- Johnny: Ain't nothing I can say to make it up to you. There's only things I can do to show you... That I am with you.
- Tania: I'm going. You can come.
- Johnny: No good jobs like this around.
- Tania: Omar just runs you around everywhere, like a servant.
- Johnny: I'll stay here with my friend and fight it out.
- Tania: My family, Salim and all... will swallow you up like a little kebab.
- Johnny: I couldn't leave him. Not now. Don't ask me to. You ever touched him?
- Nasser: Yes... But first we must marry Omar off.
- [Cut to Omar and Johnny making love in the back room]
- Omar: When we were in school, you and your friends were kicking me around the place. And what are you doing now? Washing my floor and that's how I like it.
- Nasser: [to Omar] In this damn country, which we hate and love, you can get anything you want. It's all spread out and available. That's why I believe in England. Only you need to know how to squeeze the tits of the system.
- Johnny: [driving Cherry and Salim home, Omar stops by a bunch of street kids, one of whom is Johnny. Omar gets out of the car to talk to Johnny]
- [indicating his friends]
- Johnny: Like me friends?
- Omar: Ring us then.
- Johnny: I will.
- [indicates the car where Cherry is getting very angry]
- Johnny: Leave 'em there. We can do something. Now. Just us.
- Johnny: Doesn't look too good, does it? Pakis doing this kind of thing.
- Nasser: Why not?
- Johnny: What would your enemies have to say about this, eh? Ain't exactly integration, is it?
- Nasser: I'm a professional businessman, not a professional Pakistani. And there is no question of race in the new enterprise culture.
- Omar: Where did you go? You just disappeared.
- Johnny: Drinking, I went. With my old mates. It ain't illegal.
- Omar: Of course it is, laundrettes are a big commitment. Why aren't you at work?
- Johnny: It'll be closing time soon. You'll be locking the place up, and coming to bed.
- Omar: No, it never closes. One of us has got to be there. That way, we begin to make money.
- Johnny: You're getting greedy.
- Omar: I want big money. I'm not going to be beat down by this country.
- Nasser: [to Omar] Bring Tania over here. Marry her. Well, what's wrong with her? When I say marry her, you damn well do it. Be nice to her, pressure off my fucking head. Your penis works doesn't it? Get going!
- Omar: You know who I saw today? Johnny. Johnny!
- Papa: The boy who came here dressed as a fascist with a quarter-inch of hair?
- Omar: He was a friend once, for years.
- Papa: There were times when he didn't deserve your admiration so much.
- Omar: Christ, I've known him since I was five!
- Papa: He went too far.
- Papa: You must be getting married. Why else would you be dressed like an undertaker on holiday?
- Omar: Going to Uncle's house, Papa. He's given me a car.
- Papa: What? The brakes must be faulty. Tell me one thing because there's something I don't understand, though it must be my fault. How is it that scrubbing cars can make a son of mine look so ecstatic?
- Omar: It gets me out of the house.
- Papa: Don't get too involved with that crook. You've got to study. We are under siege by the white man. For us education is power.
- [Omar shakes his head at his father]
- Papa: Don't let me down.
- Papa: [to Omar] Work now till you go back to college. And I'm fixing you up with a job with your uncle.
- Papa: [on the phone] Oh, one thing more, try to fix him up with a nice girl. I'm not sure his penis is in full working order.
- Nasser: I can't go back. Religion is sodomizing the country. It's getting in the way of making money.
- Cherry: Every day in Karachi, your other uncles and cousins come to our house for bridge, booze, and VCR.
- Nasser: [Rachel on top] Ahh! What do you think I am, your trampoline?
- Rachel: Oh, yes, yes, yes... a trampoline.
- Nasser: Speak my language, damn it.
- Rachel: I'll do nothing else, Nasser. Do you think we'll ever part?
- Nasser: Not at the moment!
- Rachel: I'm serious!
- Nasser: Ahh... Just keep moving. Oh! Just there! Oh, I love you. Oh, darling. Christ! You move like a niner.
- Salim: Have you washed a car before? Your uncle can't pay you very much but at least you'll be able to afford a decent shirt and you'll be with your own people, not in the dole queue. And Mrs. Thatcher will be happy with me.
- Papa: He's on dole... like everyone else in England. He sweeps the dust from one place to another... he squeezes shirts... and he heats soup. I mean, that hardly stretches him. His food stretches me.
- Nasser: I presume my brother, the boy's Papa, was out screwing some barmaid, somewhere. So, when these tappings went on, I got out of bed, went to the balcony and opened the door. And there was my brother, he was standing outside with some woman - and they were completely without clothes. Blue with cold, like two bars of soap. This I refer to as my brother's blue period.