This sequel to Harold and Kumar packs a whole bag of laughs that will leave you in stiches. This is the continuation to whats left of Harold and Kumar goes to White Castle. After gobbling up massive ammounts of white castle burgers, Harold mustered up his courage to talk to Maria, but unfortunately she got to leave for Amsterdam for a holiday. Kumar, took this opportunity to convince Roldy to take the next flight out to Amsterdam to go after Maria. So, off they go...
and who says geeks are not romantic, here is an excerpt from a poem , Kumar compose
I fear that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed.
Caution : this show has a lot of racial stereotyping...just laugh about it.
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