babu Bhatt: Yes, Pakistani. Yes.
Jerry: Babu, may I say something?
Babu Bhatt: Of course, you're a very smart man. I'll listen.
Jerry: I'm not a restaurateur by any means, but it occurred to me that perhaps you might serve some dishes from your native Pakistan? As opposed to, say, the franks and beans, for example.
Babu Bhatt: But there are no Pakistani people here.
Jerry: Doesn't matter. You would have the only authentic Pakistani restaurant in the whole neighborhood.
Babu Bhatt: Yes, you see everything, don't you?
Jerry: Well, not everything. I do what I can.
Babu Bhatt: I'll close down today and when I open again it'll be whole Pakistani restaurant. Thank you. Thank you, very much. You're a very special person, very special.
Jerry: [inner monologue] I am such a great guy. Who else would've gone through the trouble of helping this poor immigrant? I am special. My mother was right. Of course, I've never had Pakistani food. How bad it could be?