Muriel:
And you know who'll be there, don't you? Indians! Loads of them, with brown faces and black hearts, reeking of curry! I mean you never see just one, do you? They travel in packs, makes it easier to rob you blind!
[the orderly stops pushing her]
Muriel:
What are you doing?
Orderly:
[stops pushing her wheelchair]
I think you can make it from here.
Muriel:
But you're supposed to take me home!
Orderly:
[walking off]
My wife is from Mumbai.
Muriel:
Well don't blame me, mate, you married her!
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