Harold is in an orange jumpsuit. Kumar is trying to befriend a guard by teaching him how to make aloo paratha using prison chow.
Also, we’re not terrorists. We’re therapists . For America’s sense of humor. Epilogue Neha dumps Rohan. She kisses Kumar. But then she slaps him.
Harold is driving. Kumar is standing on the back, holding a fire extinguisher like a rocket launcher. --- Harold And Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay Hindi
Bro, focus. We have 48 hours before Neha marries that chutiya, Rohan, the radiologist. We need a plan.
Harold finally asks out Vanessa from HR. She says yes. They celebrate at a White Castle in Mumbai – which is just a vada pav stall. Harold is in an orange jumpsuit
On the plane, Kumar lights a massive, suspicious-looking chillum in the bathroom. The smoke triggers a "chemical agent" alarm. A Sikh grandma has an asthma attack. A white guy yells, "Allahu Akbar!" in panic. The plane makes an emergency landing.
HAROLD (30, neatly pressed khaki pants, anxiety disorder) is pacing. KUMAR (30, faded Kurta pajama, red eyes, smelling of cloves) is trying to convince a TSA agent that his grandmother’s mithai dabba is not a weapon. We’re therapists
(jumping out of a fake palki ): "Ruko! Yeh log Al-Qaeda ke bhakt hain!" (Stop! These are Al-Qaeda devotees!)
