JJ hadn't even had time to change out of his ridiculous dress. He was backstage with Temple in his arms, sneaking a look at Masrani's "impassioned speech."
The big Black man, whose history came from his boss and whose investments came from his girlfriend, listened for a while before turning to Temple in disbelief. "Can you believe it? Women in India aren't allowed to use toilets?
"Oh, shit! I'd go crazy without toilet paper!"
Temple gave the "ignorant" JJ a disdainful look. "Men in India don't use toilets much either."
JJ had heard a little, and already thought himself an expert on India. He looked earnestly at Temple. "Honey, I can give up toilets, but I have to have a garage. That's my bottom line.
"I sympathize with those Indian women. Things have been so tough for me lately!"
Temple rolled her eyes and punched JJ in the stomach. "What you need to do, you idiot, is get the money for renovating the house out of John Wick's pocket.
"Otherwise, you won't have a garage, and your motorcycle parts will have to find somewhere else to live."
JJ sadly covered his head. "I called John. He said Principal Alvin was going to pay for the stupid thing he did.
"Alvin's the boss, so I have to cross the oven, flat-screen TV, and massage chair off the bill.
"We can't rip off our own boss!
"Oh, I loved that massage chair. What a shame!"
As JJ was speaking, Jimmy Fallon came backstage with a camera crew behind him, microphone in hand.
Seeing JJ watching the commotion, Jimmy Fallon greeted him with a practiced Black-guy hand gesture, then hugged Temple. He widened his eyes in an exaggerated expression and said, "You two as the opening act for a drag show nearly blinded