Raj: Yeaaaaaah!

… I mean … too bad …

Priya: Papa, you know
how bad the weather in Athens is …
The flight is delayed
by eight hours …

Please make everybody
see reason, Papa …

Priya: That boy has been
playing for so long,
but no one is giving him
any money.

Raj: Know why?
Priya: Why?

Raj: There's nothing in his music,
his tune, his talent ...

Priya: So you know a lot about music?

Raj: Don't you remember Mahabaleshwar?
You know how well I sing. I'll wake
you up with a song every morning ...
and put you to sleep with a lullaby.