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The scene that Max refers to is one in which the American woman and Tibetan man fall in love very suddenly while washing dishes together:

MOTHER:

I want to help you. I want to wash the dishes with you.

I—

FATHER:

You do?

MOTHER:

Yes.

FATHER:

Well, all right. Then I can’t charge you for your meal.

MOTHER:

Oh, that’s all right.

FATHER:

I insist.

MOTHER: (as in now our relations have entirely changed)

Then I’m no longer a customer.

FATHER:

No.

MOTHER:

We put our arms into soapy warm water.

FATHER:

We didn’t talk.

MOTHER:

We washed dish after dish.

FATHER:

Well, I washed.

MOTHER:

I dried.

FATHER:

I like washing.

MOTHER:

I like drying.

They wash dishes for a while.

These might be real dishes, or imaginary.

In any case, the audience’s attention slows

as they experience the feeling, real or imagined,

of soap and water.

FATHER:

Then she said:

MOTHER:

I always thought I hated washing dishes. But it’s nice to just dry a dish in the rain.