Caden: Man. You know, we have homeless dudes and beggars back at home, but none of them have a racket like this. You know, I mean, you’re using your own kid? Is she even your own kid? I mean, I don’t know how they do it here.
Kiran: Please, money. Food. No home.
Caden: You know English? I speak English, and, well, that ain’t English.
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Caden: (talking on the phone to Audrey) This girl could be dead. You’re not hearing me. And to be honest with you, being dead would not be the worst thing, after what I saw today.
Kiran: Sir, not . . . not say that.
Caden: What if she is dead? What if this can’t be fixed? What if I’ve done all I can do, Kiran?
Kiran: So what you do? Just go to America? Disneyland?
Caden: Disneyland. You don’t get to judge me.
Kiran: Sir, please.
Caden: You might’ve sold your daughter into prostitution. You cannot judge me!
Kiran: No, no, no. Shut up! Sir!
Caden: Oh, God. I’m not trying to be mean, okay? But . . . you stink, man. And now I stink. You need a shower.