Borat: [in Kazakhstani] Look, Azamat, a Gypsy village. Let us extract some of their tears so we can remove the curse.
[at a yard sale]
Borat: [to woman] Do not fear me, Gypsy. All I want from you is your tears. Please give them to me, or I will take them.
"Gypsy": I'm not a Gypsy. I'm a mid-western farmers daughter, Americana.
Borat: You have many treasures, who did you rob for this?
"Gypsy": Didn't rob 'em, they all came from inside the house.
Borat: I will look on your treasures, Gypsy, is this understood? I will look on them.
"Gypsy": Please do.
[rummages through box and finds a doll]
Borat: Who is this lady you have shrunk? Was she the owner of this house, that you camp in front of?
"Gypsy": No. There are a couple more here though.
Borat: Do not try and shrink me, Gypsy. I serious.