East Is East Quotes
In early 1970s England, a Pakistani father finds the authority he has previously maintained challenged by his increasingly Anglicized children.
Meenah Khan: [Heard by Mrs Shah from outside, referring to the Shahs' daughters] Have you seen the state of them two? The one with the teeth's got a mustache like Dad.
Maneer Khan: Tariq's looks like Quasimodo.
Ella Khan: Kids eh. Were your two like that, Mrs. Shah?
Mrs. Shah: [Sternly] No. I believe in strict discipline. Especially in a NON-Pakistani environment.
Maneer Khan: Tariq's looks like Quasimodo.
Ella Khan: Kids eh. Were your two like that, Mrs. Shah?
Mrs. Shah: [Sternly] No. I believe in strict discipline. Especially in a NON-Pakistani environment.
[Ella throws the Shahs out of the house]
George Khan: You bastard bitch. You bring shame on the family
Ella Khan: No, you should be ashamed, George. Because you're not interested in these kids being happy. You just want to prove to everybody what a great man you are. Because you're ashamed of me, George, and you're ashamed of our kids. And you won't even admit it.
George Khan: You bastard bitch. You bring shame on the family
Ella Khan: No, you should be ashamed, George. Because you're not interested in these kids being happy. You just want to prove to everybody what a great man you are. Because you're ashamed of me, George, and you're ashamed of our kids. And you won't even admit it.
[Abdul and Tariq approach a local nightclub]
Bouncer: All right, Tony, how ya goin' mate?
Tariq Khan: All right, Bazza?
Bouncer: Yeah, good to see ya. All right, in ya go.
Tariq Khan: Nice, mate.
Bouncer: [to Abdul] Where do you think you're going, smiler?
Tariq Khan: This is our kid, erm...
Abdul Khan: Arthur, me name's Arthur.
Bouncer: All right, Tony, how ya goin' mate?
Tariq Khan: All right, Bazza?
Bouncer: Yeah, good to see ya. All right, in ya go.
Tariq Khan: Nice, mate.
Bouncer: [to Abdul] Where do you think you're going, smiler?
Tariq Khan: This is our kid, erm...
Abdul Khan: Arthur, me name's Arthur.
[Saleem accidentally drops a fake vagina on Mrs. Shah's lap]
Mrs. Shah: This is an insult to me and my family! I will never allow my daughters to marry into this jungly family of half-breeds!
Ella Khan: Well, they may be half-bred, but at least they're not friggin' inbred like them two monstrosities.
George Khan: Ella!
Ella Khan: Never mind "Ella". Who the frig do you think you are? You come in here, telling me that my house isn't good enough for your daughters? Well, your daughters aren't good enough for my sons, or my house, and if I hear another word against my family, I will stick that fanny over your bastard head!
[Mrs. Shah leaves without a word]
Mr. Shah: [to George] Your wife's a disgrace.
Ella Khan: Oh, go on, piss off! Go on, sling your bleedin' hook! Go on, piss off! Piss off out of my house! And take Laurel and Hardy with you!
[a lecherous dalmatian leaps onto Mrs. Shah]
Mrs. Shah: This is an insult to me and my family! I will never allow my daughters to marry into this jungly family of half-breeds!
Ella Khan: Well, they may be half-bred, but at least they're not friggin' inbred like them two monstrosities.
George Khan: Ella!
Ella Khan: Never mind "Ella". Who the frig do you think you are? You come in here, telling me that my house isn't good enough for your daughters? Well, your daughters aren't good enough for my sons, or my house, and if I hear another word against my family, I will stick that fanny over your bastard head!
[Mrs. Shah leaves without a word]
Mr. Shah: [to George] Your wife's a disgrace.
Ella Khan: Oh, go on, piss off! Go on, sling your bleedin' hook! Go on, piss off! Piss off out of my house! And take Laurel and Hardy with you!
[a lecherous dalmatian leaps onto Mrs. Shah]
[Moorhouse and Earnest are distributing leaflets of Enoch Powell as George passes by]
Mr. Moorhouse: 'Ere, look, see? There's one of'em now. Got his bags packed for his way home, heh.
Earnest Moorhouse: [Respectfully] Salam Alekom, Mr. Khan.
Mr. Moorhouse: [Slaps Earnest over the head] Shut up, you little bastard!
Mr. Moorhouse: 'Ere, look, see? There's one of'em now. Got his bags packed for his way home, heh.
Earnest Moorhouse: [Respectfully] Salam Alekom, Mr. Khan.
Mr. Moorhouse: [Slaps Earnest over the head] Shut up, you little bastard!
