“Traffic jam,” Rina said. “I improvised. Sid is nervous. Indonesians make food analogies when they’re nervous.”
She realized dubbing wasn’t about translation. It was about home . She had taken a prehistoric American squirrel and a grumpy mammoth, and for two hours, she made them sound like they belonged in a warkop (coffee stall) in Bandung. Ice Age Dubbing Indonesia
She looked at the screen. Sid was trembling, trying to impress Manny. She threw her hand up dramatically, dropped her voice into a nasally, panicked whine: “Manny… Manny… lo makan siang pakai nasi goreng, kan? Gue kan suka nasi goreng! Kita bertiga kayak keluarga nasi goreng, gitu?” (Manny… Manny… you eat fried rice for lunch, right? I love fried rice! The three of us are like a fried rice family, right?) “Traffic jam,” Rina said