Scene:* int. taxi, late at night. The Indian driver's eyes reflect rain and the dash lights as we discuss the state of the nation and the future that lies before us...
Taxi driver: [mournfully] ...but my spoken English isn't good enough. I will fail the residency test.
Alida: [with growing outrage] What? What?! That's crazy! What are you talking about???!?!
Taxi driver: I'm saying MY ENGLISH ISN'T SUFFICIENTLY ADVANCED FOR ME TO PASS THE TEST.
Alida: [gasping] I just don't believe this! What's wrong with the world?! I don't understand!!
Taxi driver: It's my SPOKEN ENGLISH...
...etc. etc.
[curtain]
*Okay, I may have taken some poetic license with this particular event. Actual results may vary.
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